Ok all. I'm not officially moved over to Wordpress completely, but I will start trying to post both here and there. The link is: Yellow Turtle.
I'll be experimenting with the different themes and eventually building one of my own (most likely), so don't get to attached to the look. I'll also be adding more to it in the coming weeks. I realized that Wordpress also has widgets for their sidebar (which I complained about Blogger having), but everything else is much easier to use. And hopefully Wordpress will be much more reliable for my regular readers and semi-regular commenters.
Again, I am not moved over completely, so please be patient with my posting on that link. I'll be sure to make a big deal when I'm free of Blogger.
01 March 2007
I. ROCK.
The picture will link you to a Facebook album. If you are not a Facebook member, don't despair. I'm planning on adding these to Flickr soon enough, so everyone can enjoy them. Whoo!
28 February 2007
Barack My World
People, I know this man is 45 and a politician. But looking at this picture, how can one think of anything except "This man's wife is a lucky, lucky woman."
I think that even the boyfriend would agree with me.
I find it interesting that someone I know thinks Hillary Clinton will be the Democratic Party's Presidential candidate. I cannot imagine that Hillary would have the ability to convince between 15,000 to 20,000 Texans to stand outdoors in bad weather for an entire afternoon. Texas is a notorious red state, with our governor turning into Bush Jr. The fact that Barack Obama was able to pull together people of many different races, backgrounds, and ages fully supports my belief that we will be able to vote for this man come November '08. Then again, this happened in Austin, probably the most liberal city in Texas. Oh well. Maybe the state will follow in our footsteps.
I've heard some claim that Hillary will get the vote simply because she's a woman and don't all women want to support her? NO! (I say emphatically) The fact that she's a woman shouldn't enter into the equation. Her politics are questionable. First she supported the war, then she didn't. This same flip-flopping cost Kerry the presidential vote in '04. What makes people think that she'll somehow be able to rise above it?
I've only scratched the surface of both candidates (I haven't even begun considering other Democratic hopefuls) and I intend to find out more about them as we draw closer to the primaries. I know that Obama supported the bill to build a fence along our border, which I oppose. So we'll see if anything else comes up about either that will help me make a better informed decision. But as it stands now, I'm hoping Obama's name will be on the ballot next year.
Any opinions out there? Got some love for a candidate yet?
I think that even the boyfriend would agree with me.
I find it interesting that someone I know thinks Hillary Clinton will be the Democratic Party's Presidential candidate. I cannot imagine that Hillary would have the ability to convince between 15,000 to 20,000 Texans to stand outdoors in bad weather for an entire afternoon. Texas is a notorious red state, with our governor turning into Bush Jr. The fact that Barack Obama was able to pull together people of many different races, backgrounds, and ages fully supports my belief that we will be able to vote for this man come November '08. Then again, this happened in Austin, probably the most liberal city in Texas. Oh well. Maybe the state will follow in our footsteps.
I've heard some claim that Hillary will get the vote simply because she's a woman and don't all women want to support her? NO! (I say emphatically) The fact that she's a woman shouldn't enter into the equation. Her politics are questionable. First she supported the war, then she didn't. This same flip-flopping cost Kerry the presidential vote in '04. What makes people think that she'll somehow be able to rise above it?
I've only scratched the surface of both candidates (I haven't even begun considering other Democratic hopefuls) and I intend to find out more about them as we draw closer to the primaries. I know that Obama supported the bill to build a fence along our border, which I oppose. So we'll see if anything else comes up about either that will help me make a better informed decision. But as it stands now, I'm hoping Obama's name will be on the ballot next year.
Any opinions out there? Got some love for a candidate yet?
26 February 2007
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Does anyone else listen to this band? I'm loving their new album right now. Especially "Satan Said Dance," which you can hear by going here.
A caution: if you don't like weird voices and electronic music, please don't listen to the song. You will not enjoy it. And you will be angry with me for wasting your time. And I really like you and want you to stick around.
