Sunday, September 26, 2010
Sometimes I feel like a crazy person because I've taken to talking to myself and laughing out loud at things when no one is around, often much louder than I do when there are people present. It's not really my fault: when you live alone most times when you're at home you are alone. And that means not only is there no one present to share my surprise/shock/entertainment with, there is also no one to tell me to quiet down.
blog. (Warning: his blog has a built-in music player so if you are at work and/or in a place that you don't want music blasting out of your computer in an unexpected way, you might want to take a moment to mute your speakers before clicking on the afore linked blog. Once you are sonically prepared, however, please do check it out: your life will never be the same.) His stories are both hilarious and almost unbelievable in their sometimes absurdity, an impressive combination. Additionally, I sympathize with his useless degree feelings: that is how I felt this last year when I was taking care of kids and doing other people's laundry: I went to college, for this? Really?
Additionally, another new friend, Charissa (KUH-rissa, not CHUH-rissa. Obviously), recently shared this amazing paper clothes link with me (later I found this article that talks about it at greater length and made me even more enamored with it). I met Charissa last weekend at our LDS weekend party thing through Jacob: we complimented each other on clothing (her on my scarf and me on her skirt: "€5, Italy, no big deal") and, because we are girls, that made us instant friends. Also she is amazing.