one of those things

Have any of you ever been on a heterosexual date with someone who's homosexual, but is trying not to be, but you can tell that being with you isn't helping their situation at all?
Oh man, talk about awkward.

to all of those who think life can be broken down into nothing but a mathematical equation

"The clock is a piece of machinery whose 'product' is seconds and minutes. In manufacturing such a product, the clock has the effect of disassociating time from human events and thus nourishes the belief in an independent world of mathematically measurable sequences. Moment to moment, it turns out, is not God's conception, or nature's. It is man conversing with himself about and through a piece of machinery he created. [the use of the masculine pronouns here I find significant.] In the process, we have learned irreverence toward the sun and the seasons, for in a world made up of seconds and minutes, the authority of nature is superseded. Eternity ceased to serve as the measure and focus of human events. The inexorable ticking of the clock may have had more to do with the weakening of God's supremacy than all the treatises produced by the philosophers of the Enlightenment; that is to say, the clock introduced a new form of conversation between man and God, in which God appears to have been the loser."

Perhaps those last few sentences are a little extreme, but it brings up an interesting point: isn't human nature and all the convoluted ins and outs that make up people and their personalites and idiosyncrasies and relationships a bit more complex than "mathematically measurable sequences"? A person is far too complex and uniqe to ever be described by some equation or graph.

Thus, maybe some of you should stop wearing watches.

what IS it that you want to hear?

"Am I more than you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you anything you wanna hear, cuz that's just who I am this week."

LavFest

Here I am at the largest lavendar fields in our nation. I know, I know, you can all get my autograph later.

B Names

I guess maybe I just needed to prove to myself that I could create the uprising that I did. I have a tendency to manufacture drama when my life starts borderlining on boredom, I guess. But, as Bryant pointed out, it wasn't really an uprising to anyone but my roommates, who really needn't worry too much, cuz the name code I used was really only that crack-able to the people who are already familiar with the situations. So no major beans were spilt, right?

p.s. who knows what Byron's blog is?

The Bane of My Existence

I think someone called this the barstool phenomenon once: Affection is directed at the person next to another person all the way down the line, aka. Person A is interested in Person B, who is interested in Person C, who is interested in Person D, and so on and so forth.

Case in point:

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Let's just get it together, people! (Probably this didn't make much sense to anyone. I guess I just wanted to get it all out of my head for my own benefit.)

*All examples given are based on actual individuals and their situations, but names have been changed to protect identities (and the secrets that go along with them).

Thursday Evening

Well, I could get chastised for being a fast mover. Or I could get chastised for being a slow mover. Am currently experiencing frustration at not being in a position in which I could be rebuked for either.
Everyone seems to be ignoring me. I guess their world keeps going round without me.

Plus, why is the Jordan River and the Provo temples both closed for cleaning right now? That's two weeks in a row of the guilts for me, and it's simply not healthy, I can tell ya that much. Shall make an attempt at Mt. Timpanogas tomorrow morning, perhaps.

Sometimes I guess when I'm the subject of the sentence I'm writing I cut myself out. Am currently doing such. Use style when feeling annoyed at and insignificant in my own life.

Choosey

"I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
--Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Now there's a lady who knows what I go through. Remember in Bandits how Cate Blanchett's character says she can't choose between her two love interests because together they make the perfect man?

Indeed.

Something I Do

Do you ever say that you've run out of things to say, just so you won't have to talk anymore because you know if you do something will come out wrong and you'll dig your hole deeper than it already is?

Cuz I do.

Isn't she beautiful, though?

Always a bridesmaid . . .