I sneeze a lot. My nose becomes incredibly itchy when I wear gloves. When I eat frosted mini wheats milk somehow always spills out from my lip and drizzles to my chin. When there's an accident on the freeway I can pick any lane and somehow traffic will come to a complete halt while the rest move on. I always spill salsa on the table when eating nachos no matter how many napkins I use. I always end up putting my car keys in the wrong pocket when carrying things so my opposite hand has to reach all the way over and into the pocket on the opposite side. Whenever I want or need to wear a shirt that shows off my neck and I don't want to show off my collarbone I'm wearing the wrong undershirt. I always cough after eating ice cream or anything like unto it. I have a hard time maintaining eye contact with girls because I fear I'll start blushing. When my music is on shuffle it always plays the same songs in the same order.
But I'm guessing I'm blessed because I'm not the only one!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
This Morning My Smartphone Was Really Dumb...
I have the stupidest smartphone in the world. When I first got it of course it was wonderful! Fantastic even! Then about 8 months later it caught the "comatose syndrome" where it would turn itself off for no apparent reason regardless of battery. So I got a new replacement using my warranty. Things have been better, but for some reason it is really slow... and then the weirdest thing happened this morning.
Thankfully Heavenly Father sent me a bunch of dreams about looking at our clock and seeing what time it was, "6:40," but I knew it was a dream because I can't read the clock when my back is turned to it. So I kept waking up because the same dream happened over and over again. Then I heard a lot of movement upstairs (we're in the basement) that sounded like Dad getting ready to eat breakfast. So I look at my phone and it says that it is 5:50. Then I look at the other clock and it says 6:51 and so I panicked and woke up Kevin but then assumed that our alarm clock had accidentally been set ahead an hour (which has happened before). Then I needed to use the bathroom and when I walked out and saw the oven and microwave clock both stating that it was "6:42" I knew for sure that somehow, inexplicably, for no reason at all, my phone was not just an hour off but a couple of minutes off too. How? That never happens! So, needless to say, this morning was a little hectic.
And you know what the really funny part about it all is? I would've still made it to class on time but there was a major accident that slowed everything down on the freeway and I ended up being 12 minutes late.
Thankfully Heavenly Father sent me a bunch of dreams about looking at our clock and seeing what time it was, "6:40," but I knew it was a dream because I can't read the clock when my back is turned to it. So I kept waking up because the same dream happened over and over again. Then I heard a lot of movement upstairs (we're in the basement) that sounded like Dad getting ready to eat breakfast. So I look at my phone and it says that it is 5:50. Then I look at the other clock and it says 6:51 and so I panicked and woke up Kevin but then assumed that our alarm clock had accidentally been set ahead an hour (which has happened before). Then I needed to use the bathroom and when I walked out and saw the oven and microwave clock both stating that it was "6:42" I knew for sure that somehow, inexplicably, for no reason at all, my phone was not just an hour off but a couple of minutes off too. How? That never happens! So, needless to say, this morning was a little hectic.
And you know what the really funny part about it all is? I would've still made it to class on time but there was a major accident that slowed everything down on the freeway and I ended up being 12 minutes late.
Bottom Dollar...
I've decided to post my thoughts on this particular phrase: "You bet your bottom dollar!" before I actually look it up and discover its origin and actual meaning.
Does bottom dollar mean to refer to how most men keep wallets in their back pockets (on their actual bottoms)?
Does it mean the last dollar you have at the bottom of a pile of dollars?
Or does it mean the smallest dollar amount/value/worth on the bottom?
Yup.
Does bottom dollar mean to refer to how most men keep wallets in their back pockets (on their actual bottoms)?
Does it mean the last dollar you have at the bottom of a pile of dollars?
Or does it mean the smallest dollar amount/value/worth on the bottom?
Yup.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
See Time. See Time Fly. Fly Time Fly...
We say that time flies when you're having fun.
They say time screeches to a halt when you wait for water to boil or bread to pop out as toast.
