Quiet People

I hear alot about "quiet people" and I'm not really feeling the love here. Hey! Everybody! I'm a quite a quiet person! I dont like to yell over people or talk endlessly all the flippin time.

Today in a meeting, we discussed different ways to help the "quiet people" (like they had a disease or some sort of disability) get more of a social experience.

Now I am not saying that us quiet people are super social. We arent. In fact compared to the social crowd were actually pretty unsocial. But thats not to say that we never have any social contact with the world aight? I mean I think that you social people just force your social situations on us because you dont understand why we arent being social in the first place. We maybe happen to like...ya know...we might feel accepted and comfortable with our selves...even if we arent the center of a circle of people. Just listening to others. Feel their ideas and roll them around our minds and look for their merit. We might be just making our own opinions about what we are thinking about. If we think they're are worth sharing with another person or group then if you all social people would shut your yappers a second we'd prolly spout em out. But you guys insist on insisting we have a problem.

I dont think we have a problem. I think we're just fine. I think we are just great! I dont want to say that having a social life is bad, in fact if youre picking that up then youre not getting the point. The point is that their is a gray area between too much talk and too much silence. I personally lean toward the silent side.

Yeah and it IS definitively harder to talk to a quiet person. But HELLO that doesnt mean you cant communicate with them. They just communicate differently! Like I just met this chill guy named Sam in one of my classes a week or two ago. He's pretty quiet! He doesnt have to talk alot to feel like he's communicating. He says what he means and you can figure out the rest. ( prolly the opposite of what im doing) He's nice and helpful but if youre looking for an extensive conversation about something you are in the wrong place. He takes his time with what hes going to say. With him there is no reason to rush the words out of his mouth. He takes time to consider a question and then considers it twice. Alot of people just rush out with a disconcerted "Whaaat?" before their brain even has a chance to process the words. They just say "Whaaat?" to let you know that they realize they are being spoken to.

Another example. I met a girl named Holly, she was pretty awesome. She didnt have to have a tornado of a conversation. She was kind of quiet and cool. It was kind of like she was a little disconnected, but it was very refreshing. To just be able to be yourself and go your own speed. You can relax! Some girls are just in...yo!....face! You get question after question and you feel like its just a speed interview.

In conclusion, their should be more people that think before firing off the "Whaaat?". People should relax and say what they mean. You can use less words, its not a crime. Think. Its good for you, you dont always just need to react.

I hope somebody feels a little less inclined to bash on the quiet people from now on.

Wow, you just read that!,

Taylor

In

Dreams

Its a sunday morning. Also happens to be fast sunday, which means that i am not eating breakfast today and will therefore have time to give birth to a little literature.

My dream last night was pretty intense. Or at least one of them was. There were a couple that were not worth mentioning at all, like the one where i got a new alarm clock that looked exactly like carters (roommate) except i put mine closer to my face. So that when i woke up in the morning i didnt have to peer around the bunk bed and squint to get a good look of what time it was. Pretty exciting eh?

But the dream i had before i woke up was the real slim shady, it was almost a nightmare id say. It wasnt scary in the dream but it got real scary right before i woke up, as the part of my brain that translates whats really going on starts to kick in.

DaLynn and I are both needing to get somewhere. The semester has ended and we both need to go home. But we are not at provo utah anymore. We are somewhere on the east coast of the united states and we need to be on the west side of the US. A car is too expensive and so is a plane or any other mode of travel except basically hiking. So we put our hiking clothes on and start to walk. Only the US is no longer populated with towns and cities along the way, there are no people anywhere, and the entire landscape has turned into a dry arid desert. We have with us 3 water bottles and lunch for the journey. So after walking all day, i ask DaLynn how long it is going to take us to get to where we are going? She says its a 3 day hike across a desert the size of the atlantic ocean. I think that this is where my rational brain starts waking up because i start to realize we are totally screwed. We are now 1 day into a brutal trek across a harsh landscape and have no food to last us all the way there, we dont really even know what trail were supposed to be on, and we're not in the right clothes too. So then i start having hallucinations of DaLynn getting bit by a rattlesnake and me sucking the poison out and putting a turnekit (how the heck to spell turnqkit?) on her leg. We dont have a cell phone, or cell phone service (i dont know how i figured that out) so i have to basically carry her 2 days across the desert.

So while I am freaking out about being totally screwed, i realize i should have just shelled out the dough for a plane ticket. Anyways as i am contemplating my demise i kind of wake up and realize its a dream. The end

Its not the craziest dream ive had, or you have had probably right? But it was one of the freakier ones to wake up to especially when you realize you arent getting breakfast today. I guess i could tell that dream about me and my siblings being the power rangers but then again id rather go peruse facebook than keep writing.

I cant believe you actually read this,

Taylor

Much more to do about nothing much

So as I sit here on the brink of a brilliant blog posting I wonder what this post will be about. Im just waiting for inspiration here. What about a blog about nothing? Sounds boring doesnt it? But yet youre still reading it arent you? Still reading huh? When are you gonna stop? I mean seriously youre having a conversation with a former phantom of myself. I dont even do that.
But now on to the topic of this blog, which mentioned before was going to be nothing. Think about it. Does nothing exist? Or is nothing the only thing which exists? I once heard from a brilliant friend of mine that 90% of all of our reality is actually nothing. He was saying that 90% of everything that we know and feel and touch on a daily basis, including our very bodies, is empty space. I think that he was talking about atoms and how their is a small compact nucleus made up of protons and neutrons with even smaller electrons orbiting the nucleus. So inside the electron shell was only a tiny tiny nucleus. Imagine a pro league football stadium being the entire atom, the nucleus would be the size of a marble at the center of the field. There by most of our world is empty space right? Well i conclude that first I dont know, and second that may be wrong. If an object can be broken down into pieces all the way to the atom and its parts, then why cannot an atom be broken down even further? What if we found out that the proton was actually a sphere with little rabbits floating around inside it. But, the rabbits only took up about 80 percent of the space inside the proton? And what if we divided those rabbits and found that they as well were made up of empty space too? And if we divide up all of these small pieces into smaller and smaller parts then eventually as we take the limit of this function as it approaches infinity then conclusively the answer would be zero. How does that make you feel? Kinda funky i bet. Honestly i cant believe youre still reading this but Hey!, who am I to judge on what kind of literature you read right?
So how is that possible that our entire world is made up of nothing at all. How can that even be possible? Well the electron has mass and acts as a wave and a particle, how is that possible? Now I'm not saying that you should take my word for it because that would be just plain dumb. Im just saying that according to the logic that i just played out in my head for like 15 minutes while I was writing this blog, is what I came up with. Im not saying I believe it or even understand what I'm saying I'm saying I'm not believing I'm just saying, why not? Although it is a little wierd and doesnt make a whole ton of sense when compared to anything else that is not this blog post.
Now I am changing the topic of this blog post. Kind of like a double header for those of you still reading. (I cant believe I said "those", thereby implying more than one person would read all this in one sitting and not click on something else in their web browser infinitely more entertaining, but if you ARE still reading this then Thanks. That makes me feel good I guess.) My new topic for rambling OH! I mean "blogging" is...those wierd people that just make you feel uncomfortable. I came a little late to a lecture class today and picked a seat next to this guy that just made me feel uncomfortable to put it in the least buzz word I can find. He smelled something like rotten cauliflower and grime, and he had large pink and dark red bumps on his face. Now I realize that I am judging this guy unfairly. He was polite and was curteous in his actions to me and the guy on his other side. But MAN he was WIERD! How does he live with himself? NO! that was mean, I feel bad for him. That could just as easily have been me in his shoes. Without access to a shower and having a flesh eating skin disease. I would appreciate people trying to be friendly and act normal around me.
Alright, Ive got to wrap this up real fast. But! same goes for girls! And... that is another blogpost.
Until you read again.

