Good thing I always sometimes listen to my mom

My mom told me I need to keep blogging the other day.  Up until that point, I'd kind of forgotten about blogging.  Probably a little bit because I actually kindasorta have a social life now (weird, I know...I'm still getting over the shock) but mostly just because I'm forgetful.

I'll be honest, I'm not really going to do a full post now.  I just told myself I needed to do at least 3 blog entries this week and now I can drop that number down to 2.

Boom, roasted.

I win.

As usual.

But no, seriously, I actually am social-ish now and sometimes don't get home until 2 in the a.m.  And I usually have something to do both Friday AND Saturday nights.  And that something isn't me sitting at home laughing my head off as I watch youtube videos by myself...not that I've ever done that.

Don't judge. 

I've got a new attitude

So lately I haven't been blogging as much.  Oh what, you noticed?  Was it really that obvious?

I also like pretending I have lots and lots of fans who get sad when I don't blog.

Try it sometime, its a good ego boost.

Lets get back to the point.  Three seperate but equally lame things happened recently:

1.  I realized I have absolutely nothing to blog about.

I've already said it, but its worth the repeat.  The mere fact that I was boring myself with the things I was writing was what tipped me off.  I do realize that I need to adjust my attitude a bit here and find the exciting things about every day life to discuss, but for the sake of this post we'll just forget about that for right now.

2.  I spent a Friday night in complete solitude and had driven myself totally crazy by about 8:00.

The craziness came from racking my brain trying to think of people I could go hang out with and then realizing most of my friends have either moved away or gotten married and started procreating.  Also the massive amount of junk food I consumed, but mostly the former.

3.  I had yet another person at church ask if I was new.

"Well hello, are you new to the ward?"

"Um, no.  I've been here for a while.  I've actually been here longer than you..."

[insert awkward silence]

"Oh, hi.  Um.  What's your name?  Cool, bye."
Awesome.
Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a bit on the shy side at times.  I don't usually excel in the friend making arts, and have a tendency to be awkward.  I've discovered something recently though: you just have to be you, and people will decide whether or not they like it.  Earth shattering, I know.
I discovered this thanks to work, where I'm required to talk to every single person that walks through the door.  When I first started, it sucked.  Majorly.  But then I realized that all you have to do is tell a story or make a comment, and then feed off the person's reaction.  The worst that can happen is they give you a look and ignore you.  Usually, though, they laugh and we continue to converse while I help them.
I'm still not sure why its taken this long for me to realize that I can apply this same tactic in my personal life.  Seriously, it wasn't until just last night as I was talking to a friend that the light bulb clicked on for me.  Now that really was an earth-shattering moment.
So here's to me expanding my social horizons, and hopefully any readers I have will enjoy reading about my new adventures in friendship.
Now thats what I call a win/win.

Remember me?

Oh hey, hi, how's it going?

Sometimes I just forget about blogging.

Oops.

I do promise I'll be better about it...

Just not tonight.

Sometimes I think too much

I've been thinking a lot lately...

About what makes people who they are

About how other people view things

About why people act they way they do

About why people think they're better than others

About what "cool" actually really means

About why people care so much

About what really matters

About fitting in

About standing out

About the little things

About doing the right thing

About what I'm doing with my life

About figuring out who I am

About what defines me

About being a good person

About sharing happiness and smiles

About the power of positive thinking

About the power of being positive, period

About pride and humility

About life in general.

Definitely expect more in-depth postings on some of these topics.  Isn't it funny how one person can say one thing and that one thing gets your mind rolling and you start thinking about other things and then your poor little brain is so tied up with thinking about things that it has a hard time processing every day life?

Or am I the only one who knows how that feels?

Love at the D.I.?

Have you ever been to the D.I. in Rexburg at 4 o'clock on a Saturday afternoon?  As of today I have.  And let me tell you, its the happenin' place to be.  

You see, I had the day off (which is very exciting of course...its not too often that my snorting boss doesn't make me work for at least 7 hours on a Saturday).  So I slept in until 8, went for a leisurely run on the tready, spent some time reading my book (Little Women, in case you were wondering...its definitely top 10 favorite status, in case you were wondering), took a little nap, finished up my letter for my missionary friend, spent some time texting my funny cousin, and then the boredom hit.  

I tried to take another nap and couldn't.  
I tried to read more of my book and couldn't.  
I'd already checked my Facebook 
and blogs 
and emails 
and read all of the "news" stories on Yahoo.  
I had no desire to look at my homework for this next week.  
The sister, niece, and nephew were all taking naps 
and the brother in law had his face buried in Potter #7.  

So I decided to take a little adventure...and naturally D.I. was the ideal destination.  Can I just say the D.I. has a very distinct smell to it.  At first I was hoping it was magic, but then I realized it was just the smell of stale, old clothes.  What a letdown, huh?  I tried to look through the clothes, I really did, but for whatever reason the idea of wearing someone else's old clothes just freaks me out a bit.  I don't even like borrowing clothes from friends (unless its something really cute, there are always exceptions).  So instead I made my way over to the books, where I found a few gems but nothing so amazing that I felt the need to spend a whole fifty cents on it.
Well, except for The Art of Microwave Cooking.  I prob should have gotten that one.
But lets be honest, I mostly just stayed in the book section because of Mr. Hottie McHotterpants.  He was checking out all of the religion books.  And he called his roommate to tell him he'd found one he'd been interested in and wanted to see if he still wanted it.  How nice of him, right?  We made eye contact for a whole 0.237 seconds.  Pure magic.  I thought I heard the hallelujah chorus kick in, and then I realized it was just some kid screaming over by the furniture.
But then he went to the checkout
and I left the store
and our short-lived imaginary D.I. romance came to an end.
It may take some time, but I think I'll be able to move on.
If not, I'll send my story in to T. Swift and see if she can write a song about it for me.

Some other randoms from the day:
I ordered myself some PJs for my birthday.  Yes PJs.  What kind of person has new hoot owl pajammies in the number one spot on their birthday wish list?  Oh yeah, me.
I got these new Starbursts.  They're Fiesta Fruit flavored.  Its literally a fiesta in your mouth.
My sister just sent me a sound text of my baby niece laughing.  Holy for precious.
I finally painted my nails.  I went a whole two days without any color on them.  Thats the longest I've gone without painted nails since February 13th of '10.  Don't judge.