Every year July goes by too quick. It's like a love starved woman who loves you and then leaves you when they have had their fill. I can never complain enough about July going by quickly. It's my favorite month after all. It has by far been one of my best July months in years.
Now we are stepping into August tomorrow where a new semester lurks nearby. Fall is in the near future. Pine trees are starting to turn slightly brown. Smaller trees are turning their leaves to yellow. It is unfortunate to see Summer gone so soon and Winter not so far way.
I'll miss you July.
Now I will spend the next 11 months waiting for your return.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
A Brand New Era of Plain
I've written previously about my love for plain clothing. I have now taken that to a new level. Wal-Mart has once again satisfied my need for fitting plain clothing thanks to the likes of Fruit of the Loom. They produce all colors of the rainbow in plain shirts just ripe for my wearing. At last, I have found clothing without irritating logos or attention drawing designs. Just plain colors with a shirt pocket. In fact, I went crazy over this. I bought one of each color shirt with and without a shirt pocket. All for the price of $40 I completely revamped my wardrobe. Admittedly, most of the shirts are black. But I crossed new thresholds in my tastes of plain. For once, I bought shirts that were actually.....slightly.....brightly colored. A couple of blue, teal, red and dare I say, a yellow! Yes, It was a madness of plain. Shirts to be worn on all occasions. I don't know why I had never thought of this brilliant idea before. It's cheap. The shirts are barely 2 dollars. Much cheaper than the 15-20 I was paying for logos.
I have finally reached a new era of plain by which I can finally make wallflowers jealous of my plain-ness.
Here is to blending in and not standing out!
I have finally reached a new era of plain by which I can finally make wallflowers jealous of my plain-ness.
Here is to blending in and not standing out!
Monday, July 18, 2011
People Watching
I was at a new restaurant today trying out a pretty awesome philly cheesesteak. Since I was alone, I thought I would help myself to some sweet people watching. I like people watching at restaurants. People act the most fake at restaurants. Forced conversations, awkward dates, and the overall poor conversational skills of my generation make for some good entertainment. But this time, I struck gold! The table in front of me was a first date of two middle aged people meeting from a dating site.
The man was uber ridiculous. Greesy slicked back long hair with the gold chain necklace and partially unbuttoned shirt. The lady looked relatively normal but you could tell by her conversation and skimpy dress she was desperate for attention. Everything was a problem to her. The restaurant, the food, the scenery, that guy, this girl, blah blah blah. I don't like to eavesdrop on peoples conversations. But in this case, I had no choice. They were obnoxiously loud with their conversation. Everyone could hear them in the restaurant. The man had crutches with him. Underneath the table was a poorly ace-wrapped foot which he claimed was a broken ankle (Broke ankles are never treated with crappy ace bandages) The lady cooed and "awed" at his broken ankle and his pain. Which of course was followed up by him with ridiculous stories about how hard it is for him to get around every day and how he wished someone could just take care of him. This led to them somehow jumping into a conversation about sex, which I ignored for the sake of my lunch. They eventually got up to go. The lady said she was going out for a cigarette with a wink and asked if he would join her. She walked fast out the door. The man got up and walked about 10- 15 steps very quickly without his crutches to catch up with her. He was walking just fine! The man realized his potentially fatal mistake and turned around and RAN to his crutches. The lady turned around only in time to see him get his crutches and fake struggle with moving with them. I was irritated. She didn't even notice. The guy looked at me with a shit-eating grin on his face like he had gotten away with it. I gave a dirty look and shook my head. I actually didn't care, I just wanted to be a douche. Giving him a dirty look was just awesome.
I do wish I had done something to make that more awkward for them, maybe yell out to the lady while the guy was walking "Hey miss! Will you help this guy, he forgot his crutches!" That would have been a super douche move on my part. Or maybe I could have gone the condescending route and pulled on app on my phone that played a sitcom laugh track as he walked out. The dude is playing the pity card like some needy 16 year old high school guy. I mean really? Is that your best route to getting women to sleep with you? It must work because it seemed like it was working brilliantly. Faking a broken ankle to get laid has to be one of the worst plans ever, yet this douche is pulling it off like it was no big deal. If the lady found out his ankle wasn't broken, would he still get lucky? Probably. That lady was dumb.