A word of peace

To whome it may concern:
As it has become company policy to maintain the secrecy of who and how these posts affect other people this post will be no different. Although unlike many of these blog posts only one of the recent ones has become compromised. In result of this compromisation of a blog post another one (this one) is required to set the record straight.
None of these blog posts is to be taken seriously at any time unless the situation requires it of course. Except maybe this one is one exception to that rule although it seems i have snapped that absolute already several times (again). So the reason for my authoring this particular piece of literature is because i have offended a great human being. A human being whose gender shall be protected as well as her name. (haha that was a joke, it might be a guy you never know okay?) But this is an apology in the form of a blog post. I cannot say for sure if this particular being ever will choose to follow the link from a certain social networking website that leads to this particular bloggish website but if that scenario ever occurs i would be glad if it ended with that someone reading this post and realizing that i have given the matter much thought, and ended with the conclusion that i was wrong. Wronger than i had thought i would be. Much more wronger than my grammer at present. And I am sorry. How rude of me to put such a thing on a public website. Who am I to harshly misrepresent and judge others? No one. I feel bad about it. My perceptions are my perceptions, how i saw the situation may still be how i see the situation, i may not have changed my mind a ton about how it should have went down you see but thats not what was wrong. Thats how i am raised. I still like how i was raised, i still think it was right. You were raised with different ideas and think that they were right. Ya know does it matter whose is more right? Can one of them be more right? It may be like photons. Both wave and particle characteristics may be needed to better illustrate the situation because the situation may really be beyond any of ours control. So why did i even worry about it? Should have let it go.
My B. Dont let this put another fatal crack in the lamp of this sorry relationship.
This blog post has run its course. If in the scenario prescribed above the human being this is written for scans the changing eyes over the black and white symbols do not fear, this is not a drill. Yeah nevermind, its got to end and its getting a little too abstract to hold onto. Farewell and be well. So let it be written so let it be done.

College Kitchen Blunder

2 weeks after i made a great pizza i went back into my spacious pantry to retrieve my jar of spaghetti sauce to make another pizza. Lo and behold my jar was bloated and the bottom was pushed out due to the inside pressure of the container. Upon further inspection i noticed small white dots on the inside of the the jar. Mold. Fungus. Whatever. So it went bad. My spaghetti sauce went bad. Dang it. I then chucked the jar in the trash can. After inquiring about this matter to several roommates i now know that spaghetti sauce is supposed to be refrigerated after opening. Who knew? I didnt. So i ended up using Carter's very very meaty sauce on our pizza. It was pretty good. Not like freaking amazing but it was aight ya know? So i threw it in the trash on a saturday 2 weeks after it was initially opened and the next day, sunday, we came home from church and what you see in the picture is what we got. Somehow the pressure had increased until it had blown the spaghetti sauce all over our humble apartment. Like a spaghetti powered rocket, the jar knocked over the trashcan and ended up in the adjacent room.

My theory is that now our apartment is covered with small spore like bacteria that infest all of our perishable food. Anything that is opened and left out goes bad in like 3 days its crazy. So most everything goes into the fridge now. Support to my hypothesis is that my grapefruit juice that ive left out is now bloated. I accidentally grabbed it and was thirsty so i just wrenched the lid off, the air hissed out loudly, and i swallowed a gulp. It tasted exactly like the smell of the rotten spaghetti sauce. Wierd. So we've left the grapefruit juice in the corner of the kitchen and are waiting for it also to explode. Alex and I are interested in the potential of this phenomenon as way to prank people and want to bring this down to a science where we can predict the time of ignition for the food. Just good future engineers I think.

Get in the car

life is about doing, experience does come with a price. so what if you fail? now you know where a limit is. You didnt before. How come you can justify not acting when you dont know where it can lead. Potential is there. What happens is up to you. You decide what you do, and how it defines you.

