And stories were always new.

I generally am not opposed to motorcycles, but sometimes I drive along side them (like I did today) and become annoyed. I get off of work around 5:30pm each day, and driving southbound on Lawrence is extremely hectic and crazy at that time. While stopped at a red light (or a green light...sometimes I can't tell...it's traffic) some guy on a motorcycle drove his way up to the front of the line. I can certainly understand the benefits to this, and would probably want to do so myself if I drove a motorcycle. But it just seems so terribly unsafe for both parties. What is someone is trying to switch lanes, and accidentally hits the motorcyclist? I didn't witness anything close to that today, but I just wondered if there's just a universally acknowledged rule that because they are one person on a tiny vehicle that they get to jeopardize people's safety. On the other hand, sitting in traffic sucks, especially when you could perfectly well squeeze between cars. I know I'm beginning to argue with myself, but I was just wondering if it's even LEGAL to do what I just described. After all, they're riding the line between two lanes, not really being in either.

This topic isn't that intriguing, but it's probably the most thrilling thing that's happened to me today, which is pretty depressing. Work today was not as stressful as usual (since we watched Monster's Inc. (not Ratatouille; we voted and it lost by 3 votes)), but it wasn't without its work. My voice is extremely tired from speaking loudly during camp, and I think I might be getting a sore throat. It's better than it was a couple hours ago, though. And I had some Teavana tea I found stashed away in my kitchen. So that was good.

The other day I wrote that I wasn't sure what to post here. The only drawback to writing about daily occurrences is that friends read this. While it's fine for friends that I don't really see on occasion, it makes conversations die sometimes when hanging out with people I do see often. Because we post so much of ourselves online, I already know the story someone is about to tell me. In most cases it's not really a problem, but it just makes me pine for the days where you had to call your best friend on a land line and chat for an hour about how your day was until your ear is red and sore and uncomfortable. And stories were always new.

The other thing to blog about - rants and angst and feelings - seem sometimes not appropriate for the internet. Especially because the people you want to talk about read this, and just writing vague statements only leads to questions. And then I feel like I'm in middle school, and I really hope I've matured past those days.

So internet, I leave you now, having accomplished nothing with this day or with this blog post.

I should really go to bed.

I would like to write here more often, but I'm not entirely sure what to put. Do I include tidbits about general happenings of my day? Is this the place to rant about the world or moan like an angsty teenager? The only problem with both of these is that my life is generally unexciting, and is mostly just copies of the day before it. I wake up. I go to work. I come home. Sometimes I hang out with people, but mostly I just wander around my house in my pajamas, spend way too long on facebook, and essentially turn restlessness into staying up way to late. Lather, rinse, and repeat.

However, I suppose tonight was an exception. I ventured to Santa Cruz with the gang to see honeymoon play, arriving just in time to not miss anything. Except for the bit where we were forced to stand FOR NO REASON by some (boozed up?) woman, it was a delightful outing. (Okay, maybe not forced, but I didn't know if she worked there or what, and just did what she told me to. Am I too passive?) And we ate crepes. I was hoping for a desert crepe (like nutella!) but apparently they don't have them. (Inconceivable! Also, slightly stupid.) Regardless, what I ate was delicious.

And so, besides that, my life has been pretty unexciting. I have few goals for the summer, but the most important one seems on its path to being fulfilled. I'm counting down the days until camp is over (12!), even though going to work gives me A) a paycheck, and B) some sort of schedule and (C)?) purpose to my day.

I like parentheses.
Goodnight.

NO.

I like how my schedule has completely changed. Instead of waking up in the morning and starting my day off with breakfast, I wake up and have lunch, finishing the day breakfast instead. I just had some waffles.

ANYWAYS.

I had a pretty wonderful weekend. Magic Garage, Jason Robert Brown. Today was filled with sleeping in, shopping, Pluto's, and Inception. All around solid weekend.

Only three more weeks left of work! Not that I'm counting down the days or anything...

SO MANY KINDS OF AWESOME

These past two days have been wonderful.

Last night Alex and I went to The Magic Garage. We didn't know what to expect of the evening, and went with open minds. AND IT WAS SO COOL. We got drinks, mingled, and watched many different magicians. It was definitely a new experience, and I enjoyed every second.

Alex spent the night, though we didn't sleep much because I am stupid. And then we got up (at 1...), showered, ate, picked up Alea, and drove to San Mateo for Jason Robert Brown's master class. JRB is an excellent coach, and I learned so many things from watching him work with people. We got some Red Robin, and went back for the concert. Not only is he adorable, witty, funny, and clever, he is a boss piano player, performer, and song writer. I am so glad we decided to go today, even if we didn't really know what we are getting ourselves into.

Also, he responded to me on twitter, which made me all kinds of giddy and excited.

I think I'll go buy "Wearing Someone Else's Clothes" now...

:D

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What am I doing with my life?

I am bored.

I sit here in my dark room, curtain drawn open (and window closed; it's cold outside) on a perfectly fine summer night. Simply put, I don't know what to do with myself. I've already played piano for a bit, already read a bit of HP #2. What do people DO?! I have no idea.

This morning was eventful; I had to get up early to meet with a lawyer because I'm being sued for a ridiculous accident that happened TWO YEARS ago. After I met with him I did random things like clean my room and go running and take a shower and get ready for work. And then I went to work. Today we had the fewest number of participants we had all summer -- 16! Although the city would like us to be at maximum capacity (36), having a staff to kid ratio of less than 6 is SO NICE. Today was actually pretty fun. We played red rover, which reminded me of elementary school, and made a silly putty type thing (we called it "goo"... because it's Ooey Gooey week) for arts and crafts. I also taught some of the kids how to make an origami box thing, which was sort of fail for some of the kids. Oh well. It was a pleasant day. And eventually, it was over!

And I came home and did NOTHING. I don't understand how these things work. I don't understand where my time goes. I don't get home until around 5:45, but I still have the entire evening! I'm even tempted to text friends, but I don't even know what we would do. It's pretty late, so any attempt to hang out with someone seems kind of pointless. And I wouldn't know what to do.

This blog post is so pointless, but it killed time, so I'm okay with it.