My pity party has dulled a bit in severity, only because I just got an email from a friend who I haven't seen in, almost 2 years? Say it ain't so! She found me through the wonders of the internet, and hopefully I will see her soon. I should really reply to her email instead of just talking about it on the web.
UPDATE: The link to my Myspace page no longer has the song mentioned above. Now it's got Peter Bjorn and John. Also a band I'm in love with at the moment.
A caution: if you don't like weird voices and electronic music, please don't listen to the song. You will not enjoy it. And you will be angry with me for wasting your time. And I really like you and want you to stick around.
My pity party has dulled a bit in severity, only because I just got an email from a friend who I haven't seen in, almost 2 years? Say it ain't so! She found me through the wonders of the internet, and hopefully I will see her soon. I should really reply to her email instead of just talking about it on the web.
UPDATE: The link to my Myspace page no longer has the song mentioned above. Now it's got Peter Bjorn and John. Also a band I'm in love with at the moment.
Pity party
I've just come to the horrifying realization that I have no idea what I want to do with this life of mine. I know I've written this before, but it's a recurring theme in my life and if this blog is about anything, it's about what's going on in my head.
I decided to poke around at different universities in the area to get a feel for what's out there in terms of graduate study. I've had a few ideas of what I'd like to maybe try out, but there's nothing that's jumped out at me and made a great impression. In order to even think about applying to graduate school at most places, I'll need to have three good reference letters from professors. At this point, I know of one professor who worked with me almost three years ago. I was not motivated in my college life to make friends with professors, so I don't have much to go on. That means that the free classes I can take at the university where I work will have to give me ample opportunity to meet and kiss professors' asses. Can I do that with a full-time job? Do I even want to?
Again, nothing in a graduate catalog really tells me that I want to try for it. I'd much rather find a job that I love than study some more, although I've always thought that the Sound Recording Technology program at Texas State (formally Southwest Texas) sounded so interesting. But I never thought I could do something like that. Nowadays I still feel like most things are probably beyond my reach, and if the music department at Texas State tells me this is too, I think it'll take me a while to bounce back.
I apologize for this rambling post, but a flood of emotions is hiding behind my eyes right now, and typing is the only thing I can do to keep from breaking down at work. I can't stand administrative duties; I hate being cooped up doing something I don't like for pay that barely helps me get by. I don't want to continue down this road, and yet I don't know what road would be best for me. When I make my next move, it needs to be one I have little or no reservations about. I can't afford to spend the next few years walking down a path that, in the end, holds no pot of gold.
I guess the bottom line is that I'm terrified of the future. I've told people that I'm interested in certain things, but that's usually just been to give them something to hear (and give me something to say). Now I'm realizing how hard anything I try to do will be. And I'm a bit discouraged.
Sorry gang. Hopefully tomorrow's post will be brighter.
I decided to poke around at different universities in the area to get a feel for what's out there in terms of graduate study. I've had a few ideas of what I'd like to maybe try out, but there's nothing that's jumped out at me and made a great impression. In order to even think about applying to graduate school at most places, I'll need to have three good reference letters from professors. At this point, I know of one professor who worked with me almost three years ago. I was not motivated in my college life to make friends with professors, so I don't have much to go on. That means that the free classes I can take at the university where I work will have to give me ample opportunity to meet and kiss professors' asses. Can I do that with a full-time job? Do I even want to?
Again, nothing in a graduate catalog really tells me that I want to try for it. I'd much rather find a job that I love than study some more, although I've always thought that the Sound Recording Technology program at Texas State (formally Southwest Texas) sounded so interesting. But I never thought I could do something like that. Nowadays I still feel like most things are probably beyond my reach, and if the music department at Texas State tells me this is too, I think it'll take me a while to bounce back.
