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I’m not quite sure how I feel about people naming their children after cities. For example, Dallas. I don’t think that’s a great name for a little boy. I think that every time people see Dallas, the first thing they think of will be Dallas, Texas. He’s always going to be asked questions of why he was named after Dallas. He won’t really know what to say, except that he really has no clue. His parents were Dallas Cowboy fans? His parents took the family dog to the animal clinic in Dallas and they saved it’s life? He really doesn’t know?

I think people should stick to people names. Not the names of cars, or cities. Leave those for objects, not people.  I also don’t like it when people name their pets with common people names. Do not name your dog Claire…I want to name my kid that. My cute little baby girl has the same name as your nasty, smelly, evil dog. Awesome. That is not okay. There are so many names you could pick for a dog, why did you have to pick a people name?

Maybe we could all just stick to normal names. Cities can be named city names. Pets can be named pet names. And people can be named people names. Sound good?


Do you ever talk back to the TV? You are probably thinking, “No…that’s really weird.” Well it probably is, but sometimes I get really into TV. For example, commercials. Like the really annoying ones that are like, “Are you from Albuquerque? Do you need a personal injury lawyer?”, and I answer, “No, to both of those questions. Also your annoying.” See, then you can shut the personal injuary lawyer up and change the channel. Maybe it’s a power issue.

Another example is informercials. Man, those things can be so persuasive! They are talking about a vacuum, saying, “Look! This thing has 50 times the suction of other vaccuums! You NEED this!”  I lean forward and say, “Oh my goodness! I DO need that! That thing is MAGIC! I need that right now!” I start taking my cell phone out of my pocket. I start thinking of all the things I could vaccuum up, how clean my apartment could be! Then they put pressure on even more. “If you call now, you’ll get these FREE attatchments! You are saving SO MUCH MONEY!!!! ” I start going over my bank account, do I have enough?

The commercial finally ends and I finally get my sense back and put down my phone. I walk away from the TV.

I need to stop watching infomercials.

I used to think that the brand of tuna was Albuquerque.  It’s not. Albuquerqe is a place, not a brand of tuna. I stand corrected.

Anyways. Today is Thursday…yay! That means it’s almost Friday. THAT is awesome.  Friday is great because it’s finally the weekend! That means you can pretty much do whatever you want. Well maybe not whatever you want. You don’t want to have to call an personal injury lawyer on Monday. Partly because your personal injury lawyer would probably just tell you to stop doing stupid things.

This weekend should be pretty decent. I’m going to an outdoor laser tag thing on Saturday. That sounds like a blast. I think that will be fun. I’m also going to a couple parties, and a concert. But most of all, I’m just really excited to SLEEP! My favorite part of every weekend is Friday night and Saturday morning. Friday night isn’t my favorite because it’s fun. My favorite part of Friday night is where I get in my bed and I know that I don’t have to wake up until I actually choose to. My favorite part of Saturday morning is when the alarm goes off, and I think, “Dang it, it’s time to get up! oh wait…it’s SATURDAY!!!!!!!”. I then go back to sleep. It’s wonderful. Hallelujah for weekends!

This post is about line etiquette.  I’m not talking about the kind of lines you draw. I’m talking about the kind of lines that you stand in at the grocery store, or the movie theater, or wherever.  I’m actually stealing this topic from my brother. The other day we were standing in a costco line and we were observing people. My brother said, “I should write a blog about line etiquette.” Sorry bro….I took it.

Alright so here are the annoying things about people some people who stand in lines:

1. The person who is obviously used to being treated like a Beverly Hills movie star, and thinks they are one. These are the people who walk up to the front of the line and just start ordering their food or whatever it may be. No one likes you. You are NOT a Beverly Hills movie star. You can get in line just like everyone else.

2. The person who decides to start their own line. the line is obviously going one way. They decide to branch off, start the line going another way. This person is the rich plastic surgeon who thinks they can change anything. Everyone gets confused because then there are two branches off the same line. it doesn’t work!

3. Last, but definitely not least, is the person who stands way too close to you in line. They have no sense of space. They snuggle right up next to you. It’s weird.

So, to all of you people who think you are a movie star, if you want to be treated that way, go to Beverly Hills. If you want to start your own line, do it somewhere else. Lastly, give every0ne two feet of space for goodness sake! The End.


Whether you are in San Diego, Riverside, or Japan, you are bound to run out of toilet paper a few times in your life. Most people associate panic with things that are very threatening. Possibly a threatening situation where their life is in danger, hence the panic. I associate panic with much smaller things. For example, running out of toilet paper, or not having any to begin with.

Picture this. You have GOT to go, right now. You finally get in the bathroom and you are very relieved. You reach over for the toilet paper and it ISN’T THERE. Your heart starts pounding. What in the world are you going to do? You start desperately looking around for some that you may have missed. It just isn’t there.  Then someone walks in, you hear a familiar voice. It’s that one girl you really don’t like. She’s the one who is always talking about her pool with it’s automatic pool cover and it’s pool fence. She is the bratty rich girl that you avoid at all costs. She…is your only hope.

