Stalkability

Isn't it interesting how easy it is to stalk people these days?

You want to find out how people are doing? Just look on Facebook. On Facebook you can find their blog. On their blog you can know what they are thinking about. You can learn all about a person without every having to talk to them.

And that person would never know. Freaky.

Probably someone is stalking me right now, reading this blog, without me ever knowing. You know who you are...

I once had a professor say "that which is closest is furthest away and that which is furthest away is closest."

So true.

I Quit

When it comes to dating...I quit.

No more of the typical make-myself-go-to-a-social-activity, where I have to meet guys and try and be social.

No more going-on-a-date-and-realizing-I'm-not-interested and the whole trying-to-be-honest-but-not-wanting-to-hurt-someone

No more dang-it-you're-really-wonderful-but-you're-not-the-right-one-for-me.

Oh, and definitely no more of the I'm-really-interested-in-you, but I-just-realized-you're-not-interested-in-me.

No more nights of thinking, "Wow, why am I not on a date?"
No more nights of thinking, "Wow, why am I on this date?"

Two words. I QUIT.

Black Heels and an Unfortunate Descent

There I was—in a little black dress and tall black heels.

Walking down the steps of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. Serene. Graceful. Elegant.

And then—a heel slid across the polished white marble.

The rollercoaster began. Down I tumbled, legs tangled, arms flailing. And I found myself still sliding down those sleek steps, on my back, wondering when the ride was going to stop.

Well it did—and there I was sprawled across the steps. It wasn’t terribly ungraceful; I mean if you have to slide down a bunch of stairs on your back, I probably did it pretty well. Right?

“Are you okay?” my friend said as she hurriedly tried to pick me up in time to prevent me from receiving further embarrassment as another person rounded the stairway.

I picked myself up and continued on the few stairs left. One of the docents of the building was sitting at the bottom, trying to ignore the fact that I just made a complete fool of myself and allow me to retain my dignity.

But there was no chance of that.

At least I learned something. Completely invaluable. Want to take the speedy route down the stairs? All you have to do is wear heels…

My Vote

People ask if I voted.
Of course I voted.

I voted for Mickie Mouse as president, Minnie Mouse as vice-president.
Because of this, there is no need for Washington D.C. Instead we will have two headquarters--one in Disneyworld in Florida and the other in Disneyland in California.

It may also surprise you that I voted for an increase in taxes. As we increase taxes, the price of Disneyland will go down as the government subsidizes the entrance fee. The food at Disneyland will also be available to all people instead of for the selective few who can afford to buy an extremely overpriced hamburger.

Happiness would abound. I'm not quite sure what abound means...but it definitely would. Music would play from the streets and all the world would become just like Main Street, U.S.A. Everyone would be happy and would sing "M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E."

Seriously, people, you want Obama when you could have Mickie?!