He said time slowed down to a minute for every second today at work.
She said time stopped during class.
I say time practically doesn't exist in the morning when getting ready for school and waking up earlier (somehow) doesn't help.
I say time zips by when you start your homework after dinner and when you look up it's eleven o' clock!
I say that time goes by slowly when I actually watch the clock, but if I look away three minutes might go by in the ten seconds it took me to get out some baby carrots from the fridge.
I say that time flies when you're doing what you like and/or with someone you like, but it feels longer.
What do you say?
They say time screeches to a halt when you wait for water to boil or bread to pop out as toast.
He said time slowed down to a minute for every second today at work.
She said time stopped during class.
I say time practically doesn't exist in the morning when getting ready for school and waking up earlier (somehow) doesn't help.
I say time zips by when you start your homework after dinner and when you look up it's eleven o' clock!
I say that time goes by slowly when I actually watch the clock, but if I look away three minutes might go by in the ten seconds it took me to get out some baby carrots from the fridge.
I say that time flies when you're doing what you like and/or with someone you like, but it feels longer.
What do you say?
Photoshopic Memory...
A lot of people have what they call a "photographic memory" where they remember incredible details about who was wearing what and their exact surroundings at that time and place...
I've realized nowadays that I have a poor grasp on where things actually happened despite my good memory. Therefore, for now on (as long as I can remember to do so) I will proudly say that I have a Photoshopic memory since I remember a lot of details-- just not where they actually took place.
I've realized nowadays that I have a poor grasp on where things actually happened despite my good memory. Therefore, for now on (as long as I can remember to do so) I will proudly say that I have a Photoshopic memory since I remember a lot of details-- just not where they actually took place.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
I Must Have Been Born With A Different Sound System...
To start things off I just want to mention that I am quite aware that this probably happens to a lot of people, or rather, that this has happened to a lot of people. Reading the title of this blog post illustrates that this happens almost all the time for me.
I've come to notice that when I'm in large groups, usually conversation circles (where people are somehow completely unaware of how silly the whole idea of a group of friends talking in a circle-- the majority with their arms folded-- actually is to people passing by who probably notice the dismally empty hole in the middle. Or maybe that's just me.), in cars, at a party or while walking towards my car and I want to say something witty, funny, interesting or just saying something for the sake of participating in the group, my sound waves travel about two inches from my mouth and fall flat to the ground. It's like I never said anything at all. I even make sure to feel a little bit of force against my vocal box so I know that I'm projecting my voice and still, nothing. No one bats an eye and even the people standing right next to me didn't hear what I just said.
Weird huh?
I've come to notice that when I'm in large groups, usually conversation circles (where people are somehow completely unaware of how silly the whole idea of a group of friends talking in a circle-- the majority with their arms folded-- actually is to people passing by who probably notice the dismally empty hole in the middle. Or maybe that's just me.), in cars, at a party or while walking towards my car and I want to say something witty, funny, interesting or just saying something for the sake of participating in the group, my sound waves travel about two inches from my mouth and fall flat to the ground. It's like I never said anything at all. I even make sure to feel a little bit of force against my vocal box so I know that I'm projecting my voice and still, nothing. No one bats an eye and even the people standing right next to me didn't hear what I just said.
Weird huh?
How To Be Forever Remembered...
So one day at the dinner table I suddenly thought "What could an individual do to be remembered forever even by a complete stranger?" I already had an answer for this brilliant question so I blurted out this question to my family and proceeded to answer saying: (note: has been slightly modified with more details)
"I would get a motorcycle and a parachute and start driving down the freeway really fast. I'd be dressed like normal but I would definitely have one of those non-see-thru visors. I'd try to find a minivan or some other car transporting a family with kids. As I drove next to them for a while I would get their attention by looking at them for a prolonged period of time (traffic permitting) until at just the right moment I could wave, give a thumbs up (I might even wink under the visor) and suddenly pull the parachute chord while going downhill and fly away while my motorcycle hopefully and ideally veers off into the shoulder lane without hurting anyone. Just think! Those kids would always talk about that guy on a motorcycle who flew away!"
