Erg! Today sucks.

Sometimes I have one of those days where everything comes together just right and I feel so great about myself and my place in the universe.  I think, THIS is why I'm alive...THIS is why life is worth it.  But generally, I have the kind of day where little things stress me out, I'm unhappy with relationships in my life and I question what I'm doing and where I am.  That's when I think, life is the most pointless drag.  I'm not about to end it or anything, but sometimes I just don't get what the intent is. 

Imagine, generations down the road...people will still be dicks, people will probably be more selfish than they are today (if that's possible) and people will just get worse.  Ever notice most apocalyptical movies portray the general masses as weak and greedy?  The special characters are always the rare few that still fight for good. 

I read a quote today that said, "Living is a continuous learning process. The world is a fascinating place and the more you find out the more you want to find out." - Patricia Wennerstrom.  What's the freaking point of learning things for the rest of your life?  To die and take those answers underground to share with no one?

No wonder so many religions are big on the afterlife.  How else can you make sense of life?  I'm not trying to get into a religious debate with myself here, but shit son.  If there is no heaven, what's the point?

Avett!!!!

The Avett Brothers put on two AMAZING concerts this week.  They changed up the set list for the second night and still completely rocked my world.  The energy there was fantastic...I can't even describe how great it was.  Definitely an experience everyone should have.  If you don't listen to them, START NOW!!

My brother saw them in Oakland on the 17th and sent me this pic.

The rest of these are pics from my phone.  Not great quality, but still amazing!

"Murder in the City"  A blurry pic, but I kinda like how it turned out!

The rest of it...(pun intended)

I am finally ready to buy a queen size bed.  No more full size bed from Craig's list with a lifeless mattresses set circa 1976.  I put in my time doing internet research and I narrowed my selections down to anything I can afford that isn't firm.  That left plush, pillow top, and euro top.  Having no idea what the real difference is between the plushy mattress toppings, I had to get out there and do some real testing.  The thing about mattress testing is this:  I don't intend to be the solo user of this mattress forever, so I need input!  As I don't yet know my potential bedmate, I did the next best thing...I brought the craziest friends I know.  (Sidenote - when I asked these friends if they wanted to try out mattresses with me...no questions were asked and all readily agreed.  This is obviously a sign of true, non-judgemental friendship.) 

I admit, I was hesitant to just lie there and enjoy the various comforts each bed was supposed to offer.  Fortunately, Chelsey and Angie were there.  They climbed up on every bed we considered.  They tested every sleeping position you would ever use (and every one you wouldn't).  They jumped on them, they spooned on them, and they posed on them.  So, I'm fairly confident that the mattress set I will get is the best option for me, thanks in part to the great salesman, but mostly thanks to the shameless ladies I brought. 

Thanks girls.

Cleveland, I ain't never felt nothin so strong...

I cannot wait until I get to see the Avett Brothers this April.  Curtis just sent around a video link of them on their European tour.  We're all getting antsy in the pantsy to go see them.  I think I'm the only one that hasn't yet.  I know the concerts will be excellent. I just hope I get to hear Salina!

Thanks Google images and whoever posted these for me to see!

Thanks Me, for being Me

A licensee sent me flowers today.  The note says, "For going above and beyond the call of duty.  With sincere gratitude"  How nice is that? 

My room

My inner Sara had a painting day yesterday.  I painted some square canvases to hang in my room, using the colors of my room.  I'm pretty excited about the result.  I have some pics of pink flowers that I took that are mounted in a black frame with white matting that will go on another wall.  I'm so excited about my room!

I think I want to hang these above my bed, but I'm still deciding what headboard to purchase for it.  So far I'm thinking about these.  Some look grey, but they are all black.

 

Arched Faux Suede

Tufted Shantung

Tufted Faux Suede

Faux Suede

My new husband

Jim Brickman, I'm gonna marry you. You can't tell me a man that plays piano with such nimble fingers doesn't know what to do with his hands.

Plus, he isn't ugly!!!!

Oh wait, he's gay, isn't he?

Random Winding and Whining Thoughts

I was thinking about sports. I played ping pong last night and all I wanted to do was take one giant slug at the ball. I didn't care where it went, just as long as it went there fast. I thought, maybe I should get back into tennis. But you have to hit in confined areas and you can't just let go and swing there either. So I considered baseball, but even then, you have to hit it within the bounds of the foul lines. And you can't just stand there and think "I kicked that ball's ass"...you have to hurry and chase NO ONE around in a circle. Even golfing, you have to aim for a tiny little hole or in that general direction.

I realized that there really isn't a sport where you can just go all out and savor the moment. Everything requires control or aim and has guidelines for a specific goal.

Life is a lot like sports. People expect you to play and work within certain bounds and everything you do has some expected goal or outcome. Then, to be successful, you're confined to the boundaries of that goal. Acting outside of the box is rarely welcomed.

Why is success measured by how we work within certain confines?. It is never acceptable to really let loose and go a bit crazy. You're always aiming for something. They call it "goals", but since it doesn't get me what I want right now, I'm calling it an obstacle.

Biblically speaking, since the beginning of time, man and woman were given certain confines in which to live and function. For those not into the biblical origins, you still can't deny that society prefers to operate that way today. Why is it so essential that we have such restrictions and guidelines? From my job I know it just takes one moron to ruin crap for the rest of us. Is that what happened? Was Eve the first moron to ruin things for us? Why did it have to be a woman? If man has dominion...why wasn't he watching her more closely? :)

Arguments with myself

I recently got my hair done. Someone told me the highlights make me look younger. Am I at the age where I need to start trying to look younger? I always try at work to sound more mature and dress more sophisticated, and well...older. My 29th birthday is in 6 days. Am I officially getting old? Is now the time to start buying anti-wrinkle cream? Even worse...am I old enough to be called a spinster? Ugh...thank goodness I'm at least old enough to drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine.