I go through dozens of work emails a day and I have to tell you that I think the most irritating punctuation use overkill is the ellipsis.
What is an ellipsis, you ask? It's a series of dots (usually three) that mostly indicates an intentional omission of a word, sentence, or whole section from a text without altering its original meaning.
Depending on how the user is using it, it could also indicate an unfinished thought, a leading statement, a slight pause, or a nervous or awkward silence.
An Aposiopesis refers to when an ellipsis is used in a sentence to deliberately break off or trail off of a sentence. The show an aposiopesis, the user can either add a longer dash,"--" (Don't walk on my lawn again, or else--!), or three dots, "..."
Usually when someone uses the three dots at the end of a sentence, it's to observe a feeling of longing or melancholy. (If only I had a sandwich...)
That being said, how dramatic does a work email have to be to use an ellipsis one or multiple times? Or, if you are the type of person who uses them frequently within a paragraph, are you portraying the topic as an absent-minded aloof idiot or are you omitting several paragraphs you have yet to write because honestly they aren't going to change the subject of the email without their presence.
If you are attempting to email me a list of your unfinished thoughts, you do realize there is a "drafts" folder that will allow you to continue the composition of your email after you've gathered yourself, right?
This isn't an oxford comma, people. This is a completely unnecessary form of punctuation to use in a work email. News article? Definitely. Short story? Of course!
Seriously...
Sometimes I have a little after work with my wine.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
#11/100 - The Villisca Murders
I'm a midwesterner and a lot of people assume I live near farmland and nothing ever happens here. I can be the first to attest that it takes at least a half hour out of town to find some decent farmland, and that to say nothing ever happens here has to be linked to the fact we assume all major events are linked to someone or something famous.
Iowa may not be at the top of the list for “all things happening” but we do have some pretty interesting stories here and there. It’s October, so I'm currently engrossed in Ghost Hunters and horror movies, so I decided to cover this topic before the month is over.
Let’s jump in the Way Back Machine and visit a town called Villisca, IA in June of 1912. It’s located in southwest Iowa and with a population of about 2,500 residents, it was considered a flourishing town. This is mostly contributed to the train depot that saw several dozen trains on a daily basis.
This town, probably not being on any kind of national radar, is now known as the site of unsolved, brutal murders. So much, in fact, that while some of this town’s historic buildings and monuments have been demolished, the house that the murders occurred in still stands firmly to this day and is open to public tourism.
So what happened that fatal night and/or morning that made this small town so famous?
The Moore family consisted of parents Josiah and Sarah and their four children Herman, Mary, Arthur and Paul. This family was well known and well liked throughout the small community. June 9th, 1912, The day before the fatal night, Mary invited her two friends, Ina and Lena, to spend the night at the Moore residence. That evening, The Presbyterian church where the Moore’s attended held their annual Children’s Day Program which Sarah was instrumental in coordinating. The program ended around 9:30pm, where the Moore family and their two overnight guests then proceeded home for the night.
What happened that night is still being investigated and analyzed to this day, and nobody was ever charged with the cruel, ludicrous crimes committed that night.
The Moore’s neighbor, Mary Peckham, became concerned after she noticed the Moore family had remained unnaturally dormant the next morning. Usually they were busy with morning chores and Peckham had grown accustomed to seeing them out and about by 7am. That morning, the house stood eerily quiet. Peckham attempted to rouse the family by knocking on the door, but when nobody answered she discovered the door was locked. When arousal became unsuccessful, she called upon Josiah’s brother, Ross Moore, for help.
Moore joined Peckham with his copy of the house’s key and entered through the parlor. It was when he opened the door to the guest bedroom did he find the two guests, Ina and Lena, bludgeoned to death. The murder weapon, an ax Josiah owned, was in the guest bedroom with them.
