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.