Instant Grat

Yes, I have another post about motorists- they may just be the thing that angers me most (and I'm really not an angry person, mind you). Yesterday was beautiful so I went for a bike ride on a trail near my house. For once I went without my iPod and it was a nice change to hear nature instead of music in my ears. The trail crosses a couple of roads, one major, the other just petty little roads (who needs 'em). I come up to the road and this sign is VERY clearly posted for the drivers to see Now what part of STATE LAW do you not understand? I stood and waited with my bike for 5 cars to pass before a nice, law-abiding driver stopped for me which I promptly waved to thank them for such a nice gesture. I get if someone's just coming up to the crosswalk and the driver's a too little close for them to slam on their brakes to stop for; But when someone's just standing there waiting to cross the road for a while, stop already! That's just rude. Especially for runners.

So as some of you may know, I'm currently job searching, which turns out to be IMPOSSIBLE. I've come across other 20 somethings who are looking for work, most of them just getting out of college. Good luck!! I've been here in Maryland since January searching for my career around DC. It's almost May and guess how many interviews I've had...you guessed it! 0. None. Zip. Zilch. I've even had to go through THREE interviews for a waitressing job. Yes, you heard me. 3. I'm still waiting on that third interview. I'm hoping that the managers are waiting until they have a large enough group to go through training and that's why I haven't had a call... I would like to know what kind of sick joke the universe is playing on me. Saturday afternoon I get a voicemail from some lady about coming in for an interview. There are a few things wrong with this proposal: 1. What kinda 9-5 job calls on a Saturday afternoon before Easter to talk work? 2. She said

I didn’t hear what u were saying I was busy playing my game I got a Wii for my birthday A Playstation game again so don't you dare bother me bout to go on a shopping spree If you cared for me, you would shop for me You would spoil me make me royalty And it’s not my fault, ’cause I most deserve What’s coming now, so don’t flip the bird Toys R Us - bikes and trains and planes and awesome video games I don’t wanna grow up no more Wanna grow up - it is no fun 6 foot bears cotton candy heads and puffy princess beds I don’t wanna grow up no more Wanna grow up- it is no fun My lifelong dream is to meet Sir Geoffrey His neck and spots are just plain sexy And when he looks into the T.V. It gives me tingles just to see His toys are all around me Feel the need to get more toys If you cared for me, you would shop for me You would spoil me make me royalty And it’s not my fault, ’cause I most deserve What’s coming now, so don’t flip the bird Toys R Us - bikes an

So this is the second day I'm stuck in bed. Yesterday, I'm feeling a little less than motivated to do some physical activity, but I chalked that up to the obvious. Around 1pm I start noticing a slight sore throat, and by 3pm I'm on the couch napping next to Mango. It was as if I'd been hit by a truck, literally. My body ached, my throat was even more sore, and I felt like I had a fever. I proceed to waste the night in bed. Fast forward to this morning, rinse (actually I'm not gonna lie, I didn't shower) and repeat. So it's the next night and this is still me...

Why can't meeting new people be like surfing blogs? I think that would be so much easier! Above their heads is a little button that says "Next Person" you can press when you realize they aren't for you. When I was in high school, I used to take people not wanting to hang around me personally. Obviously, that is a legitimate concern, as sometimes it is personal. But other times, I'm learning as I grow up, you just don't have the same interests, and that's it. In high school, I'd think 'What did I say wrong? How could I have done this better? Why don't they want to hang out with me?' When in reality, they probably weren't into Backstreet Boys and Colorguard and hence, we didn't have much to talk about. Blogs: There are SO many different topics out there that people are devoted to. But when I come across, say, a gardening blog, I'm not going to follow it. The woman in the cute ladybug hat and the big green thumb might be the

The smell of rain is in the air, and I'm pretty sure I just heard the slight rumblings of thunder. My 4.5 month pup Mango has never experienced a full-fledged thunderstorm with us yet, so I hope that she's not too frightened if that happens. It's great weather to sit near the deck door listening to the rain, write my music review and apply for jobs. Though I am feeling sort of productive today. I cleaned up the kitchen and plan on making salad and jambalaya (one of my favorites!) in a little while. (You can see how worried Pickles and Mango are about the storm) Let's talk a little about personal hygiene shall we? I was at the gym the other day at the pool. Along the sides of the pool there are lounge chairs in which people lie around on. I thought it was kind of funny at first, as it's an indoor pool, but I guess it could be kind of relaxing. Anyway, there was a guy on a lounge chair shaving his face with a Bic razor. What? I could've sworn that wasn't