Doctor’s at the time concluded that the murders took place between midnight and 5am. The killer, or killers, began in the master bedroom where Josiah and Sarah were sleeping. From there the killer(s) moved into the children’s room and bludgeoned them the same as they had Josiah and Sarah. Lastly, the killer(s) ended their spree in the guest bedroom with the two sisters. It was believed that all of the victims had remained asleep during the attacks, except for Lena. Her body was the only one that had defensive wounds, indicating she had put up a fight.
News traveled quickly, and it’s said that up to a hundred people stopped to gawk at the crime scene before the Villisca National Guard even had a chance to show up. They lost control of the crime scene quickly, and it’s thought that possibly valuable evidence could have been removed or destroyed before it had a chance to be investigated.
The crime scene had some alarming aspects that were noted. As follows, all of the curtains inside the house were drawn that night, except for two. The two windows, which did not have curtains, were covered with clothing belonging to the Moore’s.
After the victims were killed, their faces were covered with their bedclothes.
The axe was found in the guest bedroom and was bloody, but there had been an attempt to rub it clean.
The upswing of the axe had left gouge marks in the ceilings of the parent’s and the children’s rooms.
A plate of uneaten food, as well as a dish full of bloodied water was found on the kitchen table.
All of the doors were locked.
The coroner reported a slab of bacon which weighed nearly 2 pounds was covered in a dish towel and found next to the axe in the guest bedroom.
Because of the time period when the crimes were committed, it could have been possible that even if the crime scene had been secured they still wouldn't have had the technology to solve the crime. There were several suspects investigated in relation to the crimes, and the Reverend George Kelly was even tried twice for the murders, but after a hung jury and an acquittal, all other suspects had been exonerated.
Iowa may not be at the top of the list for “all things happening” but we do have some pretty interesting stories here and there. It’s October, so I'm currently engrossed in Ghost Hunters and horror movies, so I decided to cover this topic before the month is over.
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| The Moore Household |
Let’s jump in the Way Back Machine and visit a town called Villisca, IA in June of 1912. It’s located in southwest Iowa and with a population of about 2,500 residents, it was considered a flourishing town. This is mostly contributed to the train depot that saw several dozen trains on a daily basis.
This town, probably not being on any kind of national radar, is now known as the site of unsolved, brutal murders. So much, in fact, that while some of this town’s historic buildings and monuments have been demolished, the house that the murders occurred in still stands firmly to this day and is open to public tourism.
So what happened that fatal night and/or morning that made this small town so famous?
The Moore family consisted of parents Josiah and Sarah and their four children Herman, Mary, Arthur and Paul. This family was well known and well liked throughout the small community. June 9th, 1912, The day before the fatal night, Mary invited her two friends, Ina and Lena, to spend the night at the Moore residence. That evening, The Presbyterian church where the Moore’s attended held their annual Children’s Day Program which Sarah was instrumental in coordinating. The program ended around 9:30pm, where the Moore family and their two overnight guests then proceeded home for the night.
What happened that night is still being investigated and analyzed to this day, and nobody was ever charged with the cruel, ludicrous crimes committed that night.
The Moore’s neighbor, Mary Peckham, became concerned after she noticed the Moore family had remained unnaturally dormant the next morning. Usually they were busy with morning chores and Peckham had grown accustomed to seeing them out and about by 7am. That morning, the house stood eerily quiet. Peckham attempted to rouse the family by knocking on the door, but when nobody answered she discovered the door was locked. When arousal became unsuccessful, she called upon Josiah’s brother, Ross Moore, for help.
Moore joined Peckham with his copy of the house’s key and entered through the parlor. It was when he opened the door to the guest bedroom did he find the two guests, Ina and Lena, bludgeoned to death. The murder weapon, an ax Josiah owned, was in the guest bedroom with them.
Doctor’s at the time concluded that the murders took place between midnight and 5am. The killer, or killers, began in the master bedroom where Josiah and Sarah were sleeping. From there the killer(s) moved into the children’s room and bludgeoned them the same as they had Josiah and Sarah. Lastly, the killer(s) ended their spree in the guest bedroom with the two sisters. It was believed that all of the victims had remained asleep during the attacks, except for Lena. Her body was the only one that had defensive wounds, indicating she had put up a fight.
