Almost another month of nothing… FAIL.
Wow, it’s been a busy last month. I didn’t want to get another month behind, but it looks like I did it again. Silly me. I have to apologize, because this is no way for a lady to behave. I should be writing in my stupid blog more than I have. I would give an excuse, but maybe next time. And since there shouldn’t be a next time, I won’t worry about an excuse.
Right, so why am I blogging today, you ask? Well, because many a thing has happened since the last time I blogged in earnest. Let’s see, I’ve got my TESOL certification since last I’ve blogged. I saw Dir en grey Live for the first time after ten years of fandom. I got to meet up with Jake and Heather for the first time since July. That was good. Yeah, many fun-filled things have happened. I even made this year’s thanksgiving feast for my family. They said they really enjoyed it, for the record. So I’m doing pretty good.
Anyway, with all that has happened in the last month, I find myself at a new threshold. I now must decide where to go and what to do from here. So, naturally, I will make a checklist and post it here. My list of things to do from here on out are as follows:
1.) Create my resume for employment.
2.) Contact an old employer who thinks highly of me for a letter of reference. Just so I have a good one.
3.) Volunteer to work at the refugee center here in town.
4.) Apply to schools in Western Washington and Asia—not to be a student, but a teacher.
My little list of silly things to do include:
1.) Add some categorized pages to my blog for no reason.
2.) Christmas shopping for the nearest and dearest. (fiscally permitting)
3.) Make a point to blog more than once a month. This will be hard with my limited internet access…
Anyway, that’s what I am looking at for right now. This blog is probably going to fit under my “cop-out” post. Did you notice that my new layout design is pretty, and a little less high school chic than my last one? Heehee.
Anyway, take care folks, and by the way... can you find me in this crowd pictures at the Dir en grey concert?
…on the highway of life and I’m going going going…
Over One Thousand Miles! Yessir, I’m going to drive over 1,000 miles starting Saturday morning. Here’s my route!
I’ll be stopping in Great Falls, Billings, Bozeman, and finally ending in Twin Falls. The Friday before my trip, my cousin Casey (who’s in the Navy) is going to come and visit me in Cheney. I’ve not seen him in a long time, and because he’s in the service and I’m a world traveler, we rarely get a change to meet, so this will be an exciting weekend for me! Oh, and by October 1st is when I’ll be back in Twin Falls, fyi.
Um… yeah, that’s all I can blog about today. I have a doctors appointment this afternoon that involves a scary implant and small surgical procedure. Goody goody. I’ll probably not get online untill I’ve reached Billings from here on in… not that I’ve been online that much to begin with. Finding good net in Cheney is like finding the perfect man. You can find imitations everywhere, but the real deal is either taken or disconnected. Okay, that could have made sense… maybe. Anyway, I’m scheduled for Billings on the 21st or 22nd, depending on how long I stay in Great Falls. But anyway, That’s the skinny. I’m not trying to cop out on blogging… just circumstantially copping out. Ciao!
Amended ex post facto… again (I seem to do this a lot lately)
So, I realized that my little map I posted is inaccurate. I do not drive through Helena to get to Great Falls. I drive a straight shot through on a tiny highway that will take me through big horn country then a shit ton of wheat-gold looking hills. Somehow my map got screwy and gave a route that will take much longer and go through places I do not need to bother with. Anyway though, that’s basically the only mistake that I can see on there. K, bye bye.
Answer for Yesterday’s blog…
So I heard on the radio a few days ago that thanks to digital camera technology and the ridiculous rate that people can now take and store pictures, Wal-Mart decided to cut prices on photo development to better serve those people who have several hundred digital undeveloped photos just wanting to be printed. You can take a little memory card, memory stick, or even the memory box from a digital device and print photos for around 15 cents a picture. I thought, hey! I have about 137 pictures from my best friends’ wedding that I really want to develop and put in a scrapbook. But the pictures were all on my computer! Not in a digital camera, so I went through HELL trying to find a way to print them! Wal-Mart is 11.9 miles away from my house, and due to really bad (see shitty) luck, I had to drive there three different times just to find out that there was no way in hell I’d be able to print off those pictures at Wal-Mart. The entire mission was almost a full day ordeal. Anyway, that is why yesterday sucked balls.
