Monday, 28 April 2008
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Babbling
Remember when I accidentally filled my car with diesel? That was one hell of a blonde moment. I think about that every time I get gas.
I can't believe gas prices these days. Hey, that would make a good conversation starter. Everyone is likely to agree with you if you said that, and that's how you make friends: by being agreeable. Finding common ground. Or finding a common denominator, if you will.
That reminds me, I have to take a math quiz some time between now and nine a.m. I'll either do it at the crack of midnight or some time in the morning. Right now is out of the question.
I went from wanting to be a psychologist, to a hair dresser, to a graphic designer in a matter of weeks. The graphic design idea has stuck for a couple days now, so that's promising. But who knows what I might come upon tomorrow.
Wishy-washy? Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. I am sometimes, but not all the time. Then when I am, it's usually justified, except when it's not.
Anyway, my summer is all set to go. I'm taking large format photography (second time's a charm) and math 96. Words cannot express how much I hate math. I don't hate it because it's extremely difficult, because I don't think it is. I'm no math genius but I can solve an algebraic equation without too much strain.
I hate it because it requires zero amount of creativity. There is always just one right answer and no more than a couple ways to arrive at that answer. It's unalterable. Rigid. Static. Boring.
I know a girl who is getting married and she's only nineteen. This sounds young to most people, but in Mormon time, nineteen is ripe age for marriage. If you're Mormon, you have to add at least ten years to your age. So me being twenty-one and single is the same as me being thirty-one and single. That's how it feels, anyway.
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