What if...

What if this is true? Quick! Someone invent a cat mind reader thingy! Then again, they would probably just say something like, "Get it off, get it off, GET IT OFF BEFORE I DIE!!!" And they would never actually share the secrets to life with us anyways, so there's no point. Never mind, geniuses of the world, just stick to trying to cure cancer.

May the Force be with...

This made me smile, so now it makes you smile too!


On another note, today I discovered that one (only one) of the public transit buses in San Luis Obispo is not like the others. Oh no, one of the buses is not the same. And of course I would notice. Most of the buses are bilingual and their seat covers have a pattern of red and blue alternating bars (just the thing to liven up those boring ol' gray interiors!). But this one particular bus is a rebel. It has rainbow bars (it's a fashion statement), and it has only English signs. I began to wonder about the implications of this and what sort of statement the transit people were trying to make, but then I got bored and ruminated on how much I feel sorry for the poor person who had to design the pattern on those seats.


Also, at the bus stop, there was a homeless man with a DVD player. And a bunch of sketchy guys talking about something very seriously, but I don't know what because they always dropped their voices right as they mentioned whatever it was. I was very disappointed, I wanted to know what the "stupid bitch" had done to mess up everything.

This is Living

I went to the kitchen to get my cherry pie (which my boyfriend kindly bought for me as a surprise) from the fridge. I ignored the dishes stacked in the drying rack like a terrible game of Jenga gone wrong, the white counters that are covered in appliances, food, towels and crumbs, the pile of cardboard boxes stacked to the ceiling, and opened the fridge. My pie was not where it had been, it was hidden behind the Arizona Iced Tea bottles, which were hidden behind the numerous root beer bottles, which were on behind the mayonnaise, which were on top of the tortillas. When I had happily eaten another piece of my pie I placed it back where I found it.
Living with five guys really makes a girl feel good about her own habits.

The Definition of Fun

After everyone moved to SLO to begin school we all went to farmers market. We spent hours in a coffee shop called Kruezburg, CA, our favorite place. We were there until nearly midnight playing chess and scrabble, having the time of our lives and laughing so hard we were hoarse by the end of the night. Next to us was a group of people who were also laughing, but it was because they were getting drunk. Walking back to the car I saw so many people around our age flooding the bars, or leaving them. It made me happy to know that my group's idea of a good time didn't involve alcohol. We weren't stumbling home and we can actually remember how much fun we had.

I saw a sea of sunflowers and it made me smile. (Alliteration FTW!)

Remember

Ten years ago today I walked out into the kitchen to get my lunch ready for what I thought would be a normal day in fourth grade. But as I looked up at the small TV sitting on the counter I saw two buildings I didn't recognize with smoke coming out of them. I watched as suddenly the towers fell in on themselves as if they had been made of toothpicks. Everyone was scared and upset. I didn't understand why.
It wasn't until I got to school that I began to learn the true nature of what had happened. They told us there were people in those buildings, many of which had died when the planes had crashed into them. I couldn't understand why anyone would fly a plane into a building full of people. All I new was that the people who did were called terrorists, and that they were bad people.
I grew up in a world after 9/11, and I will always remember that day. Even if we learn to forgive, we must never forget.

Two-Faced

I love oleander, because it is both beautiful and dangerous. It’s flowers smell sweet and entice you with their simple colors, while the leaves are poisonous if ingested. No one is perfect.