Sticks and Stones

I am very proud of myself. I did not text, bbm, blog, tweet, browse, or voice note ONCE to or from work today, as the new law in Massachusetts, which came into effect today, states it is illegal to do so. So, I had to find something else to do today on the 45 minute (on a good day) commute home, and since just simply driving and solely paying attention to the road is not that exciting, I decided to interact with my fellow commuters in the cars next to me. I wanted to see how many people I could make eye contact with, and at that moment I gave myself three options: friendly wave, enthusiastic thumbs up, or for the lucky ones, a creepy smile. I like to think I was spreading joy all over 93-south. I was pretty off with my timing with one car though and I decided to wave to just as I was passing her, and since I did not want her to think the wave meant "Sayonara Suckaahh", I slowed down and let her pass me. Hopefully she still did not get the wrong idea. This kept me occupied until I reached my exit, and by that time Bob Seger "Night Moves" had come on the radio, so I had other things to do. 

Another famous blogger besides myself, Perez Hilton, blogged a lot yesterday about the bullying going on in schools and the suicides to follow (especially by gay teens). The past year there was a number of kids from Massachusetts to take their lives because of bullying, and it just makes me sick. I know I am no saint, by any means, but one of the most important lessons my parents taught me was never to mean, always invite everyone in the class to a birthday party, and make sure no one is sitting alone. That can not be stressed enough. If my children are bullies, I will fucking kill them, I will not stand for that. Being intolerant is being ignorant, and kids should not feel tortured when they go to school everyday. It all makes me cringe, hopefully some day parents and schools will teach children to be more accepting of others, but then again, people high up on the ladder aren't too accepting either. (I'm trying to stay the least political I can here).

 It takes to much effort to be mean. I know I have my days, but it is so unnecessary to be a bitchy and negative person, no one likes those people. 

Anyway, that is my rant for the day. I encourage everyone to wave to strangers on the road. It's not always for a reaction, but most of the time...

That is all. 

Pack Rat

Happy Glee Day, everyone.

Today, I was going through old emails and decided to delete some. I then went to my trash folder to clean that up as well. There were loads of emails in there from various stores and websites that I stupidly gave my email address to, you know, the places that everyday you wake up with 15 new emails on your phone offering you the best deals around. Obviously those get instantly moved to the trash. I noticed for the first time today on gmail the "delete forever" button. FOREVER?! All of a sudden I got a bit nervous... what if sometime down the road in the near or distant future I want to print out that Under Armor coupon for buy one get one 15% off pairs of socks?! IT WILL BE GONE FOREVER?! Then I stopped myself and realized this must be the same mind set that started that TLC "Hoarders" show. Is it the fear of the "just in case"? Just in case I want those socks, just in case I want to leave my current job and apply to the telemarking position monster.com emailed me with, just in case I still need my confirmation number from my Las Vegas 2009 trip. Is it possible to be an email hoarder?

Don't worry, they were all deleted. I did not let the fear of the "just in case" get to me.

But how do I explain the devil costume from sophomore year halloween still in my closet, or the new years eve hat I just noticed on my coat rack?

Perhaps I need to let go of the "just in case" fear. Most of that stuff is replaceable, shall I ever need it. There is a difference between being prepared and being unnecessary. Where to draw the line? Maybe at the Seth Cohen OC poster still hanging on my wall? Nah..he's still cute.




On another note, I was stuck in rainy traffic today and passed the time with a game I call "HOW MANY SONGS!?" You hit the seek button and see how many stations you can go in a row with knowing the words to the song that came up. My record today was six before a song on 101.7 really messed me up right as I was pulling in my driveway.


That is all.

Shocking Discovery.

I was informed earlier today that 23 years ago to this date was when my mother found out she was pregnant with her first child, me. For whatever reason, I feel like that makes today the perfect day to start blogging. Yes? She described it as "the happiest day of her life", I wonder if she still feels that way... prob.

I think I have a lot of half-important things to say. I have a couple of overly-priced journal notebooks from Anthropologie, but this just seems way easier. However, I will still keep them in my bag to look cool. They are a lot easier to carry than a Macbook. 

In my shower, there is the same body wash that I used at school. I try not to use that one, because as they say "scent is the strongest link to memory", and I usually get sad, but I did tonight by mistake. (actually, we were out of any other soap). Life is quite different now.  I can assure you that last year this time I was not sitting on my bed with a towel on my head about to clean my room, and twenty-three years ago this night, I was a tiny fetus, but I doubt I had a towel on my head. 

Blah, blah, blah. 

I wish this blog made all of my "I's" automatically capital letters.

I was also thinking that what if there was no such thing as a shower, and instead, every night/morning at a certain time it rained warm water for 15 minute intervals and people went outside in their bathing suits and took showers, and the streets filled with soap bubbles. That would eliminate the need for street cleaners. I'm glad there's showers though, because in this economy, we need all the jobs we can get. 

That is all.