Fuku

It's the year anniversary of the book club I am in. We were going strong for months and then got a little shaky, lost some members, gained some new ones and now we are back for year number 2. January's book was The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. I really liked it. It was a novel, but there was a lot of historical stuff about that Dominican Republic that I didn't know. There were also many nerd references and Spanish phrases that I didn't understand- yet I still loved the book. It was about a boy named Oscar- a nerdy, fat, Dominican kid that had no luck with the ladies. Oscar blamed a curse (fuku) that had been on his family for generations- the book went into past stories to explain the curse. If you like history or spanish or nerdy references or if you just like to read- read this book.



Our next book is a graphic novel. I have never read one so it should be interesting. We are reading The Watchmen. Since the movie is coming out in March it will be nice to see where it all came from. I like that our book club chooses books I might never read otherwise. I almost always like them (except for that one time someone chose The Wednesday Letters, which is one of the worst books I have ever read only half of).

I wish I could just read all the time- well I am just reading all the time but Social Work Evaluation is less than exciting and not really what I would like to spending my time with.

So I am thinking of going to Florida for spring break. I know what you are thinking- Daytona Beach, MTV's the grind, girls gone wild spring break action. That, however, is NOT what I am thinking. I just want to go see friends I haven't seen in a while and feel the humidity on my skin and sun on my face. I want to relax on the white sands of Siesta Key Beach and READ. I just want to get a little sunburnt and a little sandy and a little sticky from salt water.

I'm sure MTV would love to have a reality show about that.

More cowbell please

Whitney and I went and saw the Utah Grizzlies tonight. It was a big brothers big sisters night and we got in for free. We both refused to wear the T-shirts, but cheered loudly when they announced that BBBSU was there. If you look closely at the picture, the guy behind us (who was not affiliated in any way with BBBSU) was yelling and shaking a cow bell most of the evening. My favorite quote of crazy grizzlies fan man screaming at the opposing team was, "If you didn't have dumb luck you wouldn't have any at all!!!" A truer phrase has not been said in my hockey watching career. There were some crazy fans in wigs and jerseys yelling at the referees, screaming out all the names of the players, plus there were mullets-people are really serious about their hockey. I just wish I could drive the Zamboni.

It was fun.

Then we went to Chili's where I proceeded to cheat on my diet.

Whitney and I figured it out and next month will mark the third year of her being my little and me her big. Man I love that girl. She's funny and spunky and keeps me on my toes.

In celebration of our new president, BE A MENTOR (click here for more info). He is encouraging all to do so and I highly recommend it. It's one of the best things I have ever done.


Plus, sometimes you get to go to free hockey games (bonus).

Things I find unacceptable

There aren't many things I truly hate, but there are some things that I just find unacceptable.

Such as:

1. The price of crappy text books. They are SO boring to read and SO overpriced. You buy a book for $150 in the beginning of the semester and sell it back for $20 for the school to sell it for $100. It is unethical.

2. Drivers for hardware on the computer. I get that this is only a PC thing, but it is SO annoying. I have a printer, but I can't use the printer, because my computer doesn't recognize it, so I have to look on the internet for a driver that I can't find and then I find it and then . . . blah, blah, blah. I should just get a mac.

3. The pressure in my head and the clogging of my ears. I can't hear a damn thing and it's really frustrating.

4. My computer freezing when I am trying to use the gmail webcam and voice chat. What's the point if you have to keep saying "Can you hear me?" "Say that again" "You sound like a robot"?

5. Being sick and not feeling like doing anything and so your house and your life is in total chaos and you can't stand it anymore.

I am devoting this weekend to organization. . . and sleep.

Funk and not the good kind

I am totally in a funk. I AM!!! I can't seem to get myself out of it. It could be that my holiday is now officially over and now I have to start working . . .HARD . . .again. It could be that I have been sick for three days and haven't stopped to rest until today. It could be that I am uncomfortable in my own skin, I gained ten pounds over the past couple of months and I feel it (I am trying this diet thing and have lost 4 so I am feeling better, but still). It could be that I am so so so cold and I just want the sun and some beach and the ocean. It could be that I am broke and living off borrowed money and still trying to live like I have a full time, paid job.

I need to snap out of it. Seriously. I am started to get annoyed with myself.

Cut my hair

Got stuck in the rain. So here is the just a peak of what it looks like.



It looks better not rained on. Oh well.

Song of the heart

It's 2:30am and I am wide awake. I know, it's not very shocking, after all I am an insomniac. I thought I was a recovering insomniac, but apparently I was just able to sleep long enough to be fooled into thinking I was in recovery. So, in the spirit of insomnia, I have done everything I normally do when I can't sleep- internet TV, blog stalking, reading, cleaning, blogging and such.

Wanna know what the "and such" is? Ok, I'll tell you. I was trying to write a song. Bleh.

I have books full of half written poems or wanna be lyrics. Truth is, I play the guitar very poorly- so no help there. I have only ever written one song successfully and that was over 11 years ago at Ricks College. It was a mediocre song at best, but it worked. My short lived band The Mothers of Chachee even sang it at Guitars unplugged. It was about a boy (of course), a boy I had never actually met- unrequited love, that's perfect song material! I have a lot of material, I do- heartbreak, deception, even scandal. If I could write a song, it has the potential of being totally awesome. Things have occurred in my life that are definitely song worthy, I just can't seem to get those things out of my mind and into a song. It's so frustrating.

I have friends that write beautiful songs. I listen to music all day every day and can relate to so many things that have been written and sung. Why can't I do that?

New goal for 2009- write a song. I don't care if it sucks (I have to say that, because most likely it will suck).