I apologize for this rambling post, but a flood of emotions is hiding behind my eyes right now, and typing is the only thing I can do to keep from breaking down at work. I can't stand administrative duties; I hate being cooped up doing something I don't like for pay that barely helps me get by. I don't want to continue down this road, and yet I don't know what road would be best for me. When I make my next move, it needs to be one I have little or no reservations about. I can't afford to spend the next few years walking down a path that, in the end, holds no pot of gold.
I guess the bottom line is that I'm terrified of the future. I've told people that I'm interested in certain things, but that's usually just been to give them something to hear (and give me something to say). Now I'm realizing how hard anything I try to do will be. And I'm a bit discouraged.
Sorry gang. Hopefully tomorrow's post will be brighter.
22 February 2007
Uninspired
Hi. Lately I haven't had much interesting happen to me, so I guess I'll just talk about some things that have entered my mind in the past few days.
On Monday I had an appointment to give blood. I'd only done this once before in my life, and that was for extra credit in a biology class. And I would have sold my soul for extra credit in that biology class because people, I'm not that good at science. Anyway, we (my roommate and I) walk into the donor clinic about 5 minutes before my appointment. The lady at the reception desk stood up to greet us with a very nice "Hi, how are you doing today?" To which I replied, "Fine, how are you?" To which she replied, "Are you here to save a life today?" To which I replied with a chuckle and "Well, I have a 6 o'clock appointment, so.." It was an awkward moment, because for once I just couldn't contain the laughter at the statement. How do I respond to that? "Yes, I'm here to be better than most human beings and give blood so that others may live." Sure, that's what I was thinking, but who in their right mind would actually say that? Damn, I should have said that.
I recently renewed my vehicle registration through the mail. Well, recently means yesterday. And it goes out at the end of this month. Oh well. As I was sitting at work doing my bills (because there was NOTHING to do at work earlier this week), I looked through all of the little leaflets they stuff in the vehicle registration envelope. Turns out that for $30-$40 I could have gotten a license plate that said "God Bless America" or "God Bless Texas" or my personal favorite, "Fight Terrorism." Actually, I can't remember right now if it said "Fight" or "Stop," but you get the idea. I wasn't surprised that TXDOT would have something like this, but it still shocked me nonetheless. It just seemed to me like a very loud declaration that "this state loves our President and he can do no wrong!" Ugh.
I'm currently putting off my i312 homework. I hope you guys follow that link and see that I now have two blogs. What fun.
I'll hopefully be able to post a bit more in the future, but lately these days have been dragging me down. I hope everyone's doing well.
On Monday I had an appointment to give blood. I'd only done this once before in my life, and that was for extra credit in a biology class. And I would have sold my soul for extra credit in that biology class because people, I'm not that good at science. Anyway, we (my roommate and I) walk into the donor clinic about 5 minutes before my appointment. The lady at the reception desk stood up to greet us with a very nice "Hi, how are you doing today?" To which I replied, "Fine, how are you?" To which she replied, "Are you here to save a life today?" To which I replied with a chuckle and "Well, I have a 6 o'clock appointment, so.." It was an awkward moment, because for once I just couldn't contain the laughter at the statement. How do I respond to that? "Yes, I'm here to be better than most human beings and give blood so that others may live." Sure, that's what I was thinking, but who in their right mind would actually say that? Damn, I should have said that.
I recently renewed my vehicle registration through the mail. Well, recently means yesterday. And it goes out at the end of this month. Oh well. As I was sitting at work doing my bills (because there was NOTHING to do at work earlier this week), I looked through all of the little leaflets they stuff in the vehicle registration envelope. Turns out that for $30-$40 I could have gotten a license plate that said "God Bless America" or "God Bless Texas" or my personal favorite, "Fight Terrorism." Actually, I can't remember right now if it said "Fight" or "Stop," but you get the idea. I wasn't surprised that TXDOT would have something like this, but it still shocked me nonetheless. It just seemed to me like a very loud declaration that "this state loves our President and he can do no wrong!" Ugh.
