In Other News

I have watched High Fidelity and Breakfast at Tiffany's, a few times this week. I love them both dearly. But watching them has led me to a couple of conclusions:

1. I totally and completely have a desire for someone to engrave a Cracker Jack box ring for me. And, if they don't make Cracker Jack rings of metal anymore, I will settle for some other cheap metal ring. It would be awesome.

2. I still am head-over-heels for Mr. John Cusack. Um... who wouldn't be?

3. What happened to mix tapes? Why don't we make them for each other any more? It is strange to me. Earlier this week a friend got delivered flowers to work, with some cheesy card. It was precious. You know what I said when we got out of ear shot? I said, "I like flowers, I like getting them delivered... You know what would be soooo much more amazing? Getting a mix tape/cd." I stick to it. Even if for tradition sake, the card was replaced with the mix tape and the flowers were still there. But seriously, mix tapes people. I am telling you, that is where it is at. 

Sometimes Things Are Sad

Today was a strange mixed up day, super emotional if you will.

I was so happy all day. I got up, listened to some good music, got dressed, and made a lunch. Then I jumped on a bike and started our ride to work, listening to Rilo Kiley. A grand way to spend the morning. I got to work and I did fixes all day, I am pretty sure my brain melted. I chatted and spent the day with lovely people. We went and watch Ben perform at open mic night, he did wonderfully by the way. Buy his cd on itunes.

Then I got a call from my mom. And I knew what it meant, and my heart broke for some dear friends. I haven't been the best at keeping in contact with the Whitaker family lately. Or for a long time. I kind of dropped off of the face of the Earth when it comes to the people in my old ward, I have my reasons... And none of them are really good, mostly time and distance, with a dash of fear and probably a sprinkle of pride. I guess it is easier to say, that at some point in my life I needed to cut ties. I needed to cut them fast and hard and rather than explain myself, I just ran. I feel bad about that. But this isn't about my guilt, and I probably shouldn't have even brought it up. ANYWAY. My mom told me that Risa had passed away. It is such a bittersweet thing. I cannot even imagine what their family is going through right now. I thought about what it would be like to lose my sister, and I cannot even imagine. Horrible. But then I remembered our Heavenly Father, and there is comfort there. Mostly, I think I wish I could give them a big hug. I don't know why, I just feel like hugs make things easier.

Mostly, I just ask that you say a little prayer for the Whitakers, even if you don't know them. Trust me, they are amazing people.

Thanks.

Day Light Savings Time

This year, I was particularly grateful for daylight savings time, mostly because it meant that by the time I get off of work, I would have sunshine. Amazing right?

But I forgot the biggest downside. I cannot sleep.

It is now almost 1:30 am, and I am wide awake.

My body needs to adjust quicker.

An Excuse or Two

I have not blogged in a long time, short two sentence blog aside, it has been a while, a LONG while. Its not even like I don't have things to say, I have a lot of things to say right now, about many different topics, none of them are quite Internet worthy though. So I suppose rather than shooting my mouth off about things that will come back to bite me later, I have just bit my tongue. How uncharacteristic of me, I am fully aware.

I think the fact that I have been staying at work until at least 7pm every night isn't helping this fact. It makes me feel like my life is just one giant circle of living at work. I want to make it clear that I completely love my job, and I love 99% of the people I work 125%. (Do the math.) But by the time I get home, I just want to curl up in my bed and hibernate. I think that has to do with the fact that it is completely dark outside, and generally freezing.

Perhaps I need to get up earlier and do something with my life. Read, write, something. But that requires effort.  Sometimes I look at my life and feel completely stuck, but not really at the same time. I love my housemates. I love my job, for the most part. I love my friends. So in those respect not stuck.

But I miss my family. I miss trent. I miss rachel. Its hard being so far away from them. I look forward to weekends when I can go up there, because even though it is not my Oregon home or my Oregon family, they are my family, and my Utah home... Its weird. I am weird. And I am feeling weird today.

All  of these things lead to my nonblogness lately. sorry world.