Sometimes You Just Want To Blog

So, I'm sitting here, just thinking and I really have the desire to blog. But I don't know that I have anything exciting, thought provoking, or funny to blog about. As a result, I think you all just get to read some random ramblings from your dear Paily. Here we go.

Life's been pretty crazy lately. Lots of ups, lots of downs. I really do think that I'm having a hint of a quarter-life crisis. (Quarter-life might not be the right terminology, cause I don't know that many people who live till 100. Isn't the average lifespan actually like... 80 or something? That means I'm five years behind. Oh, Blast! Another thing to be behind in.) I'm just feeling some basic unsettled-ness. Not sure what I'm doing, or why I'm here, that type of thing. Oh, I know why I'm "here" as in on the earth. Don't you worry, I haven't forgotten the Plan of Salvation from my missionary days. Just "here" as in, my current location. Still clinging onto my childhood. Not that I want to be a child... I just... am clingy. Maybe I need to invest in a bunch of dryer sheets. Then if I rub them all over my body the cling will disappear. Oh, I like that idea! Wouldn't it be great if all of life's problems could be solved by dryer sheets?

Last Monday I went to a concert. I went with some friends. It was cool. But it was also quite interesting. I was sitting up in the nosebleeds (yeah, I'm cheap) but I also didn't want the expensive "mosh-pit" seats. It was a rock concert after all. I was amazed how many pregnant woman I saw in the mosh-pit. I mean, pregnant ladies deserve to get their groove on as much as the next lady, but in a mosh-pit? That is totally lame-o. Although, they do look kind of funny when they rock out. Not a whole lot of jumping, just the limp chicken arms and a lot of booty shaking.

Sometimes I am totally a girl. You know, the whole over analyze everything ... thing. Currently doing that about a certain thing. Ok, yes about a boy. I know, totally lame. I have a friend who asked me on a date. That's cool. I like dates. But now I'm wondering if he actually wanted to take me on a date, or if he just needed to find a date and knew I would be fun. I've decided that boys need to have a magic 8 ball for a head. So then I could just ask it, "Do you want to date me?" shake his head around a bit, and then know the answer. Dude, I am totally brilliant! That is the best idea ever!

And on a completely unrelated note: I just thought this was funny.

The more I read this post, the more I think I have ADD. Wow. Well that will do for now! Have a great day, yo's!

Pictures From My Birthday Trip

Ok, last time I talk about my birthday. But, L5 put some great pictures on Facebook, and I told some friends that I would show them pictures. Most of them are from the Sidewalk Calk Festival that we went to. People have mad skills. Oh, and the last one is a picture that I took. I was trying to be all artsy. Not sure it happened, but it's kind of fun.

My Favorite Quotes

So... I just turned 25. Random. But I went to a cool place with L5 and L7 and we laughed and had a ton of fun. This post is mostly just for me, but I want to make sure I remember my favorite quotes of my birthday trip. They went something like this:

1. (After waiting for one of us to get in the elevator) "Sorry, I was reading about diarrhea prevention."

2. (While feeding some fish) "Sorry I pummeled you over that pellet, Bob."

3. (Oh no, I don't remember #3. I'll get back to you on that)

But after a fun weekend of Celtic dancing, Side-walk chalk art contests, a severe lack of segways, pictures, and too much food, I'm 25 and life is good.

The Newest Superhero

It's official. I have some mad skills. Skills so great, that I could no longer remain my normal, every-day Paily. I have transformed and become:

You may be wondering how I have attained this alter-ego. Well, if you don't remember, you can see my previous accomplishments with Super Glue here .

Well, People of the Land of Buckets, I have done it again! Before I fixed a jacket, and now, I have fixed my glasses. Right by the hinge. Yes that's right. I can fix things with move-able parts with Super Glue and all moving parts will still be moving after I have completed my task. Stand back in awe!

"Oh, no! I have broken something with moving parts! Whatever shall I do?"

"Have no fear! Super Glue Girl is here!" (Now I just need some theme music.)

And for any of you who are wondering... yes I made that picture. No, the colors don't match. But, I was just working to make the girl look modest. That was quite the feat. Let's not talk about how long it took me. Just enjoy.

Do I Have To?

Dear People of the Land of Buckets,

I'm kind of freaking out again. But this time it's all sorts of internal shmuh. As I result, I am going back to my childhood and being as irresponsible as possible. I'm holding onto the last shred of childhood possible. Because its ending. I need to grow up. I need to be an adult. At least that is what the calender is telling me. This week the calender is yelling at me. "It's time to grow up!" "Stop being childish!" "You will never be young again!" "You're turning 25!"