I'm currently putting off my i312 homework. I hope you guys follow that link and see that I now have two blogs. What fun.
I'll hopefully be able to post a bit more in the future, but lately these days have been dragging me down. I hope everyone's doing well.
19 February 2007
Summer's here!!
Well, maybe not. But I sure do have some great summer vibrations going on. I just walked to Jamba Juice and got drinks for all of us at work. And it's bea-u-ti-ful out there. The sun is out, the wind is blowing, winter has left us; at least for the next few days.
Now, when I saw winter I'm obviously not talking about real winter. Although there was that time we had snow that stayed on the ground for an hour or two. In fact, most would probably call our winter fall. But to me, a native Texan, it's winter. Because I had to walk to work in temperatures below 40 degrees many, many days (approx. 20). Way too many days for my comfort.
So the moral of this entry is this: I'm beginning to realize that I'm a true Texan. Because the moment the weather started to get warmer, my mood lightened. I'm sure part of this mood enhancement is due to the protein boost I got in my Caribbean Passion, but people, I like warm weather. I don't really like sweating on my way to work, but I love sitting on the porch after work, going to baseball games, driving with my windows down, and whatever else comes with summer. I love it. And I'm ready.
Now, when I saw winter I'm obviously not talking about real winter. Although there was that time we had snow that stayed on the ground for an hour or two. In fact, most would probably call our winter fall. But to me, a native Texan, it's winter. Because I had to walk to work in temperatures below 40 degrees many, many days (approx. 20). Way too many days for my comfort.
So the moral of this entry is this: I'm beginning to realize that I'm a true Texan. Because the moment the weather started to get warmer, my mood lightened. I'm sure part of this mood enhancement is due to the protein boost I got in my Caribbean Passion, but people, I like warm weather. I don't really like sweating on my way to work, but I love sitting on the porch after work, going to baseball games, driving with my windows down, and whatever else comes with summer. I love it. And I'm ready.
On death and tea
Saturday I went to the funeral of a woman I've known, well, I guess most of my life. She was a member of the church I grew up in, and was in the church choir (of which I was also a member). In recent years I've gone to church less and less, so I haven't see her too much lately. She had an aneurysm (I can't believe I spelled that word right the first time) early last week, and died on Wednesday. As she wasn't a relative and, like I said, I hadn't seen her in a while, I wasn't too torn up about it when I found out. Just sad. But getting to the church and seeing others crying in the choir loft really got to me. Seeing her husband got me even more. I just don't like funerals or death. I'd very much appreciate it if life could get rid of those sometime soon.
For no reason at all, the boyfriend gave me a gift on Friday night. Yes, that's right. No reason at all. He's of the opinion that he doesn't need a day to love me more, and I'm perfectly happy with that. Especially when he gives me gifts for no reason at all.
He gave me the new Shins cd, "Wincing the Night Away." If you're a Shin's fan at all, you'll probably poop a brick over this cd. It's good. It's different; not every song is Shins-y. They've expanded their horizons, it would seem.
My friend gave me Belle and Sebastian's "The Life Pursuit" the other day and it's been all I can listen too. With, of course, the exception of the present given to me for no reason at all. I just can't get over how all over the place it is and how they've managed to make every song perfect.
On tea, well, there's a song on "The Life Pursuit" called "For the P***e of a Cup of Tea" that keeps getting stuck in my head. Also, I've had a few cups of green tea with honey lately, and they've been rather soothing. Especially because they come out of my Office Space mug.
For no reason at all, the boyfriend gave me a gift on Friday night. Yes, that's right. No reason at all. He's of the opinion that he doesn't need a day to love me more, and I'm perfectly happy with that. Especially when he gives me gifts for no reason at all.
He gave me the new Shins cd, "Wincing the Night Away." If you're a Shin's fan at all, you'll probably poop a brick over this cd. It's good. It's different; not every song is Shins-y. They've expanded their horizons, it would seem.
