Therapy

As of late, I don't have a lot to say. This is for a number of different reasons, none of which I feel compelled to publicly divulge in this blog post. I've been seeing less and less of my friends and missing the ones who are far away more and more. I don't like spending time alone with my self all of the time - my mind is a complex mine field anymore. I'll just be nonchalantly contemplating to myself and then BLAM my mind psychologically bombs itself...or something like that. So whatever you do, don't stand in the direct path of my ears, you might catch some shrapnel.

Anywho. Music is my escape, my therapist. It is the only thing I've ever found thats been 100% reliable throughout my life. When everything else fails, I can without a doubt count on music. For that, I'm thankful beyond the bounds of reasonability. I literally would most likely go crazy without it. It's how I start my day, how I end the day, and how I smooth out all the wrinkles in between.

I recently discovered Sol's music on the College Of Music. (Which, if you like hip-hop it's worth checking out from time to time.) I need to get more than just this album Yours Truly, because I love it. He's very honest and expressive and I dig it. Another rapper from Seattle who kicks ass.

Florence + The Machine is also another relatively new artist to me and honestly this woman's vocals blow me away. Accompanied with ridiculously powerful instrumental support, I'm pretty sure this band is going to take over the world. When I work with the truck team in the mornings, I start my 6 a.m. day with Cosmic Love. This is probably the only "love" song I can tolerate at this point in time, and its so bad ass it just wouldn't be right if I didn't start my day with it.

Yes, I know I've already posted this one. Yes, I know you've already watched it once before and read while I raved about it. I don't care. Michael Larsen aka Eyedea has inspired me a great deal in the short time I've been listening to his music. It saddens me that an artist like him is no longer with us. He explores his own painful struggles in his music - schizophrenia, drug addiction, loss. He died young, but sounds wise beyond his years in his music. Eyedea and Abilities produced master pieces. Master pieces that remind listeners every day to see the positive and smile. Darn kids and their hip-hop music.

I have been rocking out to this album since the impressionable age of 14. Say Anything is my Nirvana. The anger, vulgarity, and brutal honesty that comes from Max Bemis's can be matched by very few. Seeing the band grow through all of their albums has been awesome and they only get better. Admit It.. will always be one of my favorites, a song that is to never be skipped.

There ya go. A little taste of my daily regimen.

It would be a crime...

Today, just an ordinary Thursday, turned out to be probably the best day of the week. I say this fully aware that there are still two whole days left in the week, that's how awesome today was. All because of one thing, too. A sandwich. Today was awesome, and then became filled with more awesome all because of one free six inch sub sandwich. It was as if fate brought me to Target to speak with one of my bosses just so that sandwich could become a part of my day. It would be a crime to decline that sort of sandwich destiny.

So for the readers, just know, if you find yourself in a situation where you are offered a free (edible) sandwich, don't ask what kind it is, don't turn it down, all you have to do is say thank you. That sandwich is about to take your day and fill it with awesome.

Whipped.

As I'm perusing through Pinterest this very day, I came across an image of a very clever bathroom sign design. The design consisted of one toilet with the seat up and one with the seat down. Seat up had an M imposed on it and the seat down had a W appropriately for men and women. To me this made perfect sense and was ingenious, but what shocked me was what I found in the comments below the image.  Two women had commented suggesting that those signs wouldn't suit their homes because they make their husbands sit. Wait, what?

How the hell would one even go about forcing a man to sit on the can rather than stand to pee? Why would that even be big enough of an issue that he would have to be made to sit down? Does he have the aim of a four year old? Or is she just a controlling you know what? Aside from that, how would a wife/girlfriend/slave-driver even know for sure if he's sitting down? Does she watch him pee? Are there cameras installed in the toilet paper holder? Maybe she just took some liquid nails and glued the seat down. Either way, even I was offended by this idea. How demeaning is that in a relationship to control how a person urinates. She probably counts out how many squares of TP he can use, too.

