If only I could be so photogenic

The highlight of my day:

On the way to the mall for lunch, I saw roadkill (chipmunk). But surprisingly it was completely in tact (other than being dead). You know what I mean. Normally, there’s like a tire mark over them and their guts are all squished out of every orfice, but this one just looked like a flat chipmunk.

I was amused by this because he was as flat as a piece of paper; absolutely paper thin, with no other marks on him and no grossness strewn about. Never seen roadkill so flat; just like someone had drawn it on the road or dropped a photograph. Colorful stripes, head and body in proportion, and eyes in place—just flat. And no, I didn’t take a picture to post on here ’cause I didn’t have my camera on me. Curses! See what happens when I don’t bring my backpack (with camera inside) everywhere I go? I miss things. Maybe if he’s still there, I’ll catch him at the end of the day. It’s very much worth a photo ’cause then I can sit it on the ground and you can see what I saw exactly, sans the glossy finish.

One can only wish to be such model-quality after being run over.

What has happened to my English?

This weekend has totally killed me. It’s amazing how sitting and reading for three days in a row can be more exhausting than most active days. Partly it was because my mom insisted to leave the house at 6 every morning. Saturday we left at 6:15am, got delayed a few times on the way, and still got there 1/2 hour before the Civic Center opened. So of course, I’m thinking Sunday we can leave a little later. Nope. She wants to leave exactly at 6. I’m surprised I stayed awake the whole time.

The idea for this past weekend was to go to an English convention so I would get more out of it than my ASL one next month. Oh how wrong I was. I’ve noticed lately that my mind has been wandering whenever I go to English meetings now, but I figured I’d be able to pay attention more at the convention. Not really, though. I was taking notes, but my mind was totally in a different place.

For instance, here’s what I got out of yesterday. They had us look up Acts 22:2,3 which in part reads in the NWT, … they kept all the more silent, and he said:) “I am a Jew, born in Tarsus… “ So from that point, all I noticed was that it contained one of these 🙂. The book of Acts contains smileys.

Here’s a funny thing that happened today. I was sitting by some people at lunch who looked like they wanted to talk to me. I’m half dead so I’m like, “Oh no,” but I deal. The three are looking my way and one says, “I’m from the Concord, NH cong.” I’m like, “Oh that’s nice,” and proceed to tell them I’m in ASL. I ask if they know a few other JWs in Concord who were in my hall and they said, “No,” then they said, “Yes.” They just looked really confused. All in all, I talked for about a minute and a half about how I was in the Malden ASL hall and that I knew some deaf JWs in Concord. They reply with, “So, you’re in the Chinese congregation?” I give them an almost why-do-I-even-try look and say, “Sure.”

I should’ve known. It happens almost every year.

I’m “the lady”

OK. I think I’m going through a pre-mature mid-life crisis. Do women even go through those? All I hear about is 40+-year-old men shopping for Trans Am’s and wearing toupees. Anyway, sans the Trans Am and toupee, so many things have made me feel OLD lately.

Last week we had the CO visit and for one of his talks directed at young people, he had everyone 25 and under sit in the first few rows of the middle section. OK, I guess I could’ve sat there, but I had a lot of stuff and I didn’t want to move and technically I was 25 1/2 as of June 7th (legally anyway, but that’s a whole other story). So just seeing that I was on the threshold of young and old and not being a student anymore made me feel old. But that wasn’t too much of a big deal.

So today I just went to my English district convention in Maine which does NOT feel like a district convention. (The ASL one is in July.) Conventions are something I usually look forward to weeks in advance, plan for, and stay over at the same Howard Johnson’s in CT. This one just snuck up on me out of nowhere. I didn’t even remember it was this weekend until last night. Normally, it’s always a part of my summer plans right in the middle of the summer and it’s just weird that this one is at the beginning of JUNE. Some of you may remember when our conventions were in Providence. After it stopped happening there, half the groups went to Maine and half went to Amherst. My mom’s district got sent to Maine.

Let me just say now that I hate Maine. Last time I was up there was for a friends wedding and as nice as that was, I still couldn’t wait to get out of Maine. So here we are at the Portland Civic Center. Funny thing is that the place looks like every other place we’ve gone to, but it just had this Maine feel about it which made me feel irritable. I’m sitting in my seat and this kid and his mom are standing in the aisle next to me and the kid decides to lean on my head. Mother responds by saying, “Honey, don’t touch the lady.” So I’m “the lady.” Who’da thought I’d see the day? I think I just felt some grey hairs pop out.

