In Which I Am Alive

I will never understand why the days in which I have the "free" time in which to, y'know, be productive and stuff, tend to be the days where I sit around all day, do absolutely nothing and then feel like a lame bum. Case in point: Today was Sunday. I don't have church until 2. My family has church from 11 until 2. I usually wake up around 10:30 0r 11, leaving me 3 to 4 hours to fill. I usually get realllllly bored. Today I decided to counteract said boredom by drawing up a list of objectives, a "to-do list," if you will. Here it is: 1. Read my scriptures. 2. Make a training plan for my half-marathon. 3. Put my missionary letters in the mailbox (they've been written and sitting on my nightstand for a week). 4. Make cookies for my dad for Father's Day. 5. Write my dad an awesome, artistic card. 6. Balance my checkbook. 7. Get in a good hour of piano practicing. I even woke up at 9:30. That's really early for me! Somehow though, all ...

So some days, there are just so many things I want to quote! So many snippets of joy I want to share! And I lament that I have but one facebook status in which to bless the world with my out of context quotations. So just to get it out of my system, here are the quotes rattling in my head today. "I..um...find it difficult to have opinions around ice cream." Dino Comics "But there's a time and a place, you know? Maybe the best way to build a bright new world is to peel some spuds in this one?" Night Watch by Terry Pratchett "In a world where we all move in curves, he proceeds in a straight line. And going straight in a world of curves makes things happen." Night Watch " People are content to wait a long time for salvation, but prefer dinner to turn up inside an hour ." Night Watch. " I'm not aware of too many things, I know what I know, if you know what I mean." Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians. "'He's probably ...

Every day at work, with shaking knees and pounding heart, I face my nemesis. It is a terrifying beast, complex, powerful and dangerous to boot. I've seen grown men quiver in its stare, and it rules the hosts of the Cannon Center with an iron fist. What is this fiend? It is the Cannon Center juice machine. (Or for the sake of accuracy, the juice machines. I refer to them as a single entity because I'm sure there's some kinda hive-mind thing going on there). Many times have I faced down this demon, and many times have I been defeated. Two weeks ago, I was cleaning the front of one of the machines, when it suddenly began spewing grape juice everywhere. Its power froze me in my tracks, leaving me only enough strength to weakly call, "Claire? I'm gonna need your juice key...." Oh the shame that coursed through my body and soul as I mopped up the carnage left in the monster's wake. I had failed. Three days ago, however, I had the chance to redeem myself. ...