The Surfer Theorem

Hello world.

So my google calendar has informed me that February beings tomorrow. For the majority of the population, February is all about Valentine's Day (whether you love it or hate it). Personally, I think it's sort of odd that a special day has to be set aside to remind couples to show their love for one another (shouldn't that be....every day?), but some couples need that reminder.

Per February tradition (1 year strong), here is a theory about relationships (you can catch last year's post here):

The Surfer Theorem:

You are a surfer, drifting in shallow waters waiting to catch a wave. Sometimes, you can look toward the horizon and see swells coming in the distance. You have a long time to observe the coming swells and decide if which one you'll try to catch.
Other times, the swells come out of nowhere. Catching the wave requires quick judgment, but can still result in a successful ride.
Though it is your choice to pass up a wave or attempt to surf it to shore, there are many factors that determine whether the ride will be a success. Certain waves, for one reason or another, just don't work out. You can paddle as hard as you want, and the wave will still move past you.
Other times, you may catch the wave, but not stand up in time or fall off your board.
And then there are the times you do catch the wave and get to your feet, only to wipe out in a cluster of jagged rocks. And some days, there are just no waves to be caught. This one requires patience, my friend.

So basically, just keep at it until you find the perfect wave. Good luck.

Return of the King

I might not have mentioned this before, but I spent most of my senior year of high school with a Holden Caulfield-esque internal monologue running through my head. That was a pretty significant turning point in my life in terms of my view of the world and my place in it. I realized that I was a small part of something larger, and stopped worrying so much about trivial things.

Every so often, Holden makes an appearance (when I need him most) only to slunk off again. I started re-reading Catcher in the Rye this summer hoping to bring him back, but I guess that was too literal. No Holden.

When I woke up this morning, it quickly became apparent that Holden was back. I'm hoping this allows my upcoming posts reach the philosophical calibur achieved last summer and fall (though perhaps without special guest appearances from pain, sadness and existentialism).

Stay tuned.

Gets Me Every Time

1. Lay down for a nap
2. Sun Sets
3. Wake up in the dark
=
WHAT DAY IS IT?

What Would You Do?

If you were walking alongside a river, and and something drifting in the water caught your eye, what would you do...
Would you dive in and grab it...or would the possibility of cold water, jagged rocks and a strong current keep you on shore?
Would you keep walking, with the hope that the thing would eventually drift over to where you are?
Or would you just let the thing float away?


I wish I had a better answer than I don't know, but I don't.

Wish list:

^ This is currently the top item on my wish list.

I'm still sick. As of last night I thought the worst was over, but whatever I have keeps evolving. Last week it was only a sore throat. Over the weekend it turned into a clogged/runny nose, and now it's aches and....slow brain (I know there's a better way to say that, but since I have slow brain I can't think of it).

Today I left work at noon (those 5 hours were painful) because my head was too clogged to handle the higher-level thinking required for my current project. (Even this entry is taking a while. Every time I pause to think about what I want to write, I end up zoning out and starting at a blank spot on the wall. Damn slow brain). I slept for the rest of the day.

Looks like I'll have to keep wishing for that soup, given that my caretaker (ie. me) does not have the energy to change out of her pajamas and drive to the store. It's times like these I realize that being independent is overrated.



Epilogue: 8:03 pm: I found a can of 'Maryland-Style Crab' soup in the top shelf of my pantry that I apparently bought this summer (what was I thinking?). It wasn't good, but it was enough to fuel me for an evening of classic rock and CPA review flash cards (Yay 100.3 for keeping me alert, because the test I'm studying for now is so boring that I've been increasing my procrasti-showers and escape-naps)

Mind Over Matter

I am not sick.
I am not sick.
I am not sick.
I am not sick.
I am not sick.
I am not sick.
I am not sick.
I am not sick.
I am not sick.

Fine, I'll admit it. I'm sick, dammit. (Tangent: why does damn have an 'n' in it, but when it becomes dammit the 'n' disappears? The english language confuses me.)

I guess mind over matter doesn't work when germs are in the picture.

Meanwhile, enjoy the tongue-in-cheek rendition of the male vs. female brain I found while looking for a serious picture of the brain.

Rainy Day, My Way

Listening to music in bed, with my laptop on my stomach and a bowl of oatmeal balanced on my chest.

Perhaps a bit unconventional, but it's working for me.

Another Sleep-Related Question

Is it bad to take Nyquil purely for the purpose of sleeping through the night?

If your answer is "Yes, you will die. DO NOT DO IT!!!!!!!!!" I haven't actually done it yet (so chill out), but I am strongly considering it for tonight.

Sanks. Le management.

Controversial Bedtime Story

This is a real book. I think should buy it and read it to myself before bed.
[Maybe then my brain will get the hint]

Another Song I Like

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY

Has a hint of the Shins (and/or Sting) and a xylophone!

Hello mellow. Happy Friday.




Disclaimer: I didn't watch the video, so watch at your own risk.

Writing Down What I Want To Say Out Loud

Ladies and gentlemen, the following post will not be nice. But it's true:

While checking Facebook earlier today, my news feed informed me that a college friend had posted an album of her and her relatively-new boyfriend on a Caribbean cruise. I like looking at other people's pictures, so I clicked on it.

This girl is not the most beautiful creature to ever walk the planet earth, but I'd consider her among the upper-middle class looks-wise. Boyfriend: ugly. I don't even know where to start, but I couldn't stare at his pictures for more than a few seconds without feeling uncomfortable. Overweight, chinless, bad hair cut, ill-fitting clothes. Let's just say if I spotted him from across the room, I'd only give him a second look to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me.

So, getting around to the purpose of this post- if I were to come across this girl in person, I would sit her down on one knee (grandma style) and say, from the bottom of my heart, "honey, there's nothing wrong with being single."

But now that I've typed it here, I don't have to.

"Sorry I'm not sorry, grand-daughter"

2011, in summary

Today after work, I decided to take a nap before study time (clocking in at 6:15 am can take a toll...). Before I drifted off, I decided to reminisce about this year, as I do at the end of every year.

It was then I realized that 'this' year ended five days ago.

I can think of no better summary of 2011 than the above example.