I've been thinking, can you "pass" on a relationship due to musical differences? Say a girl is really into country, and its the only thing she listens to, and then guy loves punk rock. If they met, and were perfect together, besides this one thing, is there reason to say, hey, you are an awful person because you listen to country, i can't date you?
Or can you "pass" on dating if they aren't really into movies, but you are? Are these things important enough to determine our fate? Or how do we determine what is so important in a match? Blonde/brunette, smoker/athlete, christian/mormon, burping/farting?
I'm over clemping....this is my topic to discuss....discuss amongst the blog....
Monday, August 29, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
I love my job.
I work at the PFAC. Also known as the Platteville Family Aquatic Center. I'm a lifeguard (second year). And well, the job consists of making sure people don't die and people watching. Which the later is my favorite aspect of the job. Not to mention the stellar tan. But here are a few reasons why I love working at the PFAC.
1. A group of boys the other day were pretending to dunk themselves by grabbing the back of their heads and forcing it under water. They would each blame each other for the dunking. Excect one boy. He was doing the dunking too, except he would shout out things like, "Mrs. Smith (one of the other's mother i'm assuming) stop banging me." "Help. Barbara Streisand is on my shoulders." "Its like Patch Adams, look beyond." Why? Who knows.
2. A woman lays in front of the pool doors and awaits its opening. Why stand when you can lay? She was wearing acid washed, high wasted, tapered jeans with a grey and pink faded sweatshirt that ran over the shoulders. She had a brownish/orange pair of sun glasses that took over her face, and a hat that had the bill as straight as an arrow. Instead of waiting for the pool to open so she can swim, this woman sets up camp next to the deep end to watch the diving boards. Why? Who knows.
3. The group homies grope the 12 and 13 year old girls and ask what PDA is. Then they move onto adjusting their tracking ankle braclets so they can do flips on the diving board. Why? Who knows.
These are just some reasons why the PFAC is the best place to work. Granted to some, they may seem like you'd want to leave that area immeditaly for fear of life, but no, its just the pool rats and their fun ways of being creepy. Ahhh, the PFAC.
1. A group of boys the other day were pretending to dunk themselves by grabbing the back of their heads and forcing it under water. They would each blame each other for the dunking. Excect one boy. He was doing the dunking too, except he would shout out things like, "Mrs. Smith (one of the other's mother i'm assuming) stop banging me." "Help. Barbara Streisand is on my shoulders." "Its like Patch Adams, look beyond." Why? Who knows.
2. A woman lays in front of the pool doors and awaits its opening. Why stand when you can lay? She was wearing acid washed, high wasted, tapered jeans with a grey and pink faded sweatshirt that ran over the shoulders. She had a brownish/orange pair of sun glasses that took over her face, and a hat that had the bill as straight as an arrow. Instead of waiting for the pool to open so she can swim, this woman sets up camp next to the deep end to watch the diving boards. Why? Who knows.
3. The group homies grope the 12 and 13 year old girls and ask what PDA is. Then they move onto adjusting their tracking ankle braclets so they can do flips on the diving board. Why? Who knows.
These are just some reasons why the PFAC is the best place to work. Granted to some, they may seem like you'd want to leave that area immeditaly for fear of life, but no, its just the pool rats and their fun ways of being creepy. Ahhh, the PFAC.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Open mouth, and enter foot.
Open mouth, and enter foot.
Sometimes i put my foot in my mouth. maybe some of you have experienced this too, but when you know you're talking to someone that its kind of important that you're talking, you end up putting your foot in your mouth (figureatively). I mean, you can't find the right words to say, and you aren't allowing yourself to think because your emotions or something else gets in the way. Well, recently this has happened to me.
I came to the moment that i had thought about for a long time. this whole summer i've prayed to receive the words to say at this very moment, and prayed that when the moment comes God would speak to me and help me get out what i needed to say. However, when this moment came, i was numb, dumbfounded, and i'm sure i said the wrong things. I just wish i could take it back, write down what i really wanted to say, and then let the spirit work through me to help the other person understand.
So what does this say about the timing? Was the timing not right? Did I mince words because it wasn't in God's timing, it was on my own? Should i have said anything in the first place? Did i pray about it enough. I mean, i can't go back - what's said is said, and what's done is done, but i just wish i could explain myself more. Ah well....perhaps its for the best this time around. Perhaps we all need to put our feet in the our mouths just so someday we can know when not to.
C'est la vie.
Sometimes i put my foot in my mouth. maybe some of you have experienced this too, but when you know you're talking to someone that its kind of important that you're talking, you end up putting your foot in your mouth (figureatively). I mean, you can't find the right words to say, and you aren't allowing yourself to think because your emotions or something else gets in the way. Well, recently this has happened to me.
I came to the moment that i had thought about for a long time. this whole summer i've prayed to receive the words to say at this very moment, and prayed that when the moment comes God would speak to me and help me get out what i needed to say. However, when this moment came, i was numb, dumbfounded, and i'm sure i said the wrong things. I just wish i could take it back, write down what i really wanted to say, and then let the spirit work through me to help the other person understand.
So what does this say about the timing? Was the timing not right? Did I mince words because it wasn't in God's timing, it was on my own? Should i have said anything in the first place? Did i pray about it enough. I mean, i can't go back - what's said is said, and what's done is done, but i just wish i could explain myself more. Ah well....perhaps its for the best this time around. Perhaps we all need to put our feet in the our mouths just so someday we can know when not to.
C'est la vie.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
I'm New!
This week was a stellar week! I had so many blessings it was great! i got my teeth fixed, which someday soon i will have a picture on of my new chompers, but also, i got a new computer! i got an apple ibook G4. yes, that means i'm better than you. Well, not really, but that's what my brother would say. :] But seriously folks, i got a brand spanking new computer, which means that you have to email me, write on my blog, and do a whole lot more, because i'm going to! Oh, that also means that i got a free, yes FREE, ipod mini, which is also extremely stellar. So, i'm now better than you for real.
Oh, also, we almost got to see Tiffany at the Mall of America. But it turns out that it was a fashion show instead of an 80's icon concert revistited. Darn.
Oh, and soon enough we'll get a deep blog...i'm not feeling too deep this summer, but soon enough i will. And thanks for having conversations on my blog. i enjoy reading them, and it seems i'm not the only blog that gets conversations, sam, john, evan, brandon and spots...what a family.
Oh, also, we almost got to see Tiffany at the Mall of America. But it turns out that it was a fashion show instead of an 80's icon concert revistited. Darn.
Oh, and soon enough we'll get a deep blog...i'm not feeling too deep this summer, but soon enough i will. And thanks for having conversations on my blog. i enjoy reading them, and it seems i'm not the only blog that gets conversations, sam, john, evan, brandon and spots...what a family.
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