Tell me what you think. Do you agree? Or do you see legitimate justification in this sort of thing?

Cabin Fever

I do not like the winter. It's possible that I used to when I was much younger, but now it only irritates me. I feel so closed in and cooped up. It's driving me absolutely mad!

That might be taking it a smidge to far. However, this winter does me feeling as though there's this need to get out, get up, and do something. So it only makes sense that there's loads of snow on the ground and the average temperature when I'm not working is near zero.

More often than not I embrace my introvert-ness, but this season its like a personal lock-up. I can't handle it anymore. I need to do something, go out, make some noise, paint the town red, or anything that will help to break this cabin fever that's been plaguing me.

Impatience = Antithesis of Virtue

As any true American I often find myself lacking patience. American's desire to have everything and anything they could possibly need/want in an instant has forever changed the world. Now, whether or not that change is for the better is not the direction in which I'm heading with this post.

In reflection of the last few days I've found myself wondering if growing irritated when a friend takes more than four minutes to make it out to my car is a good thing. (Yes, I'm so impatient that I watched how long it took.) I was in no rush. Does that make my irritability irrational? More than likely the answer to that question is yes. I really wish for my hair to be a great deal longer, and I know this will take time for my hair to grow. Does this matter to my lack of patience? Not a whole lot. In my mind it should be long and it should be long right now, dammit. This impatience generally results in a growing desire to cut my hair, which is exactly the opposite of what I'm trying to accomplish. 

We Americans have forgotten that the principles that apply to our greasy and fast burgers and fries do not apply to life. I don't see this being corrected any time soon on a societal level, so the best I can do is work on a more patient me.

An Issue of Great Importance

Some of the most entertaining conversation I have on a regular basis is found while I'm at work. When I work closing hours I often find myself working in the soft lines (clothing) end of the store with a couple other team members. Generally those who work on that half of the store are women. We start the zone around five and get done between 10 and 11. With five to six hours of time together, as you can imagine, once the conversation gets going it can get pretty entertaining. I have begun to grow concerned, however. Every time we're discussing our favorite celebrity eyecandy when I mention Ryan Gosling I hear at least one "Who is that?" These women will thoroughly discuss Taylor whatshisface from that Twilight blaspheme, but they don't know who Ryan Gosling is?

Now, for the underprivileged, I've added a lovely photo (click it, it gets bigger!) of Mr. Ryan Gosling himself. It's actually a post from Feminist Ryan Gosling, a blog that I discovered this past October and have been checking regularly since. I am literally disappointed whenever I check for something new and find only old posts. The posts all consist of feminist theory (or just plain ole' funny) flashcards adorned with this sexy piece of man chicken. Werewolves and vampires ain't got nothin' on Ryan Gosling. 

Pinning My Day Away

Right now I really should be looking for my wallet. A couple days ago I became suspicious that it may be MIA, and last night it was confirmed. However, I don't have to be at work until five and was really looking forward to relaxing for a good part of the day. So why stress myself out searching for my wallet? I'll do it in a little bit.

I've been working on getting out of bed and relocating to the living room where the Xbox is. Mr. Lappy top has been distracting me. It's noon and I have yet to leave my bed. (Don't mistake this for complaining. It's not.) The first order of business was to catch up on the past weeks worth of Girls With Slingshots comic strips. Next in line - Pinterest. For those of you who may not know of Pinterest, let me tell you it is awesome!  I would explain it, but I really think you must check it out. Simply put, its a site that allows you to categorize and collect the things you love/enjoy/whatever visually in one place. Once I log in I'm usually sitting down for a little while. It's difficult to part with sometimes. I've added a link to Pinterest to the list on the right titled "Places I Frequent."

It's winter break and as usual I have a list of stuff I would like to accomplish, but on days like today I piddle away time on Pinterest without remorse. It has yet to get old or do me wrong so I don't see why I shouldn't waste time pinning. Take a look, peruse around, see what ya think. You never know, you might like it.