News traveled quickly, and it’s said that up to a hundred people stopped to gawk at the crime scene before the Villisca National Guard even had a chance to show up. They lost control of the crime scene quickly, and it’s thought that possibly valuable evidence could have been removed or destroyed before it had a chance to be investigated.
The crime scene had some alarming aspects that were noted. As follows, all of the curtains inside the house were drawn that night, except for two. The two windows, which did not have curtains, were covered with clothing belonging to the Moore’s.
After the victims were killed, their faces were covered with their bedclothes.
The axe was found in the guest bedroom and was bloody, but there had been an attempt to rub it clean.
The upswing of the axe had left gouge marks in the ceilings of the parent’s and the children’s rooms.
A plate of uneaten food, as well as a dish full of bloodied water was found on the kitchen table.
All of the doors were locked.
The coroner reported a slab of bacon which weighed nearly 2 pounds was covered in a dish towel and found next to the axe in the guest bedroom.
Because of the time period when the crimes were committed, it could have been possible that even if the crime scene had been secured they still wouldn't have had the technology to solve the crime. There were several suspects investigated in relation to the crimes, and the Reverend George Kelly was even tried twice for the murders, but after a hung jury and an acquittal, all other suspects had been exonerated.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
#10/100 - Do Not Answer
Today I got a call to my work phone from the same number multiple times.
The number is 913-788-6580
With numbers that do not connect directly to a property I work with, I check the website 800notes.com to see if it's spam. This particular number had a very interesting situation attached to it.
Thanks Bart! I'm glad I didn't answer.
The number is 913-788-6580
With numbers that do not connect directly to a property I work with, I check the website 800notes.com to see if it's spam. This particular number had a very interesting situation attached to it.
Thanks Bart! I'm glad I didn't answer.
Monday, October 27, 2014
#9/100 - Scarecrow Shenanigans
Sunday was an awesome day! It was super nice out, quite possibly the last nice weekend day we have for the Fall.
There was a fun festival going on at our local family museum. My son is super obsessed with this place and we go about once a week. We are currently members, so it's free admission for the year. The festival is called Scarecrow Shenanigans and it's full of tons of Fall and Halloween activities for kids of all ages. You get to wear your costume, do fun science experiments, eat candy, play on the exhibits, and tons of other stuff.
He was totally in character the whole time. Shouting off captain's orders, asking others politely to walk the plank. He even found another little boy his ages dressed up as a pirate and they played for a bit at the museum's park.
All in all, we had a great weekend. Lots of quality time with the boy and doing fun Fall and Halloween activities. I am super excited for trick or treating this week.
There was a fun festival going on at our local family museum. My son is super obsessed with this place and we go about once a week. We are currently members, so it's free admission for the year. The festival is called Scarecrow Shenanigans and it's full of tons of Fall and Halloween activities for kids of all ages. You get to wear your costume, do fun science experiments, eat candy, play on the exhibits, and tons of other stuff.
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| "The Pumpkin Guy" |
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| A captain and his mateys. |
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| "The Dead Horsemen" |
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| What has eight legs and is standing behind you? |
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| "Let's just take a rest real quick," |
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| "The Mad Scientist" |
He was totally in character the whole time. Shouting off captain's orders, asking others politely to walk the plank. He even found another little boy his ages dressed up as a pirate and they played for a bit at the museum's park.
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| Mother-Son Selfie |
All in all, we had a great weekend. Lots of quality time with the boy and doing fun Fall and Halloween activities. I am super excited for trick or treating this week.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
#8/100 - Sunny Day at the Pumpkin Patch
Like all good midwestern families, one of our biggest Halloween traditions is going to a local pumpkin patch. Our favorite is the Pride of the Wapsi. It's located on a family farm in Long Grove, IA and has many attractions for kids of all ages. Attractions include the usual and the unusual, such as petting zoos, train rides, jump houses, to a milking parlor, rubber duck races, and pony rides.