Anywho, there is my irrelevant story. Enjoy
The man was uber ridiculous. Greesy slicked back long hair with the gold chain necklace and partially unbuttoned shirt. The lady looked relatively normal but you could tell by her conversation and skimpy dress she was desperate for attention. Everything was a problem to her. The restaurant, the food, the scenery, that guy, this girl, blah blah blah. I don't like to eavesdrop on peoples conversations. But in this case, I had no choice. They were obnoxiously loud with their conversation. Everyone could hear them in the restaurant. The man had crutches with him. Underneath the table was a poorly ace-wrapped foot which he claimed was a broken ankle (Broke ankles are never treated with crappy ace bandages) The lady cooed and "awed" at his broken ankle and his pain. Which of course was followed up by him with ridiculous stories about how hard it is for him to get around every day and how he wished someone could just take care of him. This led to them somehow jumping into a conversation about sex, which I ignored for the sake of my lunch. They eventually got up to go. The lady said she was going out for a cigarette with a wink and asked if he would join her. She walked fast out the door. The man got up and walked about 10- 15 steps very quickly without his crutches to catch up with her. He was walking just fine! The man realized his potentially fatal mistake and turned around and RAN to his crutches. The lady turned around only in time to see him get his crutches and fake struggle with moving with them. I was irritated. She didn't even notice. The guy looked at me with a shit-eating grin on his face like he had gotten away with it. I gave a dirty look and shook my head. I actually didn't care, I just wanted to be a douche. Giving him a dirty look was just awesome.
I do wish I had done something to make that more awkward for them, maybe yell out to the lady while the guy was walking "Hey miss! Will you help this guy, he forgot his crutches!" That would have been a super douche move on my part. Or maybe I could have gone the condescending route and pulled on app on my phone that played a sitcom laugh track as he walked out. The dude is playing the pity card like some needy 16 year old high school guy. I mean really? Is that your best route to getting women to sleep with you? It must work because it seemed like it was working brilliantly. Faking a broken ankle to get laid has to be one of the worst plans ever, yet this douche is pulling it off like it was no big deal. If the lady found out his ankle wasn't broken, would he still get lucky? Probably. That lady was dumb.
Anywho, there is my irrelevant story. Enjoy
Monday, July 11, 2011
Small Towns Freak Me Out
I attempted to go to a new reservoir for fishing today. It's been my new hobby to go and find new spots to fish. I was traveling to Vernon Reservoir which of course is out in the middle of no where. My GPS thought it would be funny to take me the super long way that added 45 minutes to the trip. (In retrospect, I should have been paying attention to which way it was taking me instead of blindly following it's commands.)
This super long route goes through Tooele which I have only passed through a couple of times. There isn't a whole lot out there except for a small town and military grade chemicals. There is handful of little towns surrounding this little area. Creepy little towns that you really only see in movies. There was at least 4 local diners/gas stations that looked like they could easily set the plot for a decent horror movie. I needed to get supplies but feared going into one those diners. I was afraid I would get stories about haunted Indian burial grounds and mythical man-eating creatures. Perhaps I would hear stories of old robbers and murders whose souls roam the hills looking for their next victim. Last thing I need to hear is a ghost story while I'm out in the middle of no where with no cell phone service.
Knowing my luck, I would hear the worst story of them all. I could picture it now. I walk in to this empty diner/gas station looking like a city boy yuppy. I approach the counter where there would be an old man in overalls and a haggard straw hat slowly cleaning a perpetually dirty glass. I ask if I can get directions to the reservoir as I purchase my supplies. It would be at that time the old man would stare me down and say "No, you don't want to go down there." I would ask almost condescendingly "why not?" At that point, the seemingly crazy old man would tell me a rambling story about ghost of Rapey-Joe Mcmurdercloud. An old notorious villian from the late 1800's who mugged, raped and murdered all his victims. He was eventually captured and hanged by the old reservoir. But his ghost roams the small town occasionally killing victims in his usual fashion every so many years. He is also blamed for bad crop seasons and bad weather. I would then hear "In fact, Rapey-Joe just claimed another victim: The high school cheerleader and homecoming queen that everybody loved and had no enemies. She was found in the reservoir with a note on her that says "Rapey-Joe rapes and murders from beyond the grave!" Or perhaps even a written manifesto found near the body and the alleged author being Rapey-Joe.
Instead of possibly hearing any of that, I passed the towns and diners and got my car stuck in the mud somewhere down the road. I never made it to Vernon Reservoir. So I turned back and went somewhere else vowing to get a truck to come back.
True Story.
