public bathrooms, where disasters occur.

So I just ran into the BYU library bathroom; as I entered an old lady looked over at me from the sink. I entered my stall as the women started commenting about the odd setup of the bathroom. I saw nothing strange about it but acknowledged her point, and made a little small talk. As did someone else. SHE WAS NOT EVEN TALKING TO ME! Her friend was in the stall over and man, did I feel stupid. The lady was probably like, "Why on earth is this girl interrupting our conversation?" Anyway, I decided to wait in my stall until they left so as to avoid eye contact. I heard them leave but decided to do a feet check just to be safe. (I promise I don't do this often). I bent down, scanning the floor. Surprise, surprise...someone was standing at the mirror! And, I feel pretty confident, saw me peeking under the stalls. Could I have looked more perverted if I tried?! So I had to wait even longer for this newcomer to leave before I could make my getaway. I think I'm going to wait awhile before I brave another public restroom.

distracted

Of all the days to be hopelessly distracted, I would not have picked today. Oye...I still have two papers to finish but things are looking bleak. If I could just focus for..I dunno...30 minutes even, I could get a lot done. Instead, I have checked facebook about ten times and am now blogging about my procrastination. Brilliant remedy eh?

But I'm leaving now. Gonna go write my paper...for reals. I hope.

Jackie Chan

So...I'm just studying for a test when this annoying bug decides to hover about my head. While looking over some notes I absentmindedly pinched at the bug mid-air. Imagine my surprise when I felt a crunch. That's right! I totally squashed that thing without looking. (and although I was pleasantly surprised by my swift reflexes, the whole having a dead bug smeared on my fingers thing was kinda gross). Anyway, you may now refer to me as Jackie Chan.

Eternal bliss of the spotless mind...

I'm not quite sure if a spotless mind would really render eternal bliss, but I know that a mind constantly occupied is rather wearing.

For about a month now I have felt, constantly, at least five different, overpowering emotions all at once. I'll sit down to write, realize my thoughts resemble those of a schizophreniac's, and walk away. I am perpetually tired, happy, overwhelmed, anxious, ambitious, guilt-ridden, etc., etc.

I don't think I'm going crazy, but I guess there's always that chance. For Conlin's sake I hope I have at least a few good years left..I'm rather young to be losing it already.

But anyway, enough about my up-in-the-air mental state. How about I share a few Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy? They're always good for a laugh.

"If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason."

"To me, it's a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, 'Hey, can you give me a hand?' You can say, 'Sorry, got these sacks.'"

"The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face."

"Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant and she fell on me. Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny."

dancing queen

I. Love. My. Life.

About ten minutes ago, I was standing in the kitchen when Conlin came bounding in. He had just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing a towel and freshly shaved mustache (disgusting mustache) when he did this little leap/skip move (maybe an attempted heal click?). Anyway, the effect was stunning. It's hard to tell whether I was more impressed by the move, the mustache, or (most likely) the combo. Oh it was just so grand.

I've been pretty overwhelmed lately and all it took to make me once again appreciate my lovely life was that one little skip move. Gracias, dear. Now if only I had it recorded...

Also, our anniversary is on Thursday. That's right people, I've enjoyed almost a full year of those oh-so-unique Conlin dance moves. I'm pretty darn lucky.