Not all the time, but there have been some people and some things that have just annoyed me to no end.
Many times I just want to reply back to directly, let them know of my annoyance and maybe even burn the bridge.
Anger can be a strong motivator and very tempting to succumb to. I mean, who doesn’t like telling someone off?
But I guess I’m too passive aggressive in the end to do anything about it. My loss.
However, I have been finding that all this ridiculousness has been doing wonders for getting my writing ideas flowing again. (Writing execution is another story folks…making up ideas is easy for me, following through has been a pain.) Some happy, some sad, but mostly coming from the same source.
Then this begs to question for me…does this mean if I get happy I won’t write nearly as well?
Maybe it’s possible. Many have been inspired from negative feelings.
So I’ll just have to pull from the well of inspiration as long as it lasts then.
Unfortunately with this one I don’t remember all that much of it (I usually do forget my dreams easily unless I write them down immediately after waking up) but for some reason my dad was on a conference call with my boss from my project in my house. It was on speaker phone so I could hear what was going on. I didn’t really engage them but I tried to sneak by quietly and head downstairs.
As I was just leaving earshot I heard my dad say “Roland will take care of that”, like they were assigning me work. I was just then starting to pay attention when I woke up to a loud noise. At first I thought it was my alarm waking me to start a brand new day.
Unfortunately when I looked at the clock, it was 8:30 AM, an hour later than my intended time to wake up (and when the car pool was going to leave for work). The loud noise was not the alarm but rather my phone. Someone was calling me. I didn’t pick up the phone in time but soon realized the sad truth: I went from a dream about work to being late for work.
Still requesting: a nice dream. It doesn’t even have to be about love anymore, it can just be about ramen or something.
I had a feeling all Saturday that I should check my work e-mail for something big. I didn’t actually do it until Sunday morning, whereupon I learned I had to completely change my work plans. No longer was I going to Sacramento like I had planned that evening but I was now headed to a brand new location that was not discussed with me previously. Not sure how I like being told where to go and be expected to react within a limited timeframe.
On a much bigger scale of eerieness, I was lying in bed Saturday morning wondering how I would react if a tsunami hit San Francisco (my reaction would be to go to my office building and go right the 41st floor). Unfortunately, that was also the day of the terrible earthquakes in Chile which caused tsunami warnings all over the Pacific (including parts of California).
This is not good.
I’d like some positive premonitions.
How about one where I meet a cute girl who falls in love with me?
Unfortunately they’re not expected to medal, so probably won’t be seeing them bring their curling abilities into the medal matches, but it’s a round robin tournament at the Olympics, so plenty of chances to catch them in action. Thanks nbcolmypics.com! (May want to do something about your spoilers on the front page though) I must say I enjoy their nickname, “Curling Musume” (カーリング娘) which loosely translates to “Daughters of Curling”.
So basically, if I find myself settled in a cold weather climate in Japan, the first thing I need to do is find the nearest curling club.
Bonus, check out their intro video from the 2006 Olympics. Only Moe Meguro and Mari Motohashi are in Vancouver although Mari apparently was the “mood maker” of the team according to the commentary. I can see why according to this video (and some of the other videos from 06 if you click around).
Unfortunately, I don’t think Mari is bringing the same level of excitement to Vancouver (she did get four years older after all). But she is apparently popular enough that they released a DVD chronicling her first trip to Okinawa (Japan’s Hawaii) in Japan.
Looks like I have something I need to buy when I go back…although Anna Ohmiya is my favorite from this year’s team.
I wrote “Selective Memory” in order to get into a Creative Writing class because it required a writing sample. I didn’t get into the class. I don’t know if it was because the class only had space for English majors or if the work just wasn’t that good. I probably should’ve asked the professor then. In any case, it’s up for your consumption.
