I am actually alive, it turns out. I just don’t move a lot, which can be deceiving.
So I just realized that I haven’t posted for more than ten days. I could give you an exact number of days, but let’s pretend that you can do math. So I’ll give you a rundown of my exciting life for the last few days…
Umm…still thinking…thinking…there has to be something. My awesome grad school friend Amy B. and I went to Rexburg, ID to recruit people from BYU-Idaho to go to USU for grad school. In my opinion, we were awesome. However, I came back from Idaho with some sort of bad skin reaction to something, so I’m somehow allergic to the state of Idaho. Must remember that. Matt and I got new cell phone numbers after 2.5 hours at the Verizon store. I would be irritated more, but they were really nice and gave me candy. I feel like I work there now, or at least have a personal relationship with them. The twenty-dollar credit they gave us helped my good will. (If you want the number, email me or call my mom or something.) What else did I do? I also taught some classes. Wrote a paper. Watched some television. Surfed the ‘net. Ate food. Showered daily…how detailed do I really need to get here? I think I’m stopping this list right now before it stops being rated “G.”
What with all the fun I’ve had in the past few weeks, I am predictably, at this exact moment in time, watching the History Channel. More specifically, a special on the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Many of you will recall that I actually hate parades. (They are places of misery and disappointment, yet we bring our small children there. You’re supposed to be happy when stuff gets thrown at you, like popsicles. And then bitchy teenagers grab said popsicle out of your lap. And you get pissed off. Don’t hit me in the head with candy. Ever. And if you’re campaigning for a candidate, that candidate should certainly understand that I AM OLD ENOUGH TO VOTE. GIVE ME A DAMN STICKER ALREADY.)
So yeah, I hate parades. Yet, I am fascinated by them. So long as I don’t have to actually attend one. (Please note: I don’t necessarily mind being IN parades so long as everyone is admiring my intense beauty and marvelous intelligence.) Anyway, parades. I hate them. Yet I watch tv shows about them. I’m thinking that I will probably watch a documentary on just about anything. I wonder what that says about me as a person. Well, that and my prior list of activities. Actually, I’m not going to wonder about this. This kind of wondering is what leads to long bouts of depression, probably.