I was lucky enough to have a couple of stoner friends in a few of my science classes in high school. I say that only because the stoner kids I knew were always very nice, pretty smart, and fun to goof off with in class while still getting good grades. Don't do drugs kids!
Anyhoo, despite having a couple of stoner kids for friends I was a pretty uptight dude back then. There was this one time we were working on a project and a girl came in with a note for something or other. I can't remember how the conversation started but, to be mischievous and obnoxious, one of the friends called loudly when she walked by "hey this guy thinks your cute!". Being the uptight dude I was I needlessly denied the accusation vehemently. I say "needless" because it was obvious he was just messing around and, really, nobody cared.
But the truth is, I did think was cute. And I let that random girl who I thought was cute leave the room, and leave my life forever.
And that is the story of how I didn't meet your mother.
Here's a story I might have told you before.
A short text messaging conversation between me and Bobby, who is coming over to edit some film with me:
]]>What have you been putting off doing?
Submitted by BeautifullyBroken.
I love it when the QotD is perfectly aligned with the reason I wanted to make a post.
It's time for unthinking, immediate action people. It's time to make a mess of things and then destroy it. It's time to bring dejunkification to a close.
While my dejunkification project may have started only a year or so ago, in spirit it's been a battle nearing a decade. It all started on the last day of my freshman year of high school. I got tired of having to take care of my dusty, gross carpet so I tore it out. That started a "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" chain of events that ends NOW. Well not "now" now. I'm at work.
Why the sudden desire to deviate from my carefully paced plan? My sister and I moved out of our parent's storage (that sounds so pathetic when you look at it in context) and got our own much smaller storage room. We barely, baaaarreely managed to fit everything it. The pool table didn't help and I apologize for that. It's amazing how compact you can make a pool table...
Anyhoo, seeing a good bulk of my possessions, after already being whittled down greatly, jammed into a tiny space makes me want to whittle it down even more. Like a semi-obsessive session of grating cheese. Sure I have enough grated cheese on the plate, but it's just so facinating to see the block of chedder slowly shrink and transform into a stringy pile. Equal parts destructiveness and creation.
It just seems to me that the farther I go the easier it is.
ALSO my mom and sister threw away my favorite Christmas decoration ever. It was a little wooden featurless reindeer that went together in parts and I loved it. Sure it was kind of broken, but I still loved it. Seeing that tossed aside so carelessly has thrown me into a severe depression DEPRESSION I SAY and I no longer care for anything I own.
sniff. poor reindeer.
The backstory:
A while back some Mormon Missionaries were asking around for me. They talked to Bobby who felt they were being a tad standoffish, but told them where I usually was and said I wasn't working at the moment. A little odd. That was a while ago and I haven't heard anything since.
Since today.
They came back and found me at the desk. I actually needed to go work on something at the time so I was preparing a list of polite replies that would end the conversation quickly and amiably. There was a mischievous voice in the back of my head telling me "Lie! Lie! It will be hilarious, lie!" but as usual I ignored it.
Missionaries: "Are you Seth?"
Seth: "No."
Wait what did I just do?!
Missionaries: "Oh...do you know where he is?"
Seth: "I dunno. He might be in later."
And then they left.
I TOLD THEM I WASN'T WHO I AM.
So is this hilarious? Yeah it is. Was this a horribly wrong thing to do? Yeah it was. Mostly I'm curious as to why they know me and what they wanted. My theory is they're friends or know of my friend Eric, who is on his own mission at the moment. If so I'm sure we can all laugh about this later. Or they'll think I'm a jerkface. Either way.
If, on the other hand, they came here for the purpose of converting me, well then it's a little inappropriate to do so in my workplace. ALSO they could have been Russian spies. You need to keep that in mind.
But that's just my opinion. What do you guys think? Am I going to hell, or did I merely give into instict?
At the very least it does make a good story to tell the grandkids.
ALSO! I have to give credit to Nicole for sitting next to me the entire time and keeping a straight face. I guess we've been working together long enough to know how to react when one of us does something crazy like lie to a missionary. She's got my back.
I think I've had a breakthrough with some of my current problems. When I got home from work I noticed my room is a mess.
]]>If you could only eat ONE cereal for the rest of your life, which one would you pick?
If I was thinking about survival, it would probably be some Kashi deal. But in all honesty I'd pick Cinnamon Toast Crunch and never look back.
And I want you all to know so you can hold me to it.
I had half a mind to announce an indefinite Vox hiatus. Not because I'm going on a hiatus, but it would be more official than just never posting except to talk about how I'm not posting anything.
I think instead I'll just not post anything unless I feel like posting something.
Good news: Today I feel like posting something.
Bad news: It's one of those "I'm only posting to make a checkpoint record of my current state so I can read about it years later"
Right now life is swaying between "terrible" and "pretty good", depending on what's on my mind at the moment. But I neither feel in a doldrums and my motivation is actually not completely horrible.
I even started working out again. I had planned on not starting again until next week, when the work on our bathrooms will be done. But there's always some excuse to not start today, be it arm surgery, sweltering heat or forgetting how to open the front door.
So when today was yesterday, I went for it. If only I could be so spontaneously decisive in other areas of my life. But progress is progress.
Speaking of progress, I finished my Adobe Classroom in a Book book on Phtoshop! Spent a long, difficult week with it. And haven't started any of the other Classroom books since.
I also haven't done anything about getting a 2nd part time or a single full-time job aside from casually looking once in a while. Current research has proven that there's like, no jobs out there. Someone should alert the news.
Dejunkification is going along splendedly. I've realized that so far I've yet to get rid of anything and regret it. Most of it I'd probably forget if I didn't take pictures. This leads me to the theory that I probably could have just gotten rid of 90% of everything I own on that first day. But even if that was possible, it would have been exhausting, both mentally and physically. The psychological impact would have been astounding, of course, but I'd much rather get rid of everything I own a little bit at a time than fail at trying to kill it all at once. My sister and I are getting our own smaller storage. When I can see everything I own in one place it will be easier to know what I need to keep.
Aaaaaaand that's all you get today.
Sorry.