First Real Break from Vacations

I like the fact that I can look out my window and see green instead of just a road. Lots of trees if I look out at the right angle. That makes me happy, especially since I'm not camping this year. I don't dare ask for that many days off, especially when we have a hard time keeping up with everything as it is.

I've gone camping in the summer since I was 6, almost 7. I know it's not for everyone. Some people don't like the bugs. Some people don't like the sleeping arrangements. Others don't like the food. Lots of people want to be squeaky clean. I know there are a lot of reasons not to camp. But they don't get to me.

I'm not saying that I like the bugs or that I appreciate the dirt. I'm definitely not saying that I don't miss my bed when I camp. But camping does something for you that you can't get just by visiting nature. But you have to go for more than three days. That's because the first and last day, you are setting up and taking down and getting everything ready for whatever. You want at least two days to really camp, but I recommend taking 5 days of real camping. That means you need to spend a week out there, so bring your quarters for the laundromat and be prepared to stop at your nearest piggly wiggly to grab more ice and food. That way you don't have to pack so much and you won't feel so dirty.

The best parts of camping are plentiful. I like to go where there is water. A lake or a river nearby if only to clear your mind at night. Fishing is great, too. Life tells you to finish things quickly, but fishing...well, the whole point of fishing is to be patient. You must be hold still, watch and feel the rod for any slight change. Your senses become acute, but not because you have a pressing task at hand. It's because you know that eventually, something will happen, and you are ready to respond at a moment's notice. But until that happens, you can enjoy the stillness of the moment, the chatter of squirrels and songs of birds, the slow movement of the lake or the rythym of the quick river...you get to just be there, and you don't have to do anything for a majority of the time. It's those few moments and all you have to do is wait for the right moment to set the hook then reel in and cast again. And then you don't even have to worry about what you'll eat for dinner (unless you are like me and you don't like fish, but your fellows campers usually don't have a problem eating what you catch).

But even if you fish there's still plenty of time left in the day when you aren't cooking or cleaning. Reading, board games, crafts, stories, boating, card games, hiking, indian rain dances, writing, 4 wheeling, thinking, napping, tanning, stargazing, roasting marshmellows, birdwatching, exploring...what else? I know there's more.

But the sad part is that my wrist hurts and that's all I can type right now. I should've stopped typing earlier. Sorry I don't have a clever ending or a point to this post. I have to quit for now.

Excuse Me, Mr. Morning

Please excuse the undefined tabs to the left of my post titles. They should say the date and time, but they are not working right now. Also, my home, about, and archive pages are all the same--I'm aware of this. I'm not sure if my search bar works either.

But that will be my next digital project for myself. I'll start working on the fine tuning of this layout soon. And if I can't figure it out, then I'll just change it. No harm done.

Do you want to know what I have to say? Probably not, but you are the one reading this, so it's your fault that you are forcing yourself to listen to me, sucker.

The truth is that I don't have much to say. Work is giving me lots of experience, and I'm grateful for it. I just hate working so early in the morning. I am a morning moron. That means that whenever Mr. Morning and I meet up, I become a moron. I don't know why exactly. I just can't think straight, I have trouble sitting up straight and focusing. I start daydreaming a lot, even straight-up real dreaming sometimes...it's like I lose my mind around him. Maybe I have a crush on Mr. Morning and I just don't know it. Girls lose their minds around the guys they like, right? Well, I hope that is not the case, because it wouldn't work out well at all. I am a night person, and Mr. Morning gets up far too early for my taste. Oh well.

Useless Tires

So I've got about 30 minutes left on lunch, but I really don't take that long to eat, so you guys are in for a treat! I'm blogging again!

So work goes from 8 till 5, but I've been here until 6 most days. the university can only pay me for 40 hours each week, so pretty much i get to save up all my extra hours as paid vacation. zoop for that wonderful invention. i love being paid while i'm sleeping in.

mostly i edit videos, and now i'm starting to analyze the HASS website so that i can help dr. hailey redesign/build it. then i'll make offline-websites to contain the engineering courses i'm recording and editing so that students will have access to lecture notes, definitions, quizzes, homework, videos...who knows what else. anything the students need, we need to provide for them on this weird website thing. so i'll help build that.

one of my roommates had a friend over named brett. i'd met brett before. he's a nice guy. they were watching aladdin in the living room while i was making dinner, and they told me to come watch with them, so i did. totally unbeknownst to me, they wanted to flirt and hit on each other during the entire movie. i ate my food as fast as possible, which isn't that fast, and went to my room for the day.

why do people invite you to be a third wheel? i want to punch her in the face. not really. that would hurt my hand probably. not a very good idea.

if you ever invite me to be a third wheel, even if you don't consider me a third wheel, i will think about punching your face. don't worry, i won't do it, but only because it might hurt my hand. but i will think about it, and you bet i will enjoy that image in my mind.

yes, i'm feeling violent today. but don't worry. i bet it's just because i'm tired.