My friend gave me Belle and Sebastian's "The Life Pursuit" the other day and it's been all I can listen too. With, of course, the exception of the present given to me for no reason at all. I just can't get over how all over the place it is and how they've managed to make every song perfect.
On tea, well, there's a song on "The Life Pursuit" called "For the P***e of a Cup of Tea" that keeps getting stuck in my head. Also, I've had a few cups of green tea with honey lately, and they've been rather soothing. Especially because they come out of my Office Space mug.
15 February 2007
Bleh
I stayed home sick today. When this happens I sometimes think that I'll begin to feel better halfway through the day and then I'll clean my room, wash the dishes, do LOTS of GRE studying, watch my Netflix movie--you know, productive things. But no. I sit and watch The Empire Strikes Back, Broadcast News, and The Family Stone. The Family Stone made me cry. It's a sad movie, but I shouldn't have bawled that much. I just tend to get emotional when I'm feeling sick, and this damn movie exploited that. Assholes.
This Wendy's commercial with the "trophy burger" is a bit ridiculous. They have a shot of beauty queens (are they called that anymore) holding a bacon mushroom melt like they're actually going to eat it. Yeah, right. You don't get to be a beauty queen by eating bacon burgers. You don't be to be a beauty queen by eating any burgers. Well, if you have my metabolism you don't.
Tina Fey's trying to be nice on 30 Rock. I really like this show.
I hope everyone had a good Thursday. Make sure your Friday is awesome, ok?
This Wendy's commercial with the "trophy burger" is a bit ridiculous. They have a shot of beauty queens (are they called that anymore) holding a bacon mushroom melt like they're actually going to eat it. Yeah, right. You don't get to be a beauty queen by eating bacon burgers. You don't be to be a beauty queen by eating any burgers. Well, if you have my metabolism you don't.
Tina Fey's trying to be nice on 30 Rock. I really like this show.
I hope everyone had a good Thursday. Make sure your Friday is awesome, ok?
14 February 2007
13 February 2007
12 February 2007
Flock of Dodos
I, my roommate, and apparently my friend Casey, went to go see Flock of Dodos. If you follow the link you'll get a basic understanding of what the film is about, but basically it's a documentary about the debate over what to teach in public schools: evolution or intelligent design. I've always thought that intelligent design came down to nothing more than revamped creationism, and this film basically agrees. It was made by an evolutionist, but he in no way insults or assaults believers of intelligent design personally. (So basically, he's a lot easier to listen to than Michael Moore.) He concedes that intelligent design advocates are actually more personable than evolution scientists, which is one of the reasons intelligent design has taken such a hold of our country.
Anyway, I shouldn't delve too much further into it. I'll just say that I went in to the screening believing in evolution, and I left it believing in evolution. If I had believed in intelligent design before seeing the documentary, I'd probably not have changed my mind either. I doubt the meaning of the film was to sway the viewers; I think it served its purpose of presenting the debate fairly. And I highly recommend that you find a way to see it.
Anyway, I shouldn't delve too much further into it. I'll just say that I went in to the screening believing in evolution, and I left it believing in evolution. If I had believed in intelligent design before seeing the documentary, I'd probably not have changed my mind either. I doubt the meaning of the film was to sway the viewers; I think it served its purpose of presenting the debate fairly. And I highly recommend that you find a way to see it.
Random
I'm feeling random today, so here's a random post for all of my (i.e. 8) loyal readers:
Last night my roommate and I went to The Moulin Rouge Singalong at the Alamo. (By the by, if you don't live in Austin, you're missing the greatest movie theater of all time. I suggest you move here right away.) Obviously, one would need to be a fan of this movie to go to the singalong; hell, to even watch the movie more than once you'd have to be in love with it. Which I am, forever and always.