It was a beautiful day yesterday, high of 70 and sunny.
One of the coolest things they had at the pumpkin patch was this giant pillow trampoline thing that Emmett had a blast on.
It was a beautiful day yesterday, high of 70 and sunny.
One of the coolest things they had at the pumpkin patch was this giant pillow trampoline thing that Emmett had a blast on.
Emmett Bounces from Rachael Pracht on Vimeo.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
#7/100 - The Beauty of the Ani Gif
Yesterday just flew by without a thought. I was so busy hours would whizz by before I had a chance to use the restroom. People would try to stop me in the office on my way to the bathroom and I'd just huff loudly and jet by in an attempt to not wet myself.
Either way, here I am! With #7.
Do you ever find an ani gif and think, "This would be a great way to express something!" Then you save it for later, waiting for the moment when you can reply with your clever gif? No? Okay, I guess that's just me.
Either way, here are a few beautiful ani gifs and how to use them cleverly. You're welcome.
When someone asks you if you want to do something and you are enthusiastically IN.
When someone is relentlessly questionining or pestering you and you just want them to move on.
When you've handled just one too many issues today and someone brings you a new one.
When it's 4:45pm at work and you have something super cool planned for after.
When you've just done did told somebody something.
When you either just "can't even" anymore, or when someone's told you something so remarkably idiotic you just shut down.
I hope these come of use to you in the future, if not stay tuned to my colletion of "appalled cat" pictures and how to use them.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
#6/100 - The Silent Twins
Now this is a cool story.
June and Jennifer Gibbons were identical twins who grew up in Haverford, Wales. They were childrens of two West Indian immigrants and were born in Barbados.
They were known as The Silent Twins because they only spoke to each other and select members of their intermediate family.
They were the only black children in their community, so they were ostracized at school. This only encouraged their withdrawal from the outside world. So they began using their own idioglossia (a private or secret language developed and used by very few people), thought to be rooted from cryptophasia (the phenomena of a language developed by twins that only the two children could understand).
Eventually, they spoke to nobody other than each other and their younger sister, Rose. When the twins were 14 years old, they were seen by a succession of therapists in an attempted to get them to communicate with others. When this proved unsuccessful, they were separated and sent to different boarding schools where in the separation of their twin became catatonic and entirely withdrawn.
After the twins were reunited, they were given a pair of diaries as a gift. As a result of finding a love for creative writing, the twins wrote genius short stories. The stories they wrote were unusually full of horror and crime. They attempted to get them published and printed in magazines, but were unsuccessful.
In June's story Pepsi-Cola Addict, the high school hero is seduced by a teacher, then sent away to a reformatory school where a homosexual guard makes a pass at him.
In Jennifer's story The Pugilist, a physician is so eager to save hid child's life he kills the family dog to use it's heart as a transplant for his own child. However, the spirit of the dog lives on in the child and seeks revenge on the father.
It was said that they both wrote in a unique personal style and often used unwittingly amusing word choices.
During a brief stint in crime, including arson, they were committed to Broadmoor Hospital, a high security hospital for mental health patients. They were placed on high doses of antipsychotics where they ended up losing their niche for creative writing and eventually their creativity in general. Jennifer even developed tardive dyskinesia, a neurological disorder resulting in involuntary, repetitive movements.
Apparently the girls had a long time agreement that if one of the twins died, the other should go on leading a normal life. During their stay at Broadmoor, the began to develop the notion that it was absolutely necessary for one of the twins to die. They agreed that one twin had to died in order for the other to live a normal life. After long discussions, they both agreed that Jennifer was meant to die.
They were later transferred from the high security hospital Broadmoor to a more open Caswell Clinic in Bridgend, Wales. On arrival, Jennifer experienced some form of heart failure and could not be roused. She died soon after from acute myocarditis, or sudden inflammation of the heart.
