No Good

Last night, as I was unable to sleep, I finished reading this book called The Messenger by Jan Burke around 4:30 a.m. It was supposed to be a horror novel. It was not. Even late at night and all alone it didn't even give me a slight chill. And while I don't scare often or easily, I should have at least gotten a moment of at least thinking that this was creepy. But I did not. And the passionate sex scene that I kept getting teased with never appeared. Disappointing book indeed. Entertaining and easy which is what I was in the mood for, but the characters were very underdeveloped and the plot extremely predictable. Even the moments of foreshadowing were completely predictable. No shadowing, just giving away the ending. I doubt I will be reading anything else by her.

We Haven't Lost It Yet

While I was sitting on the couch texting and staring at some show I wasn't really watching, I found myself thinking about how different people text. Even with all the little abbreviations and weird universal things that people use, individual voices still manage to blare through. Even if, for some reason, you were unable to see who your text was from, you would be able to tell who it was from. It made me happy to realize that text hasn't wiped out individuality like the "experts" are trying to tell us. Especially since people seem to be much more open and truthful in text. Which can be good or bad, but either way I enjoy it :). I then realized that I was sitting there analyzing not only my text messages but the concept of texting itself. I should have been ashamed. Should have been. I also should probably be ashamed that my first post in over a week is about texting. Maybe I should try this shame thing out. Might be good experience points. Or maybe I should go read a book or something so I have something intelligent to blog about.

Those Crazy Emotions and Cows Reiterated

There was a point in my life where I posted a post about emotions and cows. However, I didn't feel I had properly gotten my point across, so I deleted it before anyone (except Aubry) could read it. This even caused one of you to yell at me. So, I am giving it another go. I feel if I give the backstory as to what made me think all of this, it may make more sense. A little bit ago I randomly started cyber-stalking an old friend that I hadn't seen or talked to in quite some time. And by stalk I mean I just looked at their online profiles to see what had been going on in their life. This guy used to be a pretty good friend and I had a big thing for him, but we hadn't even spoken in about two years, despite being Myspace and Facebook "friends." Anyway, while I was sitting there reading about him going to school and getting football scholarships (as was highly expected) and about his girlfriend of quite a time, the weirdest thing happened. I felt actual jealousy for a moment. I don't feel jealousy often and when I do it is more of a Sad-I-Don't-Like-That Twinge. This wasn't that. It was the more sharp pang with a knot-in-the-stomach feeling. It passed quickly and didn't repeat in even a mild form, but it was weird. I knew I had fond memories of the kid but didn't know I even really felt any emotion towards him, and I probably don't. Anyway, the point was that it got me thinking about how weird emotions are, especially the negative ones. They seem to sneak up on us. And they can seem overpowering. They usually are much more sharp and immediate than happy ones, but they also recede much more quickly. Now, I'm not talking about the deep hurts that come back and eat at your soul regularly, but of those flashes of jealousy and anger and sadness and hurt. I find that I don't feel the negative emotions nearly as much as the positive ones, but when I do they always leave me feeling very lost. People just don't question positive ones. They are happy and don't need to remedy it. Yeah, I still feel like my thoughts aren't at all fluid, but I have typed too much to waste it. So, I will move onto the cows. I don't remember what led me to the thought that cows are weird, but I still maintain that they are. What with the mooing and the milk and the freaky-ass eyelashes. Weird.