Anyway, we go and are warming up our vocal cords with large Cokes. The movie begins. There's the 20th Century Fox part, the overture (I LOVE overtures, by the way), and then John Leguizamo is on the screen. He begins singing. We, the audience, begin singing (as you're wont to do at a singalong). The woman beside me sighs, looks around, and shakes her head. As in, "I can't believe people are singing already." IT'S A SINGALONG, LADY!! Obviously she (nor anyone in her party) has ever seen the movie before. Lord knows why she chooses to come to the singalong. Then, THEN, near the end of the movie, just as Nicole is about to collapse and die, she leans to me and asks, "What's that actor's name? The main guy?" (A collective gasp should be happening right now, unless you're my wonderful friend Marci, who doesn't see a lot of movies) A part of me dies. But I answer, "Ewan McGregor." Then Nicole dies, Ewan cries, and the crazy lady next to me just says, "Aww." Yeah, aww. THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE JUST DIED. Aww's a bit of an understatement.
On to something else, I just signed up for the GRE. My date ofexecution truth will be March 10. PLEASE wish me luck.
Earlier I found some joy in the fact that the Office Depot delivery guy recognized me outside of the office. Granted, I met him in the building I work in, but it's always nice to know that people you see everyday through business actually do remember you if you're not behind a desk and computer. Our UPS guy (James) remembered me in a coffee shop, and one of the Physical Plant guys remembered me after I'd left my old job, where he'd seen me constantly. I saw him about a month after I'd started my new job, and he wished me luck. I was happy all day after that encounter.
I'm glad these minor occurrences bring me joy. Otherwise life would be dull indeed.
Last night my roommate and I went to The Moulin Rouge Singalong at the Alamo. (By the by, if you don't live in Austin, you're missing the greatest movie theater of all time. I suggest you move here right away.) Obviously, one would need to be a fan of this movie to go to the singalong; hell, to even watch the movie more than once you'd have to be in love with it. Which I am, forever and always.
Anyway, we go and are warming up our vocal cords with large Cokes. The movie begins. There's the 20th Century Fox part, the overture (I LOVE overtures, by the way), and then John Leguizamo is on the screen. He begins singing. We, the audience, begin singing (as you're wont to do at a singalong). The woman beside me sighs, looks around, and shakes her head. As in, "I can't believe people are singing already." IT'S A SINGALONG, LADY!! Obviously she (nor anyone in her party) has ever seen the movie before. Lord knows why she chooses to come to the singalong. Then, THEN, near the end of the movie, just as Nicole is about to collapse and die, she leans to me and asks, "What's that actor's name? The main guy?" (A collective gasp should be happening right now, unless you're my wonderful friend Marci, who doesn't see a lot of movies) A part of me dies. But I answer, "Ewan McGregor." Then Nicole dies, Ewan cries, and the crazy lady next to me just says, "Aww." Yeah, aww. THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE JUST DIED. Aww's a bit of an understatement.
On to something else, I just signed up for the GRE. My date of
Earlier I found some joy in the fact that the Office Depot delivery guy recognized me outside of the office. Granted, I met him in the building I work in, but it's always nice to know that people you see everyday through business actually do remember you if you're not behind a desk and computer. Our UPS guy (James) remembered me in a coffee shop, and one of the Physical Plant guys remembered me after I'd left my old job, where he'd seen me constantly. I saw him about a month after I'd started my new job, and he wished me luck. I was happy all day after that encounter.
I'm glad these minor occurrences bring me joy. Otherwise life would be dull indeed.
10 February 2007
Updates
I am currently scanning my computer for viruses with Symantec. I normally use PC-cillin, and have been enamored with it. It does its job and stays out of my way, which is exactly what you want in a virus protection program, right? I hate it when programs are all, "I'm protecting your computer and you should know about it, because I'm doing my job well and I deserve some respect and admiration. I won't let you do your work until you acknowledge that I'm saving your ass every single day."
