As promised . . . dumbing down this blog
Did anybody catch The Office on Thursday? If any of you don't think it's the funniest show on television you should be tested for mental illness. Seriously, it's incredible.
Granted, Thursday's epidsode was a little on the awkward side, but still very funny. I was with a crowd of people I don't know that well, and I wasn't sure at times whether it was ok to laugh. So I watched it again last night and just let it all out. I'm a little concerned that the writers will drag out parts of the story line all season without getting anywhere, but I must increase in my faith of these people. They have entertained me for two seasons, and I must trust them once again.
I'm also going to be watching Studio 60 tonight . . . that may become one of my favorites. We'll see
Interesting non-administrative note
Well, well, well. I turn my back on this blog for a few seconds and BOOM - you're all writing endlessly about a bunch of books I've never heard of (ok - I've heard of
some of them) and arguing about what words mean. It's ok - I understand that this community has a lot of deep thinkers in it. Your brains just aren't satisfied without turmoil and the intense struggle of humanity.
Well, mine is.
My brain doesn't like struggles -- I'm all about avoiding intense struggles. I'm starting to run on some mornings (it's a type of physical exercise I'm not so crazy about) and that's enough "struggle" for me. Honestly, it's my own fault that the IQ of this blog has skyrocketed. I should have been here sooner to dumb things down and lead people to their respective corners of the ring. And I'm sorry.
I
will say that reading your comments warms my heart. To those posting most recently--Nicole, Ana Maria, Missy, Chelsey, and Zack--just reading your thoughts fills my head with such great memories. I am not a person who lives in the past by any means . . . but when I think of you guys, it really does make me happy. I have a lot of good memories of folks who lived in C#10, but I feel blessed that you five are among the ones who continue to write.
Lindsay and I were talking today about throwing a party when I graduate from law school in the spring, and I just haven't been excited about it -- primarily because I don't have a lot of friends that I connect with very well around here to celebrate with. I
do remember having a great time with you all - and you are people it would be wonderful to celebrate with. It's unfortunate you live in such weird places (and by "weird" I mean places other than Chapel Hill, NC). Maybe I'll try to convince Lindsay to do a "celebration tour" and we'll do some stop-ins.
Ana Maria first taught me that people are generally divided into 4 categories of personalities based on which Beatle they are most like (or something like that). I, of course, am a Paul. I am a persistent optimist, and I don't even like reading sad stories or watching movies where really bad things happen (I also sing a mean version of "I'm Down," even when I'm actually really happy). But even being the "smiley" person that I am, I'm also kind of tender-hearted. Reading some comments and feeling people's frustration, anger or sadness -- I wish we could sing in the kitchen, sip at Starbucks, or stroll through london and make it better. But at the same time, I couldn't ever see any of you as angry or sad people -- you were never mean to me (except a couple times and I deserved it) and I remember being very happy with you.
So, that's it. I'll make an effort to stop in here a little more often. You guys make me smile.
