Random Stuff on My Mind

I went to Cold Stone last night for some ice cream. The point of the place is to mix whatever you want into a hunk of ice cream. I'm not gonna lie--I got a huge one(and I'm still eating it today--they give you a lid). So, the guy tosses some nuts on the hunk of ice cream, a brownie and little chocolate syrup and caramel and kinda half-heartedly mixes it in. Well, not mixed at all, just folded a couple of times breaking up the brownie. And shoves it in a bowl. Come on, kid! I could do better than that. I was not very happy, but what am I supposed to say:

Excuse me! Do you mind mixing that a little more? I want brownie mixed into my ice cream, not a bite of plain ice cream and a bite of brownie!

Of course, I didn't say anything. I am way too passive. So, instead I had to mix it in my bowl. Which is a little like mixing it in my mouth which I learned from a roommate in college. Ie: cooked pieces of pasta, little bit of cheese: voila! Macaroni and cheese in your mouth!

I think Graduate School is zapping my sense of humor. Remember when I used to be funny? Or at least remember when I used to tell jokes that I thought were funny? Yeah, I don't so much do that anymore. Not funny. Say something funny to me and I'll struggle to think of a witty comeback. It's all I can do. My best response when someone is teasing me is to say: Shut-up! Not mean, but in a teasing way. Yes, I'm very original. Maybe they have vitamins that will make me witty. Maybe I can have Robyn write me a list of funny comebacks and I'll memorize them. Like Paula Abdul on American Idol.

I was listening to NPR on my way to class this afternoon (does that sentence sound pretentious to anyone else?) and they were talking about MySpace.com. It's one of those friend network websites. One of the comments was that teenagers use that space as a diary for intimate thoughts. They don't want their parents to read it, but then they put it out on the web for anyone and everyone else to see. They feel comfortable writing because it's just person & terminal, so it feels more intimate than a conversation. Long story to say that I feel much that way about this Blog. I talk about random things and sometimes very personal feelings that I may not say to someone on the phone. Somehow writing my feelings for someone else to read is OK with me. It's comforting to have it out. And I know that only a few people read this anyway!

So, I'll continue to put out my random thoughts. I won't comprise an essay on the marketing techniques of the EPA or make fast food suggestions or commentary (with photos) regarding Goucho pants. But I'll continue to share my innermost thoughts.

Hum...I may need to rethink this! Where are those vitamins?