Anyway, I'm having to install and run Symantec for the class I'm taking (the link to the website I'm building for it is over on the right). I thought about asking the instructor if I could just skip that step and keep my PC-cillin going, but I decided to run Symantec anyway. If only to prove that PC-cillin's been kicking virus butt all this time.
The Symantec scan isn't pulling up anything so far. If it finds no viruses, I'm uninstalling that bitch and enabling PC-cillin again (sorry about the B word Mom).
Speaking of Mom, I was corrected last night. Concerning this post: my mother told me that growing up, baseball and basketball were a big part of her life. I had known about the baseball; she's told me about when she kept up with the Yankees. That's when they were the good guys, with players like Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris. Apparently she also kept up with basketball, because that's when people like Wilt Chamberlain were playing. So this recent surge in basketball watching is nothing new to her. It's just new and wonderful to me.
I like finding things like that out about my parents. I guess it allows me to see more of myself in them than before.
Seventeen minutes in to the scan and nothing found. Looks like PC-cillin's sticking around and Symantec's getting kicked to the curb.
Anyway, I'm having to install and run Symantec for the class I'm taking (the link to the website I'm building for it is over on the right). I thought about asking the instructor if I could just skip that step and keep my PC-cillin going, but I decided to run Symantec anyway. If only to prove that PC-cillin's been kicking virus butt all this time.
The Symantec scan isn't pulling up anything so far. If it finds no viruses, I'm uninstalling that bitch and enabling PC-cillin again (sorry about the B word Mom).
Speaking of Mom, I was corrected last night. Concerning this post: my mother told me that growing up, baseball and basketball were a big part of her life. I had known about the baseball; she's told me about when she kept up with the Yankees. That's when they were the good guys, with players like Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris. Apparently she also kept up with basketball, because that's when people like Wilt Chamberlain were playing. So this recent surge in basketball watching is nothing new to her. It's just new and wonderful to me.
I like finding things like that out about my parents. I guess it allows me to see more of myself in them than before.
Seventeen minutes in to the scan and nothing found. Looks like PC-cillin's sticking around and Symantec's getting kicked to the curb.
09 February 2007
Metabolism
It bothers me to no end when I see skinny people eating more than one pastry in one sitting. Because we all know they won't gain ONE ounce. I drink some water, and all of a sudden my jeans need to be two sizes bigger.
I imagine that at one time my metabolism did more than just take up space in my body. I'm sure it actually worked, and worked hard, since as a kid I was a decent size for a while. Then I discovered Cheetos. I don't remember when I started to gain weight, but by the time I got my braces and contacts, I was ready to lose some of that "baby fat." That was at the end of elementary school.
Through high school I kept the weight off, and I thought I was going to be one of the lucky many that didn't have to work out every single minute to keep my figure. Then college hit. And the infamous 15 pounds that all freshman seem to be required to gain hit me like a ton of bricks. Right in the thighs.
I haven't been able to shake it since. I've grown to not hate my body. Definitely not loving it, but at least I don't hate it like I used to. I work out as much as I can and I only have fries and extensive amounts of fried food every once in a while. I'm not losing any weight at this moment, but I think my muscle might be on its way to taking up more space than my fat.
Anyway, people with speedy metabolism intrigue and frustrate me at the same time. I'll never know what that feels like again, to eat whatever the hell I want and not gain weight. Then again, it might be better that I'm not able to eat lots of junk at once. I'll just stick with one donut every few months, thanks.
I imagine that at one time my metabolism did more than just take up space in my body. I'm sure it actually worked, and worked hard, since as a kid I was a decent size for a while. Then I discovered Cheetos. I don't remember when I started to gain weight, but by the time I got my braces and contacts, I was ready to lose some of that "baby fat." That was at the end of elementary school.
Through high school I kept the weight off, and I thought I was going to be one of the lucky many that didn't have to work out every single minute to keep my figure. Then college hit. And the infamous 15 pounds that all freshman seem to be required to gain hit me like a ton of bricks. Right in the thighs.
I haven't been able to shake it since. I've grown to not hate my body. Definitely not loving it, but at least I don't hate it like I used to. I work out as much as I can and I only have fries and extensive amounts of fried food every once in a while. I'm not losing any weight at this moment, but I think my muscle might be on its way to taking up more space than my fat.
Anyway, people with speedy metabolism intrigue and frustrate me at the same time. I'll never know what that feels like again, to eat whatever the hell I want and not gain weight. Then again, it might be better that I'm not able to eat lots of junk at once. I'll just stick with one donut every few months, thanks.
07 February 2007
Ooooohhh Yeahhhhhh!!!!
I've been breathless all morning. I got the official email from the official Astros saying that they're officially giving the email list recipients an early crack at buying OFFICIAL OPENING DAY TICKETS.
On April 2, I will be sitting in a seat at Minute Maid park with an overpriced beer in one hand and a jumbo hot dog in the other. And I will take lots of pictures and maybe even some videos. And I will probably shed a tear when thinking that Jeff won't be playing this game anymore.
It's become a small tradition, going to Opening Day. Two years ago I experienced my first opening day with some friends who happened to have an extra ticket. These boys thought of me when that ticket opened, and that still warms my heart. A year ago we carpooled from Austin to Houston, stopping for greasy food and occasionally singing along to classic rock and Ryan Adams. Another part of the group met us at Minute Maid, and our row was complete. It was great, especially because we got to see them uncover the 2005 National League Champions addition to the left field wall.
This year, I'm expecting a smaller group. I'm not bummed about this in the least, because I know that whenever I'm at a ballpark I feel incredible. It's an amazing feeling that just washes over me when I step into a park and can smell the dirt and grass. I just know that this year, this year's going to be great. And my Astros are going all the way.
On April 2, I will be sitting in a seat at Minute Maid park with an overpriced beer in one hand and a jumbo hot dog in the other. And I will take lots of pictures and maybe even some videos. And I will probably shed a tear when thinking that Jeff won't be playing this game anymore.
It's become a small tradition, going to Opening Day. Two years ago I experienced my first opening day with some friends who happened to have an extra ticket. These boys thought of me when that ticket opened, and that still warms my heart. A year ago we carpooled from Austin to Houston, stopping for greasy food and occasionally singing along to classic rock and Ryan Adams. Another part of the group met us at Minute Maid, and our row was complete. It was great, especially because we got to see them uncover the 2005 National League Champions addition to the left field wall.
This year, I'm expecting a smaller group. I'm not bummed about this in the least, because I know that whenever I'm at a ballpark I feel incredible. It's an amazing feeling that just washes over me when I step into a park and can smell the dirt and grass. I just know that this year, this year's going to be great. And my Astros are going all the way.
06 February 2007
By the by
I'm trying to figure out an easier way to archive my posts on the side. Currently, it's by dates only, and that's the default of this template. I don't know enough html to know how to do that, so if you have some advice I'd appreciate it.
I'd really prefer to have it set up so that people can click on what year they want, then what month, then what post. And I'd rather have the post names, not dates. If nothing else, I'd just like to have that; the post names instead of dates.
Any ideas? Would this be a ton of work?
UPDATE:
Casey let me know how to do what I wanted to do. In order to do that though, I needed to "upgrade" my blog. Which means that I can't edit my template in html as I know it. Now I have to know how to do widgets, which we all know I won't learn. This is silly. I'm moving to Wordpress soon.
I'd really prefer to have it set up so that people can click on what year they want, then what month, then what post. And I'd rather have the post names, not dates. If nothing else, I'd just like to have that; the post names instead of dates.
Any ideas? Would this be a ton of work?
UPDATE:
Casey let me know how to do what I wanted to do. In order to do that though, I needed to "upgrade" my blog. Which means that I can't edit my template in html as I know it. Now I have to know how to do widgets, which we all know I won't learn. This is silly. I'm moving to Wordpress soon.
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