So I just installed this super cool widget I saw on someone else's blog that tracks where the people who view your blog are from! (Don't remind me that only 2 people read this regularly right now, one being me. That's irrelevant.) Anyway, today I went on a cleaning frenzy. Spring time is here, the birds are chirping, the sun is shin-...actually today it looked more like this outside: but I digress. I needed to organize! I spent hours going through my closet and dresser drawers. Do I really have 40 t-shirts? Why yes, yes I do. But the problem is I can't get rid of any of them. Some I got as gifts, or hold memories (I still have my 5th grade t-shirt with signatures on it), most serve as fabulous gym t-shirts, I have concert T's, ones from various cities I've been to...the only thing I can do is wait until they're worn out to toss 'em. I kinda want this one... I usually go into these moods where I need to organize everything. I get Glamour magazine

Growing up, my family could never keep a dog. By that I mean we would adopt a dog from the shelter, dog would be expected to be trained already, dog wasn't, and left alone, our house would look like this when we returned: dog would be returned to shelter or given away, usually after I'd had enough time to get attached. In turn, I'd always wanted a dog. But I still couldn't seem to acquire one. I lived at school, I lived in an apartment that didn't allow dogs, blah blah. I tried to fill my void of doggage with smaller animals: Thumper Budgie Muffin Not to downplay my furry and feathery companions, but they just didn't have the same kind of interaction I craved. I'm allergic to cats. I'd never considered myself a "cat person," but desperate times called for desperate measures. Even though my current apartment didn't accept non-caged animals, I figured the landlord RARELY came around, and a coworker's barn cat had just had

Where the heck has good music gone? This conversation topic comes up a lot with me lately, but it's tough because at the same time I'm complaining, I'm still listening to the crap on the radio and singing along with it. I think I've talked about this before on here, but it was more geared towards music today versus 60's music. Now I just want to address music in general. When I heard Adele "Rolling In The Deep" on the radio, I stopped in my tracks. Boy, does that girl have some pipes on her! Her music has soul, feeling, you can hear that she puts her heart into it. After her song ended, Kesha came on. Why is Kesha popular? Supposedly she broke into a popular artist's house and pursued what she wanted. But what exactly did she want? Three fourths of her singles have been about going to the club, getting trashed, sleeping in cars, and flirting with guys with beards. Catchy? Sure. Good? That is to be determined. Black Eyed Peas. What's up with

Exercise: In 300 words or less, write a scene in which one or more characters demonstrate traits like "nice" or "loving" or "wicked" or "pitiful" or any other characteristic through their actions. Make us know the characters through what they say or do, rather than through vague descriptive words. “I’m just worried about getting too attached.” Gravel jumped out of the way as Bryce skidded into the parking spot outside the bar. Cait opened her door to a muddy puddle. She jumped over it and splashed dirty water on her jeans in the process. She caught up with Bryce who was walking ahead of her into the restaurant. His shoes were dry. I just need to figure out if this is the right thing for me, without other people affecting my decision.” Cait stared at the glass of water the hostess had brought over, flipping her ice cubes over with the end of her straw. “But…” “But nothing. I just need to put some space in between us until I figure thi

BandCrashers.com is using breakthrough technology to bring concerts into your home for at the very least, the price of a pack of gum. In the latest case, it was to see punk rock Apocalypse Radio, a band from Utah comprised of some truly fabulous musicians. More than a decade ago, friends Brian Patchett and Branden Steineckert started recording their songs on an 8-track, developing their love of punk, rock & roll and having a good time.Today their efforts have culminated into an awesome band with entertaining shows. Joining the guys on stage last night was Atom Willard from Angels & Airwaves on drums and Drew Hamnett of The Trademark on bass. Patchett shows his skill on vocals, guitar, and mandolin. Steineckert is currently the drummer for Rancid and former drummer for The Used, but is on vocals and guitar for AR. (Continue)

Now a family man with four kids, Keith Driskill has been playing guitar since he was just ten years old and his album A Time of Innocence shows it; he knows his stuff. Born and raised in Kentucky, he later lived in Louisiana and Seattle before ultimately rooting himself in Utah. The combination of Driskill’s acoustic finger style technique and the absence of vocals assists the listener in reaching a certain serene and introspective state. The ethereal quality allows room for contemplation, and as Driskill intended, the music is there “to deepen us and awaken us to a consciousness above the mundane routines of life.” Keep Reading

Fallon Cush’s self-titled album is a seamlessly polished sound that anyone with the ability to hear will likely dub as a great record. Recorded in Sydney, Australia and mastered at the infamous Abbey Road Studios, the group’s efforts culminated into the album within just seven days. With Steve Smith at the forefront, well-known Australian musicians keyboardist Scott Aplin, guitarist Matt Galvin, bassist Bill Gibson, and drummers Josh Schuberth and Bert Thomson come together to make Fallon Cush. Plain and simple, this album is one to be in the col lection of......