This super long route goes through Tooele which I have only passed through a couple of times. There isn't a whole lot out there except for a small town and military grade chemicals. There is handful of little towns surrounding this little area. Creepy little towns that you really only see in movies. There was at least 4 local diners/gas stations that looked like they could easily set the plot for a decent horror movie. I needed to get supplies but feared going into one those diners. I was afraid I would get stories about haunted Indian burial grounds and mythical man-eating creatures. Perhaps I would hear stories of old robbers and murders whose souls roam the hills looking for their next victim. Last thing I need to hear is a ghost story while I'm out in the middle of no where with no cell phone service.
Knowing my luck, I would hear the worst story of them all. I could picture it now. I walk in to this empty diner/gas station looking like a city boy yuppy. I approach the counter where there would be an old man in overalls and a haggard straw hat slowly cleaning a perpetually dirty glass. I ask if I can get directions to the reservoir as I purchase my supplies. It would be at that time the old man would stare me down and say "No, you don't want to go down there." I would ask almost condescendingly "why not?" At that point, the seemingly crazy old man would tell me a rambling story about ghost of Rapey-Joe Mcmurdercloud. An old notorious villian from the late 1800's who mugged, raped and murdered all his victims. He was eventually captured and hanged by the old reservoir. But his ghost roams the small town occasionally killing victims in his usual fashion every so many years. He is also blamed for bad crop seasons and bad weather. I would then hear "In fact, Rapey-Joe just claimed another victim: The high school cheerleader and homecoming queen that everybody loved and had no enemies. She was found in the reservoir with a note on her that says "Rapey-Joe rapes and murders from beyond the grave!" Or perhaps even a written manifesto found near the body and the alleged author being Rapey-Joe.
Instead of possibly hearing any of that, I passed the towns and diners and got my car stuck in the mud somewhere down the road. I never made it to Vernon Reservoir. So I turned back and went somewhere else vowing to get a truck to come back.
True Story.
Friday, July 8, 2011
A Most Excellent Weekend
My 4th of July weekend was most excellent. I did a lot of fishing which was nice. I recently picked it up again. I used to do it all the time as a kid every time I went to Idaho. I haven't done it in almost 10 years. Now that I'm back into it, it's been perfect. I've enjoyed being outdoors and have also enjoyed the sport of fishing. I love the outdoors. I love the skill of fishing. The feeling of catching something. This is yet another thing I can put towards my effort of doing as much as I can this summer. I haven't caught much except for my terrible farmers tan. Otherwise I've caught small fish. But that's ok.
I hung out with friends, took drives to scenic parts of Utah hoping to find more secluded fishing areas. The Uintas are the closest I have ever been to finding something similar to Utah. Similar in that it's secluded, heavily forested, beautiful. (Unfortunately it takes 2 hours to achieve that) Those are qualities Utah wilderness lacks. Especially the secluded part. I like being in the wilderness to be away from a ton of people, not be near a ton of people who think they love nature.
I've noticed all this time from work has made me happier. I've been doing things. I've been doing something with my time for once. If I could get better regular sleep, it would be perfect. I noticed since I quit working nights my sleep patterns have changed. I'm not talking about the obvious pattern of sleeping at night like everyone else instead of during the day. I've noticed that when I worked nights, I got more hours of sleep (Around 9-12 hours on average.) But the quality of sleep was terrible. Now that I'm working days I'm getting excellent quality of sleep. But I'm getting less of it. (4-8 hours on average.) I have trouble disciplining myself to sleep at a certain times to get adequate sleep. The night person in me wants to stay up all night. Lousy insomnia.
Otherwise, I haven't done too much. Just been working, fishing, hanging out. I would like to do more stuff this summer to make the best of it. This is definitely one of the better summers I've had in years. Unfortunately it's already half over. Another semester of school is just around the corner and another 6 months of bullshit winter is lurking in the distance.
Let's go summer!
I hung out with friends, took drives to scenic parts of Utah hoping to find more secluded fishing areas. The Uintas are the closest I have ever been to finding something similar to Utah. Similar in that it's secluded, heavily forested, beautiful. (Unfortunately it takes 2 hours to achieve that) Those are qualities Utah wilderness lacks. Especially the secluded part. I like being in the wilderness to be away from a ton of people, not be near a ton of people who think they love nature.
I've noticed all this time from work has made me happier. I've been doing things. I've been doing something with my time for once. If I could get better regular sleep, it would be perfect. I noticed since I quit working nights my sleep patterns have changed. I'm not talking about the obvious pattern of sleeping at night like everyone else instead of during the day. I've noticed that when I worked nights, I got more hours of sleep (Around 9-12 hours on average.) But the quality of sleep was terrible. Now that I'm working days I'm getting excellent quality of sleep. But I'm getting less of it. (4-8 hours on average.) I have trouble disciplining myself to sleep at a certain times to get adequate sleep. The night person in me wants to stay up all night. Lousy insomnia.