Also, as I said before this is my mom’s district. This means this is my old district from like 5 years ago. This I seemed to keep forgetting. I always get random people coming up to me thinking they know me. (After all, all Asians look alike. :/) So same thing happened today. Many people were like, “HIIIIII!!!” except this time they really did know me. I barely remembered anyone’s name, sometimes ’cause of forgetfulness, other times ’cause they look like a totally different person. Amazing what 5 years can do to a person. For example, this one kid who I knew of, but didn’t really know personally, looks like he’s gained like 300 lbs over the past years. Egad, I say. Others just aged what looked like 20 years. The part that made me feel old is seeing these kids I remember as little kids, now teenagers. One whom I remember on one of my camping trips when he was 4 is now 13 with braces and taller than me.

So yeah, I feel old. Icky. No good. I should go visit a nursing home for some encouragement. More about this convention, but that’ll be in next entry.

This is NOT Mountain Dew

Aughhhh. It’s so far been a very tired, overall crappy week. It’s not even half over yet. So I head over to my happy spot, the vending machine, to get my morning Mountain Dew to bring me up to sociable level. What comes out? Read the subject. This is “orange” flavored Gatorade. &*^(!@#&^!@#!!!!

This has got to be the most grossest flavor of Gatorade they make. I like other flavors of Gatorade so it figures that this is the one that comes out. Thing is that it’s trying to taste like orange juice. If it tasted like some random fruity thing you couldn’t compare anything to, it would be OK I think, but as it is, it tastes like Tang (which is a bad thing). But it’s like a teaspoon of powdered Tang mixed with like two gallons of water. So there’s only that hint of orange with the taste of nastiness coming through.

So Murphy’s Law strikes again when I think I’m getting a kick of caffeine and end up with “monosodium phosphate, ester gum, and brominated vegetable oil.”

It’s finally happened…

I finally completed my Beatles CD collection with the purchase of Yellow Submarine. I’ve been delaying doing it ’cause it’s not my favorite collection, but lately I’ve been watching the movie again and again and have gotten attached to the trippy music. Most of the CD is instrumental by George Martin.

“All Together Now.” It’s the perfect song for learning to count to 10 and learning your ABCs up to J. Funny how you go thru life not caring for some songs and then find yourself addicted after much listening.

I made the mistake of stepping into Best Buy today. It was destined to happen. I came out with three CDs. Yellow Submarine, the Best of the Beach Boys, and the new Black Eyed Peas. Yeah, not your typical mix.

I also just figured out that I like the Beach Boys again. In 5th grade (the mean girls year) I had all of 5 tapes (HA! TAPES!) in my possession. Two were Beatles. Three were Beach Boys. Since then I’ve stuck to the Beatles, but the Beach Boys were one of those groups I shuddered to think I listened to.

So in the store today, as I’m looking at the Beatles CDs, I saw the Beach Boys CDs sitting right next to them, as “Bea..” CDs tend to do. So I see there’s a new CD with 30 tracks on them that I used to listen to. I just bought it with the point of seeing how retarded I was. Then I come to find out, I actually like this stuff again. Who’da thought?

Odd hearing songs you haven’t listened to in 15 years. I feel like I’m 10 all over again.

Oh, and the Black Eyed Peas CD is good too, but doesn’t hold much memories. Obviously.

Still on this Fraggle trip

Last night I was really getting into the whole Fraggle discovery I made online. So I figured I’d go rummaging through my old video tapes to look for Fraggles. Didn’t think I’d be successful, but I was wide awake and needed something to do. Incidentally, I noticed how video cassettes have lost weight over the years. Old tapes feel like they weigh 50% more than ones you buy now.

Anyway, I found 4 of my favorite episodes!! EEEEE!!! One was Boober’s Dream with Sidebottom! I didn’t really care for that episode before, but now it has more meaning since I’ve been having all these weird dreams lately. I could only do my best to remember that episode before, but now I can watch it!!!

This is becoming borderline creepy how into this I am, but last night I also searched around for song lyrics. They were good and some were kind of deep for a kiddie show. What ever happened to kiddie shows that were intelligent and made sense. They should so bring this show back or at least make them available on DVD. Well, they are, but in the UK in their stupid UK format. DOWN WITH UK FORMAT!!! We need another Revolution.

Anyway, so I’ve had this song stuck in my head until this morning when I woke up with Boober’s Dream song stuck in my head. 😛 If anyone remembers the one where Red was trying to find her song, you’ll appreciate it more.

I say, 1, 2, play me do.
Let me sound as sweet as you.
Play me wide.
Play me long.
Let me be your song.