There was no evidence of drugs or poisons. It's said that shortly after the passing of Jennifer, June gave a sigh of great relief, as if a burden had been lifted from her body.
After Jennifer's death, June lived quietly and independently near her parents in West Wales. She no longer required psychiatry services, was accepted by her community and has completely put the past behind her.
I've been listening to a lot of podcasts lately and my favorite ones are about strange phenomena and odd stories about people, places or anything paranormal. I thought this one was simple, yet semi-creepy. Enjoy!
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| The Silent Twins Photo from: http://yattix.com/2013/11/june-and-jennifer-gibbons/ |
June and Jennifer Gibbons were identical twins who grew up in Haverford, Wales. They were childrens of two West Indian immigrants and were born in Barbados.
They were known as The Silent Twins because they only spoke to each other and select members of their intermediate family.
They were the only black children in their community, so they were ostracized at school. This only encouraged their withdrawal from the outside world. So they began using their own idioglossia (a private or secret language developed and used by very few people), thought to be rooted from cryptophasia (the phenomena of a language developed by twins that only the two children could understand).
Eventually, they spoke to nobody other than each other and their younger sister, Rose. When the twins were 14 years old, they were seen by a succession of therapists in an attempted to get them to communicate with others. When this proved unsuccessful, they were separated and sent to different boarding schools where in the separation of their twin became catatonic and entirely withdrawn.
After the twins were reunited, they were given a pair of diaries as a gift. As a result of finding a love for creative writing, the twins wrote genius short stories. The stories they wrote were unusually full of horror and crime. They attempted to get them published and printed in magazines, but were unsuccessful.
In June's story Pepsi-Cola Addict, the high school hero is seduced by a teacher, then sent away to a reformatory school where a homosexual guard makes a pass at him.
In Jennifer's story The Pugilist, a physician is so eager to save hid child's life he kills the family dog to use it's heart as a transplant for his own child. However, the spirit of the dog lives on in the child and seeks revenge on the father.
It was said that they both wrote in a unique personal style and often used unwittingly amusing word choices.
During a brief stint in crime, including arson, they were committed to Broadmoor Hospital, a high security hospital for mental health patients. They were placed on high doses of antipsychotics where they ended up losing their niche for creative writing and eventually their creativity in general. Jennifer even developed tardive dyskinesia, a neurological disorder resulting in involuntary, repetitive movements.
Apparently the girls had a long time agreement that if one of the twins died, the other should go on leading a normal life. During their stay at Broadmoor, the began to develop the notion that it was absolutely necessary for one of the twins to die. They agreed that one twin had to died in order for the other to live a normal life. After long discussions, they both agreed that Jennifer was meant to die.
They were later transferred from the high security hospital Broadmoor to a more open Caswell Clinic in Bridgend, Wales. On arrival, Jennifer experienced some form of heart failure and could not be roused. She died soon after from acute myocarditis, or sudden inflammation of the heart.
There was no evidence of drugs or poisons. It's said that shortly after the passing of Jennifer, June gave a sigh of great relief, as if a burden had been lifted from her body.
After Jennifer's death, June lived quietly and independently near her parents in West Wales. She no longer required psychiatry services, was accepted by her community and has completely put the past behind her.
I've been listening to a lot of podcasts lately and my favorite ones are about strange phenomena and odd stories about people, places or anything paranormal. I thought this one was simple, yet semi-creepy. Enjoy!
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
#5/100 - Emmett's Spooky Art
We've been having a lot of fun lately decorating our house for Halloween. Nothing too crazy, just some pumpkins and spooky pictures Emmett has been drawing me.
He says that we can't decorate the outside of our house because that will invite monsters in. While it should be awful of me to go along with it and not talk him out of his irrational fear - I think it's awesome he has his own theories on life. So, he said we will have to suffice by decorating the house on the inside and he insists he do it himself.