Otherwise, I haven't done too much. Just been working, fishing, hanging out. I would like to do more stuff this summer to make the best of it. This is definitely one of the better summers I've had in years. Unfortunately it's already half over. Another semester of school is just around the corner and another 6 months of bullshit winter is lurking in the distance.
Let's go summer!
Sex in a Van
The title has nothing to do with my life, or this blog really.
I just thought it would be funny to see if I could artificially boost hits on my blog from random people and people who already follow my blog.
I'm hoping to see people having found my blog searching for the words "sex in a van" on google. Perverts hoping to find some porn will unfortunately find this poorly written blog instead. Teens and hobos worried about contracting rare STD's from dirty activity in the confines of van will hopefully find this blog. I really hope there is someone out there trying to find if there is an STD from van-related activity. I wonder if that would be called "vanisitis?" (It even sounds kind of dirty when you say it out loud.
The title isn't completely random though. As I was driving home, there was some guy in what had to be the ultimate creep machine. The guy himself looked pretty eff-in creepy so the vehicle fit. It was like an RV/van mix. That guy just looked like he was trolling for desperate women to coerce into his vehicle. I then came up with the term "mobile command creep shack." Because that's exactly what it was. It was a creepy ass dude driving a creepy ass car to be a creepy ass creep to unsuspecting women (or men, who knows). He was driving what was essentially a trailer park on wheels around town.
Who am I to judge? I drove a VW bus with 2 beds, a fridge, sink and stove in it. But my bus was bad ass. The mobile command creep shack was substantially less than cool. "It had creep" written all over it. My van at the most negative had "dirty hippy" written all over it.
So basically, if you're looking for information about sex and/or sexual activities in a van, you have come to the wrong place. I basically just wrote an entire blog about an innocuous title, and how/why I came up with it.
I wasted precious minutes of your life.
Sorry perverts and gossips.
I just thought it would be funny to see if I could artificially boost hits on my blog from random people and people who already follow my blog.
I'm hoping to see people having found my blog searching for the words "sex in a van" on google. Perverts hoping to find some porn will unfortunately find this poorly written blog instead. Teens and hobos worried about contracting rare STD's from dirty activity in the confines of van will hopefully find this blog. I really hope there is someone out there trying to find if there is an STD from van-related activity. I wonder if that would be called "vanisitis?" (It even sounds kind of dirty when you say it out loud.
The title isn't completely random though. As I was driving home, there was some guy in what had to be the ultimate creep machine. The guy himself looked pretty eff-in creepy so the vehicle fit. It was like an RV/van mix. That guy just looked like he was trolling for desperate women to coerce into his vehicle. I then came up with the term "mobile command creep shack." Because that's exactly what it was. It was a creepy ass dude driving a creepy ass car to be a creepy ass creep to unsuspecting women (or men, who knows). He was driving what was essentially a trailer park on wheels around town.
Who am I to judge? I drove a VW bus with 2 beds, a fridge, sink and stove in it. But my bus was bad ass. The mobile command creep shack was substantially less than cool. "It had creep" written all over it. My van at the most negative had "dirty hippy" written all over it.
So basically, if you're looking for information about sex and/or sexual activities in a van, you have come to the wrong place. I basically just wrote an entire blog about an innocuous title, and how/why I came up with it.
I wasted precious minutes of your life.
Sorry perverts and gossips.
Monday, July 4, 2011
My Favorite Holiday
Happy 4th of July!
This is my favorite holiday of the year. No pressure to buy people crap. No pressure to be nice. The only pressure is to have fun and be grateful we live in a great country.
Yes, the 4th of July has it all. Warm weather. Outdoor activities. No buying people things they don't need. Just a night full of food, explosions, loud noises and alcohol if you so choose.
It's been an amazing weekend. Hopefully the 4th of July tops it all off appropriately.
This is my favorite holiday of the year. No pressure to buy people crap. No pressure to be nice. The only pressure is to have fun and be grateful we live in a great country.
Yes, the 4th of July has it all. Warm weather. Outdoor activities. No buying people things they don't need. Just a night full of food, explosions, loud noises and alcohol if you so choose.
It's been an amazing weekend. Hopefully the 4th of July tops it all off appropriately.
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