Ok, lets be honest, 25 isn't "old". I'll save that title for the dear people I love who are 69 and 68. That's old (Love you, Dad and Mom ;) But to me, 25 is also a milestone. It's like the end of your childhood. I mean, I've legally been an adult for 3 years already, but most 21-year-olds are still pretty immature. In my eyes, once you were 25 you needed to be a true adult. Be mature. Know what you are doing with your life. Be all settled down. Wear your hair up in a bun and get that little chain that makes it so you can't lose your glasses. Be almost done with college. Things like that.

These options don't really work for me. I wasn't thinking, and I cut my hair so it's too short to put in a bun. I hate those little chain things. I'm not almost done with real college. I haven't even applied for the school I want to go to for my bachelor's yet. As for being settled down.... Yeah right! HA!

I had a vision of where my life would be when I was 25. I am SO not there. Don't get me wrong, I am very happy with where my life is going, and what I have done. I have had some great experiences. But as my birthday gets closer and closer, I find that I have kind of been holding onto those ideals. Those childhood dreams. I'm pretty sure there is no way that in the next 4 days I can get my bachelors, get married and have at least one child. It's ok that I don't have those things, but it is time to change my dreams. To realize that the old dreams didn't happen, but my life is good. I am happy. I just tend to cling, and then I turn 25 and have a quarter-life crisis. If I were rich, I'd go out and buy some really sweet red car. (Ok, I think that's what men do with their mid-life crisis, but I have no idea what women do so I'm stealing the men's idea. Besides, who doesn't want a really sweet red car? Ok, I don't want red... maybe... silver!)

So, here is the plan. On Friday, I don't care what the calender says. I am turning 23 again. I kind of feel like I missed that year, cause I was on my mission for the whole thing. I didn't do any cool "real-life" things that year. So I'm taking that year back!

Oh, and on a somewhat unrelated note: I like to do strange things to myself on my birthday. At least I have for the past 3 years. And I'm out of ideas. Let me tell you what I've done: Year 22: I dyed my hair red. Year 23: I started waxing my eyebrows (that was a really good idea). Year 24: I got a Henna tattoo. Year 25: ??? I've got nothing.

Any suggestions?

Three Weeks, Three Awkward Scuttle Moments

It's official. I need people to stop trying to set me up. Yes, I'm single. Yes, I'm happy. Yes, I'm about to turn 25. That does not mean that I am doomed for spinsterhood, and I only have 2 weeks to redeem myself. I need a break. What has happened to make me say this? Oh, let me tell you.

In the last 20 days, I have been on two blind dates. The first date was with an old room mate's brother. We went dancing. He doesn't dance. So we made small talk for 2 hours while the other couple we doubled with danced.

Date #2 was with Bob. Now, that technically wasn't a blind date, but for all practical purposes it was. I knew nothing about the guy, except for what he looked like, that he took percussion in the 7th grade, and his name. (For more details about that date, look here.)

At the end of that post, I mentioned that a friend had given a guy my number. That was a week and a half ago. I hadn't heard anything, but I just figured that he didn't want to call a total stranger. I'm cool with that. Well, he called! No. Don't get excited. He called to inform me that he just got a girlfriend so he didn't want to take me on a date. Yep. That's right. I just had a total stranger call me to tell me he didn't want to date me. AWKWARD!!!

That's it. I quit. I just can't handle the lameness.

(Oh, and a side note... for those of you who don't remember a Scuttle is the name for a bucket to carry coal. It's the masculine version of Paily.)

Freedom!! … Oh, Blast. Never mind.

Earlier this week, I was feeling pretty lazy. Yeah, my last post kind of showed that off. Well, one day, I was doing my Visiting Teaching, and talking to my companion and the cute girl we visit about how I like to be lazy, but there are WAY too many meetings. You see, I was in the Relief Society presidency as the secretary. I have loved serving, but man! All those meetings! It has been pretty lame. The good news: and end in sight. My dear RS president is going home for the summer. So, today as I packed up my ginormous bag for church, I realized it would be the last time. I was getting released. WHOO HOO!!

I arrived at church and was going about my business when I was attacked and pushed into a small room. Despite my struggle, I was caught! Then the scary man in the dark suit pushed me under a bright light and started asking me questions. "How are you?" "Have you had a good day?" "Is there anything we can do for you?" They were coming in rapid fire. I could barely keep up. Then he quickly slipped in a most serious question, "Will you serve as the 1st counselor in your RS presidency?" I was caught unaware. I froze, and uttered that ill-fated word: yes.

Ok, so it wasn't really like that. My bishop is a great man, and I didn't feel pressured. This is just a more interesting account.

So, it turns out that my old VT companion is the RS president. As she heard me complaining, she was just laughing. It's true. Heavenly Father does have a sense of humor. Don't get me wrong, I am totally happy to serve, but this means...

MORE MEETINGS!