Pointless

What's the point of a blog no one reads?

Addicted to Buffy

I admit it. In the past couple of weeks I've become addicted to a show I scorned when I was younger. Why do I crave it now 10 years later? Hm... well, besides the fact that I've developed an appreciation for David Boreanaz's broad shoulders... I think it's just taken the place of my usual sedatives of watching TV and escaping to a fictional place in order to avoid real life, real problems, real interactions, and well, reality in general.

I spent last week in Mexico and didn't even think about the fictional characters that had been my company. Instead I enjoyed interacting with team mates, getting up early, striving toward a common goal. It was great! in spite of the strong ammonia smell from the nearby latrines, lack of decent showers, really cold nights on an air mattress, and a team leader who wasn't up to the task. I got incredibly frustrated, smashed my finger with a stapler, burned my nose and parts of my ears to crisps, woke up to throbbing pain in my arms from muscle strain. However, I wouldn't trade last week for anything, except maybe for being back in Chile... We built a house, well, an addition onto a house, and nothing can equal the sense of accomplishment and humility of giving to someone less fortunate than yourself.

Besides the work, what I enjoyed most was getting to know new people, good people. The sad part is that though we all live pretty much in the same town, I know that we won't interact like that again. Why are relationships so hard to develop and maintain as an adult? Daily life doesn't seem condusive to intimacy and I don't mean the romantic kind. What is it that we fear? Or is it just inconvenience? Why don't we realize that convenience is small-minded, boring and unhealthy?

I'm not lost

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
~J.R.R. Tolkien

Messages from Chinese food and Melt-in-your-mouth chocolate

Fortune cookie ribbon: "Brag about your age. Why hide something that is so obvious?"
Hey! I'm not that old! and I've never lied about my age... I don't necessarily brag about it, though...

Dove wrapper: "Believe in those you love."
ok... it's kind of ambiguous... I like the flirtier ones better. Once my yogurt top said, "Go ahead. Tell him you love him." I tried, I really did...

Thoughts come and go

I love to walk, but like anything else, shove aside opportunities to enjoy it in favor of immediate gratification activities.

Last night I walked to the grocery store. And had marvelously inspired thoughts all the way there and back. I was going to write them down when I got home, but I was hungry. So, I turned on the t.v. for background noise and began to cook. I believe I was brainwashed in that time... I don't remember a single complete thought from my walk.

Television is of the devil. Just ask Screwtape.

Useless Saturdays

Saturdays are supposed to be the day I catch up on everything I wasn't able to get done during the week (washing clothes, car, dishes... etc.) I plan to get up early, but end up sleeping in (because I can). Then, I don't feel like being productive (because I was all week).
So, what have I accomplished today? Well, I started cleaning my room (as the piles on my bed attest to) and I wrote this.
Progress.