Sunday, November 11, 2007
This week's list of things I cannot grasp:
Why don't leaves all fall within a week so I'm not forced to rake for months and months and months?
Why is it enjoyable to play guitar and sing in front of 6 year olds, but the mere thought of doing the same in front of peers produces sheer panic?
Why don't guys just ask you out? Is there a time limit in determining if he's just not that into you? How long should you really have to flirt, friend and wonder?
And then, why would complete strangers feel it's acceptable to grab a girl's butt at a concert? Isn't there some middle ground?
Will I ever learn how to twirl a drumstick?
If I went to bed at 4a.m., completely exhausted, why would I still wake up at 6:30a.m.?
I've made cookies the exact same way for years, so why did the ones I intended to give away this week, turn out as hard as rocks?
Whose crazy idea was it to soak in a hot tub for over an hour, then think she could drive (fully alert at 1a.m.) to a friend's house 45 minutes away?
Why couldn't the Hawk's quarterback complete any passes for the entire 2nd half today? And, how did we possibly still win the game?
Why are people so drawn to eating meat off of sticks at such events? Pork on a stick, turkey on a stick, steak on a stick...what's the appeal there?
Will I ever be able to go to a Hawkeye football game or walk down Melrose Ave, and not attach these activities to the embarrassing crushes of my college years?
Who invented texting? And, why were they so motivated to establish this way of communication? What need did they think it would serve?
Why do people assume that I'm rebelling because I painted my fingernails black? If a LBD, or black sweater is acceptable, then why not have coordinating fingernails?
What exactly is in Queso Fundito, and why is it so addictive?
Will I ever be brave enough figure out how to replace the fill valve in my toilet? Is it possible that the importance of demonstrating one's independence is over-rated in this part of home ownership?
Ok. Wait. Maybe that's something I could grasp. Step one: stop writing about it and get off the couch! Here goes nothing!
Why is it enjoyable to play guitar and sing in front of 6 year olds, but the mere thought of doing the same in front of peers produces sheer panic?
Why don't guys just ask you out? Is there a time limit in determining if he's just not that into you? How long should you really have to flirt, friend and wonder?
And then, why would complete strangers feel it's acceptable to grab a girl's butt at a concert? Isn't there some middle ground?
Will I ever learn how to twirl a drumstick?
If I went to bed at 4a.m., completely exhausted, why would I still wake up at 6:30a.m.?
I've made cookies the exact same way for years, so why did the ones I intended to give away this week, turn out as hard as rocks?
Whose crazy idea was it to soak in a hot tub for over an hour, then think she could drive (fully alert at 1a.m.) to a friend's house 45 minutes away?
Why couldn't the Hawk's quarterback complete any passes for the entire 2nd half today? And, how did we possibly still win the game?
Why are people so drawn to eating meat off of sticks at such events? Pork on a stick, turkey on a stick, steak on a stick...what's the appeal there?
Will I ever be able to go to a Hawkeye football game or walk down Melrose Ave, and not attach these activities to the embarrassing crushes of my college years?
Who invented texting? And, why were they so motivated to establish this way of communication? What need did they think it would serve?
Why do people assume that I'm rebelling because I painted my fingernails black? If a LBD, or black sweater is acceptable, then why not have coordinating fingernails?
What exactly is in Queso Fundito, and why is it so addictive?
Will I ever be brave enough figure out how to replace the fill valve in my toilet? Is it possible that the importance of demonstrating one's independence is over-rated in this part of home ownership?
Ok. Wait. Maybe that's something I could grasp. Step one: stop writing about it and get off the couch! Here goes nothing!
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