Here are a few of spooky drawings he's made for the walls.
He says that we can't decorate the outside of our house because that will invite monsters in. While it should be awful of me to go along with it and not talk him out of his irrational fear - I think it's awesome he has his own theories on life. So, he said we will have to suffice by decorating the house on the inside and he insists he do it himself.
Here are a few of spooky drawings he's made for the walls.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
#4/100 - The best treadmill workout, ever.
I am currently following a lower mileage training plan for my Spring marathon in April. It deals with quality over quantity and is great for those who have specific goals but want to avoid injury. Basically you are given three workouts a week. A track workout, a tempo run and a long run. They all have very specific pace requirements based on your time goal for your future race. It also calls for about 45-60 minutes of cross training a week.
Finding ways to cross train were harder for me. A lot of my Spring marathon training will be indoors this winter due to possible torrential snow. I wanted to find something that wasn't too far off of what I'm used to already and could do with the equipment I already have at home. Besides yoga, which I do enjoy but have little patience for, the only other piece of (fairly expensive) equipment I own is a treadmill.
After trying several walking/incline workouts I found online, I constructed myself the most beautiful 20-40 minute walking/incline treadmill workout ever. You can do the workout in 10 minute increments if you're having a busy day, or all the way through for the full 40 minutes. If you didn't think walking indoors on a treadmill would allow you to break a sweat, prepare to be amazed.
I created this in a Google Doc that you can view here. I printed out each section and taped them to the top of my treadmill and I do this twice to three times a week.
Happy cross-training! See you guys tomorrow!
Finding ways to cross train were harder for me. A lot of my Spring marathon training will be indoors this winter due to possible torrential snow. I wanted to find something that wasn't too far off of what I'm used to already and could do with the equipment I already have at home. Besides yoga, which I do enjoy but have little patience for, the only other piece of (fairly expensive) equipment I own is a treadmill.
After trying several walking/incline workouts I found online, I constructed myself the most beautiful 20-40 minute walking/incline treadmill workout ever. You can do the workout in 10 minute increments if you're having a busy day, or all the way through for the full 40 minutes. If you didn't think walking indoors on a treadmill would allow you to break a sweat, prepare to be amazed.
I created this in a Google Doc that you can view here. I printed out each section and taped them to the top of my treadmill and I do this twice to three times a week.
Happy cross-training! See you guys tomorrow!
Monday, October 20, 2014
#3/100 - How to spin bad news.
Do you ever get news that just feels like, "ohhh why me" but you made it out in one piece? Any other moment of my life I would have completely thrown the worst tantrum in the world but I'm actually taking this pretty well. What's the secret?
I think the secret to receiving bad news (as long as it's not life threatening) is to remember that not everything will end up the way you want it the first time. Not everything has to be doomsday. Not every time you don't get what you want is it a direct, personal hit towards you.
I think that's the main reaction. People don't get exactly what they planned or hoped for and they assume it's because the world, or God, or someone is completely against them. When did we start blaming third parties for our unhappiness?
I didn't hit my marathon goal time. Was it because God woke up in a not so chipper mood and decided that he didn't want me to have a good day, either? No. It's because I didn't train hard enough. I focused too much on mileage and distance and not enough on speed. I did it to myself. But the glorious thing about the entire situation is I have a reference point. I tried. I errored. I now know exactly what I need to do to make things better for myself next time.
If we all stood back and took a look at what life handed us and decided to turn failure into life lessons we'd stop wondering "what the fuck" everytime we had a bad day. Sometimes it's purely terrible timing, sometimes it's just supposed to be someone else's lucky day and sometimes it's because of something we did or didn't do to properly secure the outcome we wanted. Either way, the best thing about life in general is that we are given second chances. The only problem is not everybody wants to take advantage of that second chance because it will probably require more work to succeed than it did the first time.
But, don't you think that's why you didn't succeed the first time?