And I would have something to talk about today, but I’m too tired to think about it. I’ll just chalk this blog up to another waste of time and a lack of interesting thoughts.
Today…
sucked balls. Just letting you know. Tell ya about it later. Maybe.
Can’t talk shit about Palin today…
I’m going to a consultation with my woman’s doctor and won’t have time to blog, so this is all you get.
Let’s hear it for reproductive freedom, Palin.
自分で作る食べ物
趣味は調理している。 たくさんタイプの食糧を調理することが好きです。例えば：サンクスギービングの夕食とローストのガチョウの夕食と夏収穫の夕食を作れます。
これは夏収穫の夕食です。この映像: 小BLT、きゅうりと海藻サラダ、エビとアボカドサラダ, チィーズと肉の皿、小ピーナッツバターとチョコレートケーキ、チップとサルサ、ポテトとポーク団子です。
これはサンクスギービングの夕食です。この映像: サンクスギービングの七面鳥、潰されたポテト、キャベツとアーモンドサラダ、グレービー、コーンブレッドのマフィンです。
これはローストのガチョウです。
これはサンクスギービングの七面鳥です。（焼ける前）
「PEANUT BUTTER MARBLE」を作った。
今日、「PEANUT BUTTER MARBLE」を作った。甘いアメリカの菓子です。写真を取った。「Peanut Butter Marble」 を食べれば、ジェナイのように脂肪になります。（笑）
私が日本に戻る時、友人のためにアメリカの菓子を作りたい。でも、いつ戻るか私が知らないので、今「PEANUT BUTTER MARBLE」を作る方法を教える。
原料:
* ピーナッツバター (118ml)
* 蜂蜜 (15ml)
* 溶かされたチョコレート
* オートムギ (237ml)
* バニラ・エッセンス (10ml)
* シナモン (量を選ぶべきである)
作る方法:
低熱の上に蜂蜜とチョコレートとピーナッツバターを溶かしなさい。ボールでは、すべてを混合しなさい。手を使用して、混合物から、球を作りなさい。ほしかったら、砂糖の球を覆いです。冷たいな「PEANUT BUTTER MARBLE」を食べれば最もよい。
ENJOY!
A toast: here’s to taking a shit.
Disclaimer. I know I have to delude myself into thinking that a perfect destination exists and that the likelihood of it is slim; I also know I must live life in a fairyland in order to maintain this delusion, but as it turns out, I’d rather talk crazy than hear it. So without further ado, I give you—my madness.
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Have you ever heard that phrase “happiness is a journey, not a destination” before? Well, what if the proverbial “they” were wrong? What if happiness really is a destination, and life is no better than a death trip? What if sorrow is merely the scenic route and false sense of security is an office job?
Lately I often wonder if I’ve been living my life all wrong. I had been subscribing to the idea that my happiness is a journey and therefore kept myself in constant motion to maintain some form of joy. I feel like this whole desire to travel while I’m young might just be just another form of self deception, and my “joy” is nothing more than a false sense of security. I’m stuck in dive-town Cheney, WA (in the summer, no less) and unable to get to my next great adventure because of basic restraints than everyday people experience ever day, and it’s making me miserable. My life is currently dull and heavy. It’s this down time in between my motion that gets me thinking: my life does not fit into the category of happiness when I’m miserable, and right now, I’m miserable!
So what should I do? If happiness is a journey, it is impossible for me to be happy while stagnant. But what if happiness is a destination? That would make all my misery and sorrow while stuck here give me hope and ambition that someday my life will change for the better! If I’m always reaching for that dream life—that higher destination, then my misery would be a second thought and not a present issue.
What if all those proverbs about enjoying every moment, when obviously it’s impossible, were just a load of shit? I mean it’s impossible to literally enjoy every moment. For example, constipation is not a pleasant thing, and naturally each of us will experience it at some point. Death and taxes too. It’s impossible to enjoy a difficult shit, death, taxes, and stupidity, and yet we all have to deal with these elements of life on a daily basis. (And if you don’t deal with shit on a daily basis, I recommend Phillips. It’s just not healthy to go without a good shit.)