You curse the stupid stall. You should have gone in the other one!You slowly humble yourself enough to ask…”Hey….can you hand me some toilet paper?”  A hand full of toilet paper appears under the stall door. “Thanks”, you say very awkwardly. Despite all your best efforts to avoid this girl, you have now bonded over toilet paper. For the next few months, you ALWAYS check for toilet paper first thing.

This blog post is going to consist of ideas for other blog posts. Sound exciting? Well it is.

1. Line etiquette.  How are you supposed to act in a line? How close should you stand to people? What should the formation of a line be?

2. People who get your number. What is appropriate? How long should you talk with someone before you ask for their number?

3. If you are a plastic surgeon, do you get work done on yourself? Shouldn’t every plastic surgeon be absolutely flawless because of all their connections? Is there a really ugly plastic surgeon out there who is happy with him/herself?

4. Weird things you did as a kid that you thought were normal. Example: We flew bag kites. We tied a plastic grocery bag to a string and ran around with it.

5. What is the limit with ridiculous drivers? I saw a semi driver texting today. I definitely think that surpasses the limit of stupidity allowed on the road.

6. Why do we all just automatically trust fast food people? They could do anything to that food…

7. What is the point of making your bed in the morning if you are just going to get in it later that day?

…These should be good!

Have you ever wondered how hippies survived? Well I have. I mean, let’s think about this. They were all druggies. They were high all the time. Also most of them lived in a converted bus.  You cannot really live out of bus rvs. Maybe you can live out of one for a few weeks, but not an entire lifetime. I just don’t see that as being that great. A converted bus would be cramped and small. Also, if you are always high, you probably shouldn’t be driving that big of a vehicle around, or any vehicle for that matter. It doesn’t matter if you’ve got flowers in your hair. It just isn’t a good idea. If you are going to go on a “trip”, you shouldn’t go on a trip…(hahaha…pun.)

Either way, I’m glad I didn’t live in the hippie era. It just seems weird to me. I think it would just be awkward. I’m actually quite satisfied with the time period I live in now. Yes, there are the really lame people who are flying planes into buildings, but there are some pretty awesome things going on too. I guess it all evens out.

Well, now that we’ve discussed this, I’m going to go eat some crackers.

I wish I knew more about computers. I mean I’m not completely computer illiterate. I know how to write emails, surf the internet, and all that fun stuff. But I’m not talking about that kind of stuff. I’m talking about being one of those people who REALLY knows about computers. Like when I say, “I got a new computer! It’s blue!” They say, “Sweet! How does it handle xml conversion? Can it go database to xml? How fast is it at data integration??” I then would look at them with a very blank look. Why? Because I have absolutely NO idea what database to xml means. Not a clue.

Of course, I do other things with my life. I actually have social interaction with people, and I know how to have conversations face to face, not over text. I go outside. I actually have friends. I do that type of stuff. But I just don’t really like it when things are a complete mystery to me. It always amazes me when I find out about a whole new world of something that I knew absolutely nothing about. I always think, “How in the world did that get past me? Why did no one ever mention this to me?”  But hey, that’s life right?

Fake Perfection

I had a discussion with a friend the other day about plastic surgery. It turns out it’s quite the debate.  Is a woman shallow if she is having a plastic surgeon fix every little flaw? Does she lack a lot of self confidence? Or is it the other way around? Is it that she has enough confidence to be able to recognize her flaws and fix them?

I personally believe it’s the first option. I don’t believe in having a plastic surgeon fix every little thing you don’t like about yourself. I think Beverly Hills is a perfect example. The movie stars are getting every little thing fixed, and they still aren’t happy. They are probably as insecure as ever. Why? Because it doesn’t work. You can’t permenently boost your self confidence by getting a surgery. You may be be happy for a little bit, but then you’ll just find another problem area that you want to fix. It will never end.

Also, what about endorphins? You know those feel good hormones you get when you go for a nice long run? They make you happy. They boost your mood. And what about the feeling of satisfaction you get when you lose a few pounds cause you actually ate healthy and worked out? A plastic surgeon can’t give you that.

That’s just my view on it. Take it for what it’s worth.

Remember the post about going on vacation to kill devil hills, getting some vacation rentals, and having a decent vacation? Maybe rent a boat and head out on the lake for a couple days?  Sounds great right? Well, Kill Devil Hills isn’t going to happen. Why? Because I don’t think I’ll ever get a vacation. At least not for a very long time. It turns out that vacations cost a lot of money. Also, they take a lot of time. I don’t have either of those things. I’m not quite sure I will very soon in the future either.

I am doomed to school. School takes every second of my spare time. I am married to school. My social life does not exist lately. When people ask me if I would like to do something, I have to say that I can’t. I have to do my homework. It has taken over my life! The day that I graduate is going to be amazing. The feeling of not having to sign up for more classes, worry about paying for it, or any of that, sounds absolutely marvelous.  Until then, I’m doomed to stretching myself thin, paying too much money, and going to school until the end of time. Joy.