Work hard. Accept failure. Then, work harder. If you can put forth 75% of the effort the first time around, you can guarantee you'll find it in yourself to find 100%.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
#2/100 - The running of the clowns.
I swore to myself I wouldn't make this blog entirely about running, but more about my life in general but since a big part of my life is running you're just going to be stuck with the topic every now and then over the next 100 days.
Last night was the second time ever we hired a baby-sitter for my four year old son. He's my one and going to be my only and it terrifies me to some point that I will eventually have to leave him in the care of another human being who may not have the emotional (and financial) commitment that I have to my child. That being said, it's illegal to mistreat people so I think if I find harmless enough, poor and bored college girls around my town that I might have a good chance of finding something who would like their future to remain out of prison and therefore treat my son well. I pity the fool who mistreats my small human.
The best part about this particular baby-sitting experience is that I had to explain ahead of time that I would, one, be in costume and two, be in costume as a creepy clown. I felt the forewarning was going to be my best bet than to just let her show up and see me in all my glory and possibly lose out on what could have potentially been a great baby-sitter/child provider relationship.
So why was I dressed as a clown, you ask? To explain this I must first explain what hashing is. I'm in a hash group. A hash group goes on hash runs. A hash run is kind of like a game of hide and seek with beer. There are two groups. A small group of runners set up a course in town, usually starting at a bar. The second group is the large group of runners who then gives the first small group a head start. The small group is called the "hares' and the large group is called the "hounds." Get it? The hounds chase the trail of the hares. The hash runs are always (almost) themed. The hares mark the trail using flour and specific markings telling you where to go next. Arrows, dots, stars and acronyms lead you to your next desitnation and the goal is simple: find beer.
Now that you know what a hash run is, picture about 30 people. They are dressed up as clowns. They are carrying flash lights and wearing running shoes. They are running through the streets and yelling directions to the other clowns as to where to run next. Their eyes are hungry. They want beer. To the muggle eye (non-hashing folk) it could be quite terrifying to say the least.
So last night I paid someone to watch my son so that my husband could go play drums in one of his bands and so that I could go run with my friends dressed up like clowns. If that doesn't sound like we've figured some kind of balance of life out, than I'm not sure what else a person could do to stay sane.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
#1/100 - A sinking ship full of lemons.
I'm so extremely bad at this. It was just the other day I realized when I lost touch with the written side of myself. It was almost ten years ago now, and that makes me feel both young and old. I'm 26 years old and have far less free time than I did when I was 16, but when I think harder about it maybe I didn't. Being places with people and staying out as late as I possibly could was something I tried far harder at than I do now, and it's completely legal, I have loads more money and I can even buy myself my own booze. Except now I'd rather stay home, which in a sense I'm gaining back all of those hours I used to spend droning miserably with people I barely liked.
The second reason I exclaim I am so extremely bad at this is because I have never completed a challenge. Blogging, fitness, cooking, whatever. I haven't finished a single one. I want to break this streak. I need to break this streak. But how? How can I trust myself not to give up again?
I religiously complete every workout I set for myself at the exact pace and exact distance, but I can't successfully post a photo of an everyday common object and set a filter to it for an entire month? That takes all of, what... thirty seconds? I'm a motivational failure. I'm a creative sinking ship. I'm a writing lemon. Checkmate. Iceberg, not the tip but the impending doom.
Let's consider this #1/100. Wish me luck.
The second reason I exclaim I am so extremely bad at this is because I have never completed a challenge. Blogging, fitness, cooking, whatever. I haven't finished a single one. I want to break this streak. I need to break this streak. But how? How can I trust myself not to give up again?
I religiously complete every workout I set for myself at the exact pace and exact distance, but I can't successfully post a photo of an everyday common object and set a filter to it for an entire month? That takes all of, what... thirty seconds? I'm a motivational failure. I'm a creative sinking ship. I'm a writing lemon. Checkmate. Iceberg, not the tip but the impending doom.
Let's consider this #1/100. Wish me luck.
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