Some random thoughts I've developed through the day.

Some random thoughts I've developed through the day, and after the job of typing them up, I've forgotten or become bored with most of them.

Possibly the first thing you notice when you drive 300 miles a day for work, is that it makes your butt hurt. A kind of sharp pain on the side of the cheek that feels a bit, I would imagine, like your buttocks slowly seperating from your pelvis. One thing that is slowly starting to worry me, is that I'm slowly becoming flat down there. Boredom however, is my greatest enemy, one that requires constant listening to music and Harry Potter on tape to battle with any chance of victory. I'll tell you now, it is hell when the next book in the series isn't ready at the library when I finish the previous one. Quite a hullabaloo to be honest. Several times I have gotten so mad that I almost threw my iPod at that stupid pockmarked windshield I stare out of all day. (I didn't because it would probably shatter.) Have you ever watched a pebble the size of a small child's head drift lazily through the air coming (you just know it) to claim your life? Then with an almighty CRACK, it bounces off the thin air a foot from your face, and though you know perfectly well this would happen, you scream and attempt to climb into your footwell. I've had so many children's heads chucked at me, my windshield roughly resembles swiss cheese. If it had a face, I swear it would be frowning at me.

I've gotten attatched to my uninspiring silver blob of a car, to the point that I feel great moral indignation when some dude in a red corvette blasts past me, "HEY YOU! YEAH YOU! You don't need to gloat with your V8 hotness and all, Stupid here has feelings!" The other day I was driving behind some old duffer in an even plainer maroon oldsmobile than my Camry, calmly watching him drift back and forth as old dudes often do without noticing. After a few miles though, I became slightly worried as he approached a Volvo semi coming up on his left. Closer, closer... this can't end well. I only get the chance to think I should start tossing pillows ahead of me, when yep, I have to swerve and slam on my brakes as he gracefully joins his passenger door to the lug nuts of the Volvo's gigantic front tire. Needless to say, there is this positively alarming explosion of dust and lug nut covers as the semi's bolts install a neat little worm shaped doggy door in this guy's car. Time instantly slows down. "Crap. I don't think those shiney things flying in the air toward me are tin foil balls..." BAM! BABABAAAM! Then, without stopping the dance, old man slowly drifts away and continues to drive WITHOUT ONCE TURNING HIS HEAD!!!! I think my reaction would be boring, so I'll move on.


I just got through listening to Colors by Between the Buried and Me, an absolutely amazing hour of beautifully put together music. I strongly recommend looking into them.



Sitting at a laptop on my kitchen table on a Friday night. Sigh. Becky is at a baby shower in Ogden. Its kind of pathetic, I have no one to be with, no where to go. While we're on that subject, I have a few things to say to you...