we've digressed

It seems as though we humans don't interact the way we used to. This generation is different--this technilogical era. And I'm not saying that technology is bad. Heck, I love it just as much as the next person, maybe even more! But I guess it seems like the balance is gone.

For instance, I feel like my roommates and I practice "parallel play" which is what infants do when they "play" together. They really do not play together as much as they play along side one another. They sit there in the same room, side by side, with separate toys doing separate things. My roomies sit together in the same room, side by side, with separate laptops surfing separate webpages...

We've returned to infancy.

Maybe that's the reason we're still all single.

And really, I'm not sure I actually remember how to get together with people and do human things. I think I almost prefer this "psuedo-relationship" found on the wonderful web of awesomeness (aka world wide web). Maybe it's less of a risk. It's hard enough opening yourself to scrutinization on the internet let alone having to face it from real, live, face-to-face people.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm not socially awkward (unless it's a ridiculously stunning guapo man) or plagued by anxiety attacks or anything like that. It's just a lot harder to schedule thigns and get together with people and everything than it is to plop down in front of my computer and live my life out through the shiny glamour of cyber-space.

But enough! I'm tired of psuedo-life. I want to do something real. That's why I'm so excited about going back to school (I can't believe I just said that). But of course, on the other hand, there definately is something to be said for some me-time after spending the entire work-week giving of myself and helping people with endless, countless problems/needs (that's what happens when you are an administrative assistant in human resources at a large factory).

So tell me what you think... Do you ever feel like you are spending your life in "parallel play" mode? Has technology taken away from our ability to interact on a physical, human level? COMMENT!!! or else!!!! buwahahahahaha...

six word saturday

I saw this neat little feature over on Show My Face, a blog I found last night. What you're supposed to do is describe your life, or something of that nature, in six words. Now I'm going to give 'er a try... Here goes:

Single people can't have real meals.

I had to write that because I am sitting here eating cheesy broccoli--and that's it. I would like to eat it how you're supposed to eat it, you know, as a side dish. But that would be too much, then I would have to put the leftovers the fridge, and it would inevetibly go to waste. So almost all of the meals I cook for myself are really only part of a meal. The whole meal would be too much... Oh well, I guess that's why they made restaurants, tv dinners, and freezable containers!

to have you

I can't have you.

I can't not have you.

I can't unhave you.

I wish I could have you unhave me.

To have you hurt.

To not have you hurt more.

To have to see you kills.

To have to leave sets me free.

I have to get away.

totally awkward tuesday

So I thought I would write about an awkward situation that happened recently. First, let me give you a little background.

There is this man at work. We'll call him José. Let me preface this by saying that José is gorgeous. He's also off the market--married, kids, grandkid--but still gorgeous. He's only like 29 (yeah, I know, world's youngest grandpa), so it's not like he's an old guy. Anyway, he had an accident at home a couple of weeks ago and ended up breaking his wrist. He has a nice black cast on that baby and I like to tease him about its debilitating effects.

Well, have you ever tried to tie your shoes or button your pants with a cast on? I have and it's not very easy! Apparently it's not easy to unbotton things either, and that's where the awkwardness comes into play. I was helping Summer Intern learn something (my memory of other surround events was instantly erased) when José came up to us, spun his butt cheek toward me, and asked me if I could unbutton his pocket. I was about to laugh out loud and ask him if he was for stinkin' kidding me, but a glance at his face told me he was not joking. Now I know any one of my female coworkers would have taken complete advantage of this situation, as it was almost a complete invitation to grab his booty, but I resisted the temptation. (A booty grab would have been much more awkward!) I gingerly pinched the hem of his pocket, pulled it out and undid the button. He thanked me, stuck his radio in his pocket, turned and walked away.

Summer Intern and I immediately died laughing. She said she wasa jealous. I still don't know what to say. Definately the awkward situation of the week, if not month! Check out Tova's awkward situation on her blog, Secret Life of Tova Darling.

snip, snip

I am holding a clump of hair in my hand right now. It came out of my head. It is my own fault; I cut my own hair. Well, better said, I trimmed my own hair. And no, I'm not talking about trimming the ends... I'm talking about buzzing all the hair off of my neck. I hate hair on my neck. Apparently my great-grandma hated it aswell and cut it all off of her neck, too. Anyway, it really makes me crazy. Which is, in fact, the reason why I buzzed it all off. I thought I had done a bang-up job cleaning up my neck as I buzzed away, as I stook in front of the medicine cabinet mirror in the bathroom with my mini mirror in hand. It seemed as though everything went well. Until...

I was fingering through my hair, which is up in a pony-tail and several long chunks of hair just slipped out... Apparently I didn't buzz so expertly. I haven't taken out the whole pony-tail. I'm afraid to. I already have a nice strip of 8-inch hair in my hand. I'm not sure I want to see if there's anymore. Darnit! Oh well, at least the hair's off my neck (and a little more than that, I guess)!

Let me know if you have ever cut your own hair. How did it turn out?

open doors

Gulp...

"How will I afford all this?" I think.

Sometimes it's better when I don't count the cost, and just live life, checking the balance as I go along. Well, at least it seems that way...

I just made myself a budget. I thought that I should really start managing my money better, especially since I'm going to try to move. I will most definately need more money if I'm going to be studying at some school in New England. Nothing is cheap over there. Everything is cheap here, especially if you share an apartment with 5 other girls.

I just looked at my bank account. Not good. It seems that after I pay my rent, phone, utilities, and fill the endlessly gasoline gulping machine that is my car, I'll have meager pennies to live off of until two weeks from now. Again, payday seems to dissappear in the click of a mouse.

Sigh.

I'm not really sure what I'm going to do. I'm not really sure how to remedy this problem. If the money's not there, then it's not there. Maybe it's time for me to work my booty off for the summer.

And an idea just popped into my head.

Tonight I received a call from some random girl who is a friend of a girl who used to work summers at my company. She was just calling from blah, blah, blah, wondering if I wanted to blah, blah, blah, for some extra cash this summer. Naturally, I did not. Now I'm going to facebook said aquaintence and see what the deal was. Maybe I do want to blah, blah, blah this summer. Another job might be just the thing I need to get my mind off of my life for the coming months also. Of course, there's also monetary gain involved, and that's the most important thing...

Well, I guess I shouldn't say it's the most important thing. I mean, trusting that God will take care of me and lead me is more important. But like they say, "Have faith, but wear your seatbelt." In other words, do your part. God will provide, but not in a magical, Santa Claus sort of way. He gives you the ability to work for a reason.

Speaking of work (and changing the subject almost all together) while I was at work today, doing my usual administrative assistant/translator/interpreter gig, something came up that prompted me (because nobody else happened to be available at the time) to have to go personally inerpret for almost 3 hours. The experience merely cemented my desire to go back to school for interpretation/translation. I feel like today was an open door, in the sense that God uses "open doors" to lead or not lead us in certain directions. This was like an open door, welcome mat, and large sign with blinking, neon arrows. Soooooo... I'm walking over the threshold! We'll see what happens next. I'll keep you posted!

blank slate

Can't think of anything to say.

Everything still reminds me of him...

The rims on that truck, the old apartment,

The hospital, the drive into town,

Every baby girl.

Every time I pass the infant care aisle

I see your face; I see her face

I want to wipe the slate blank.

I want to forget you forever.

Like she said, it's gonna hurt when it heals too.