Where is the justice in the world? No action in the face of danger is fine and dandy. Was fine and dandy. That was before you started affecting me! Please. Why is it okay for you to mess up my plans. I'm not talking to all of you that had an excuse. Even if it was a lame excuse. Yours wasnt really an excuse at all more of a different plan you decided to persue in the face of adversity. Not really even persue persay. More like running away. But for you that straight up said you wouldnt go because it might be hard. Okay. Really? In the face of a trial i will sacrifice others to protect my own. Arent i great person? No, that doesnt make you a great person. In fact its a pretty unattractive quality in a person if you ask me. Both boys and girls, although im not talking about any specific guys right now. So at least maybe you had fun at the game though right? Well there you go, tell me about the game in 2 years. Try. Just try. Im listening and not caring. I cared a little when it was happening. Less after it ended. In two years it wont matter to very many people on the planet less alone me. If it matters to you in 2 years then i guess you made the last choice after all. Give me a break. I feel like i could use one. I just wanted to do something i would'nt regret and i didnt get the opportunity.

Your excuses held no purchase in my soul you currently next to abominable human being. Man up next time. Which next time you will plan bc i will not pursue a course which directly leads me back to that same circumstance. You made me feel bad. Without judging you i feel like you have made a poor decision. Right.

Wharehouse Citizens

I work at a warehouse behind my old highschool, yes i know i just spelled it differently than i did in the title but thats just because i dont really know how to spell it, and lots of people work there that i would have never met in this life and prolly never would have imagined existed before but now i know them and all their...umm differences. Richard, i wont use last names just in case it can be traced and somebody finds out what i wrote about them and stuff, but Richard is this really old, well not really old, like early 60's late 50's old ya know? and hes one of the coolest peoople probably ever to be born to this planet. hes a spurs fan and hes also been at the warehouse so long that nobody knows what his job is anymore so he just kind of works in chips or wherever he wants to, like maybe push a cart around for a while and just avoid the supervisors or something but nobody care because everybody loves this guy! although i am kind of worried about him and think hes going a little crazy bc ben heard him asking the chip boxes how they were doing that day and he just seems a little wierd lately. he also runs his own painting gig.
Speaking of crazies, there is crazy bob, hes almost as old as rich and hes short, like 5 foot maybe. very stocky build, balding sandy brown hair, and wears coke bottle glasses some of the time. Case 1- bob looks out the window during one breaktime and we ask him what hes doing? he answers hes just looking at the world and proceeds to stare out the window, hes not just looking out the window hes more like peeking out the window holding the blinds up ya know what i mean? who does that? if you ever meet him ask him about the time he met a bear and tried to get back in the tent and ripped off the zipper! flipping hilarious
Next is Mi-K e, i spelled it like that just in case he searches the internet for his name and i dont want him to find me especially! im pretty sure he is a russian spy and uses the warehouse as his dayjob. hes 6'5" and i really cant tell what ethnicity really, his nose has been broken more times than hes years old from all the barfights and bc his brothers a pro boxer. which im kind of scetchy about. you see i dont really trust what he says... he wears black all the time from his shoes to his hat. funny story- i ripped his hat off once about 2 years ago and he has a bald spot. you wouldnt guess that bc he has long black hair kind of like a mullet or something, but he does have a bald spot. please dont spread this around and now i may make this blog private just so he doesnt find out, but anyways he then lunged for me and his hat, so i hastily stumbled backward trying to avoid the deranged russian assassin and lacerated myself on the conveyor belt and threw the hat at him. he growled at me, yes growled thats how i remember it when replaying it in my head anyways, and walked off obviously pissed off like no other. so now im pretty sure im on his list and i dont know how long i have left but it cant be long, hes prolly jsut waiting till im 18 i bet and then he'll try and make it look like an accident. but hes cool though. very quiet and reserved most of the time but i think hes a pretty decent guy.
I could go on about all the freaks that get stuck in this place like Don, oh don, now theres a story but i am about done writing so maybe some other time.