Which brings me to my next point. Shit happens and is natural. The very idea that one can enjoy every single moment is just crazy. Besides, some people find it very good to pass a dirty log, the way some people feel fine after letting a big one rip. So wouldn’t it be more realistic to say that relief often comes after the shit is passed? And if that were the case, than relief (a form of joy) needs the shit to begin with in order to have something to compare to. Yes, that is just another way of saying we need the balance of evil in order to appreciate the good; I just put it into toilet humor for my male audience (and some of my female readers, too, who have toilet brains like any other man out there.)
So now you are probably wondering what my point is. And when you figure it out, please tell me. But in the mean time, consider this: why try to make every moment a happy one when you can enjoy the exhilaration of pursuit and dance after that eternal happiness lost in a distant destination? Happiness most certainly can be a destination. If it were not, then I wish not to go any further on this journey called life, and would much rather settle down, start a family, and see if my children would have more success at having one than I have.
But I still do have some semblance of a life, and therefore can’t stop my journey now. [And I sigh.]
So I think life is not a moment-by-moment happiness. And people who tell you otherwise are constipated and haven’t even tried to pass the shit their full of. So grit your teeth, clench your fits, put your feet on the side of the tub and give a world-class push. Get rid of what’s weighing you down. It will be painful, but no one who’s been through it before promised it would be easy. Take a dump of everything that makes you miserable while you can still take the pain, and heave heavy relief when it’s over. You’ll feel so light you’ll be walking on air, which would make travel much easier. Take that first step out the door and head off on a journey to your great destination. Remember: always think of your beautiful end, so that you never realize how miserable the now can be. And I will do the same
Another Week.
I’m just letting my readers know that due to an unfortunate and untimely event, I will be going out of town for another week. I didn’t think that daily blogging would be any more difficult in the summer than it was during the spring quarter, but it seems that the ease of blogging is just not in the cards right now. For those of you who were hoping to see a peer critique from me this week, I have to apologize, because I’ve not gotten to it yet, and won’t get to it in the next week.
Sorry to everyone again. Well, I have a flight to pack for. Talk to you all later.
Mysterious Writers Paychecks and About Me Blues
So I joined an online community for writers that supposedly pays members for their articles today. But I haven’t figured out how I can make that money yet. So now I’m trying to figure out my member profile. I hate “about me” sections. Do writers really need them? Is a section like that even necessary on a community full of authors? Isn’t everything an author writes a sort of convoluted interpretation of self in a grammatically challenging chaos of ideas? Anyway, I don’t generally know what to write in these things, so I offered a quick time line of my life.
Pre2003: Not Important.
2003: Graduated High School/Went To College.
2004: Ran Away To Japan For A Couple Weeks W/O Warning Anyone.
2005: More College/Nothing Too Exciting.
2006: Moved To Osaka, Japan For One Year.
2007: More College/Nothing Too Exciting.
2008: Graduated College
Post Graduation: Moving To Taiwan.
Although I said nothing before 2003 is important, I did leave a quick note mentioning that I’ve been permanently stuck in the 1980’s. And that’s all they need to know really. But then, in true online community fashion, the profile creator thing asked me a series of stupid questions that I’m supposed to write a unique answer to that truly paints a picture of myself for any guests to my profile page. I decided to only write clichés, since the best way to describe me is to say I’m just another stock character in someone else’s book of life… Here is a sample of the answers I wrote to all those questions:
My passion is …
a crisp drink on a hot day.
My childhood ambition …
was to communicate with whales.
My favorite memory …
must not be very memorable, for I can not think of it.
My inspiration …
is usually catalyzed by irritations and annoyances in my life.
There really is no easy way to write up a profile online. Either a person gets to know you or does not. An online profile is not going to make you any clearer to your acquaintances than trying to tutor them in Latin on quantum physics facts not yet discovered in this century. The whole purpose of online profiling is useless. Go to any dating site, the proof is in the advanced search link. Anyway, I wish I could figure out how I can make money off of what I write, but it’s just not working out the way I imagined when I first signed up. So I’m going to just play around with it a touch more and figure out just how much time I am wasting with it.
Cheers.
