I've come to the realization that I have a terrible memory.
I'm the queen of "out of sight out of mind" and need visual stimulation to remember events that have happened, i.e. pictures and/or a journal entry of it.
However, I don't have either a camera or a journal. This and my private blog are my journals. As every one of you knows, I suck at this blog. Hence, I suck at my other blog too. Journaling has never really been my thing, but I need to make it my thing.
Any advice for someone who is not exactly motivated and doesn't really have the time to write in her journal? I suppose I just need to make it a priority? Screw school.
Let's just have fun. And journal about the fun.
Deal.
So here are the things I remember right now that I need to journal but can't right now because I smell bad and need to shower after my bike ride:
Mountain Biking
Great Basin
Doctor Who Nights
Ward Water party
13 year old BFF
Bike fixing
Surgery
Gramps
Ceramics
Manti Pageant
A special thanks to my dear Lauren, who remembers things from our childhood/California life that I really can't. And who made a blog especially for those things. So I could remember them too.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
OY!
Possible spoilers for Doctor Who fans.
I couldn't tell you what makes me love a show. Absolutely, unforgivably, fall in love with a flipping television show. I'm sure the producers know. I'm sure they're doing it on purpose. But it happens. And this spring, it happened.
I fell in love with the Doctor.
It makes me laugh. It makes me nerdy. It makes my heart ache.
Lets focus on that third one. For any of those who have seen Doctor Who before, I just watched season 4, The Stolen Earth and The Journey's End. And here's where I'm going to write in all capital letters to emphasize my current feelings.
I'M SO SICK OF LOSING THE PEOPLE I/THE DOCTOR LOVE! And its not just death. Oh no. It's not. It's worse. SO MUCH WORSE.
In the event that someone or anyone who reads this blog becomes an author of some shape or form, hear this. If you want people to sob uncontrollably here's the secret recipe: make people love them, then take away the character's memories of it all.
Easy peasy.
Lemon squeezy.
(You could also leave them stranded in a parallel world when they love each other-with absolutely no way of contacting them ever, ever again. Until they show up when the universe is about to end. But that's old news.)
Either way involves heart-wrenching, gut-clenching sobbing. (Especially for a sympathy crier like me.)
So here's to Donna. The most beloved companion. The one I identify with. I've even been told she's a lot like me (Anna). The best. My favorite. I wish it didn't have to end. Especially not this way.
I don't even want to watch The Next Doctor, because even though I love Matt Smith, giving up David Tennant will be even worse than losing Donna.
I promise I won't blog about that one though.
I probably won't even be able to see my computer by the end of it.
Disclaimer: For those persons reading this blog who don't understand, just know this. First of all, its 3am. Second of all, it's the Doctor. Thirdly, stop reading if you don't like what you see. Fourthly: I'm insane.
End of story.
I couldn't tell you what makes me love a show. Absolutely, unforgivably, fall in love with a flipping television show. I'm sure the producers know. I'm sure they're doing it on purpose. But it happens. And this spring, it happened.
I fell in love with the Doctor.
It makes me laugh. It makes me nerdy. It makes my heart ache.
Lets focus on that third one. For any of those who have seen Doctor Who before, I just watched season 4, The Stolen Earth and The Journey's End. And here's where I'm going to write in all capital letters to emphasize my current feelings.
I'M SO SICK OF LOSING THE PEOPLE I/THE DOCTOR LOVE! And its not just death. Oh no. It's not. It's worse. SO MUCH WORSE.
In the event that someone or anyone who reads this blog becomes an author of some shape or form, hear this. If you want people to sob uncontrollably here's the secret recipe: make people love them, then take away the character's memories of it all.
Easy peasy.
Lemon squeezy.
(You could also leave them stranded in a parallel world when they love each other-with absolutely no way of contacting them ever, ever again. Until they show up when the universe is about to end. But that's old news.)
Either way involves heart-wrenching, gut-clenching sobbing. (Especially for a sympathy crier like me.)
So here's to Donna. The most beloved companion. The one I identify with. I've even been told she's a lot like me (Anna). The best. My favorite. I wish it didn't have to end. Especially not this way.
I don't even want to watch The Next Doctor, because even though I love Matt Smith, giving up David Tennant will be even worse than losing Donna.
I promise I won't blog about that one though.
I probably won't even be able to see my computer by the end of it.
Disclaimer: For those persons reading this blog who don't understand, just know this. First of all, its 3am. Second of all, it's the Doctor. Thirdly, stop reading if you don't like what you see. Fourthly: I'm insane.
End of story.
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