So yeah. You'd be remembered, that's for sure.
"I would get a motorcycle and a parachute and start driving down the freeway really fast. I'd be dressed like normal but I would definitely have one of those non-see-thru visors. I'd try to find a minivan or some other car transporting a family with kids. As I drove next to them for a while I would get their attention by looking at them for a prolonged period of time (traffic permitting) until at just the right moment I could wave, give a thumbs up (I might even wink under the visor) and suddenly pull the parachute chord while going downhill and fly away while my motorcycle hopefully and ideally veers off into the shoulder lane without hurting anyone. Just think! Those kids would always talk about that guy on a motorcycle who flew away!"
So yeah. You'd be remembered, that's for sure.
I Type Words I Never Say...
I used to think that I type in a manner that matches my exact vocal phrases and words... while reflecting I came to know that such is not the case.
One of the prominent examples is the word "bro" which I commonly use in text messages to my brothers. However, I never use the word bro when speaking to my brothers, they are always Ryan, Eric, Dan and Kevin respectively. I'm not sure why this is. It could be influence from Sai Saici (of G Gundam) or Simon (from Gurren Lagann) who commonly refer to close friends as "bro."
Another word I only type but never say is "Anyways" (please note the "s" on the end). I can't think of the number of e-mails or instant messages in which I've used anyways. It should be noted, however, that I am more likely to say "anywho" before saying "anyway."
There are more examples that I could bother to think about, but I'll leave you with just one more in conclusion. That word would be "Yo" but not "yo" as in "I" in Spanish. "Word up yo!", "Yo, what's up?" or anytime I use yo at the end of a typed or written sentence. I probably don't say "yo" because I would probably slip into Spanish mode and the rest of my sentence would be a train wreck of Spanglish.
Chao~
One of the prominent examples is the word "bro" which I commonly use in text messages to my brothers. However, I never use the word bro when speaking to my brothers, they are always Ryan, Eric, Dan and Kevin respectively. I'm not sure why this is. It could be influence from Sai Saici (of G Gundam) or Simon (from Gurren Lagann) who commonly refer to close friends as "bro."
Another word I only type but never say is "Anyways" (please note the "s" on the end). I can't think of the number of e-mails or instant messages in which I've used anyways. It should be noted, however, that I am more likely to say "anywho" before saying "anyway."
There are more examples that I could bother to think about, but I'll leave you with just one more in conclusion. That word would be "Yo" but not "yo" as in "I" in Spanish. "Word up yo!", "Yo, what's up?" or anytime I use yo at the end of a typed or written sentence. I probably don't say "yo" because I would probably slip into Spanish mode and the rest of my sentence would be a train wreck of Spanglish.
Chao~
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Here we go!
Looks like I'm finally getting "hip with the times" now that I have my own blog. The reason I am creating this is to answer one simple yet complex question (paraphrasing Kevin here):
"If your brain doesn't bother memorizing celebrities, authors, or pop-culture related items and such, what do you think about?"
I answered "I have no idea."
Welcome to Christopher BLOGic. As you might have guessed and hopefully noticed, my blog is appropriately titled. It is indeed a blog and it is also a window into my mind that will hopefully help others (and perhaps myself) understand my logic-- which apparently only clicks in my brain and is famously known as "Christopher Logic" (go figure). Anyways, this is just my introduction post and I hope you all enjoy it.
Chao~
"If your brain doesn't bother memorizing celebrities, authors, or pop-culture related items and such, what do you think about?"
I answered "I have no idea."
Welcome to Christopher BLOGic. As you might have guessed and hopefully noticed, my blog is appropriately titled. It is indeed a blog and it is also a window into my mind that will hopefully help others (and perhaps myself) understand my logic-- which apparently only clicks in my brain and is famously known as "Christopher Logic" (go figure). Anyways, this is just my introduction post and I hope you all enjoy it.
Chao~
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