Too little too late.

Note.

Have you ever woken up and had a note taped to you that said if you stepped out of line again, you and everyone you cared about would be dead? Well that's a relief. I would probably stop

associating with you. Just kidding. I would definitely not associate with you anymore. I'm already paranoid as it is. I don't need some unknown mobster coming after me too. Especially if you didn't know what you did to step out of line. That would be extra risky because you might be killed at any time.

Welcome to my mind. There is no turning back.

Owl City.

Just to let you know, Owl City is now my favorite-

band/person. It's only one person, but it sounds like a band. I decided this recently. Not the band/person part, the part about it/him being my favorite. Firstly because I put the CD in my CD player the other day, and I can't stop singing to songs all the time, and I love all of the songs. I rarely skip songs. Mostly I just go back and listen a second time. Secondly, Adam Young, who is Owl City, seems like the most genuine person ever. I am a fan of him on Facebook. I was supposed to be writing a paper yesterday, so of course I went on Facebook. There it led me to his blog. He is so devoted to God and seems to have so many good qualities. I guess every time I look up a celebrity, I get disappointed in what I find out, but I like him even more now. It was refreshing to find out that there is someone so famous and using it for good- and not putting on a big show... except for his big shows that he puts on- but that's different.

Oh, and p.s. if you want to hear a really beautiful song go to owlcityblog.com and go down to "My Hope is Found".

Littering.

Seriously. Put it in the garbage. I was pulling into the mall today and I saw a lady just drop a piece of crumpled paper on the asphalt. It wasn't an accident, I could tell because she was looking around to see if anyone saw. To everyone who litters: "I SEE YOU".

Gum.I bought gum the other day... again. I buy a lot of gum. I could probably buy a pony with the amount of money I spend on gum. You'd think I was just coming off the patch. Anyway, it was strawberry shortcake gum. I don't taste the shortcake. I mean, I taste the strawberry, and maybe I could go as far as saying I taste the whipped cream, though that's not required, after all, it isn't even in the title. But I don't taste the shortcake. Then I got some mint chocolate chip gum. It smells like mint chocolate chip ice cream. Really. But it just tastes like super sweet mint gum. Oh well, I guess it will just have to go into the glove compartment with the others.

Paranoid.

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(That's supposed to make an eerie sound)

Apparently I have been using the word paranoid in the wrong way. I knew that a long time ago... like when I was ten, but I just used it because it was easier to say than "I have anxiety concerning..." but my dad corrected me the other day and, since I'm such a stickler for proper grammar ("It's 'I love you too', not 'i <3 class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Heeby jeeby. That was creepier than I meant it to be. Don't worry, I'm not psycho. But, that is was a psycho would say.

Oakley guy.

The Oakley guy was at my work yesterday. He comes and checks out all the glasses to see which ones are selling and see which we need more of. He comes and goes through the glasses, I can tell when he's done because he moves along the case while he looks. Then he types on his computer forever, asks me to take out a few glasses that he predicts won't sell and I put them back in their boxes to send back. And then he just stays, on his computer, while I stand awkwardly behind the desk, trying to look busy, but really I'm writing things like "Why is he still here?" on pieces of receipt paper. It's super awkward saying "No problem." after he thanks me a third time for letting him come, when in my head I'm thinking, "I just stood here while you typed stuff. What are you thanking me for?"

Interesting people.

There are a lot of interesting people at the mall. I have to say my favorite was a guy who came up to the counter where I work sometime before Halloween, and, with a slurred British accent, says there used to be a place that sold colored contacts down the hall, but doesn't anymore. "Oh. Ha ha." What do you want me to do about it?- I didn't say. Ummm. This is a sunglasses place. We don't even sell regular glasses. Maybe he thought we sold sun-contacts? I told him I thought there was a costume shop down another hall that had them, to which he replied "FenTasstic! Bless ya 'eart." It was awesome. Not only did I get to talk to a British guy, but a drunk British guy. I basically got to talk to Eliza Doolittle's father. How many people get to say they've done that? Which, by the way, is exactly what I'm going to tell people.

People

Speaking of people, I think may have figured out why it takes me so long to make friends. Every time we moved, which was many a time, I thought "This is it, I'm gonna start being outgoing." It never happened. Then I started my classes at college, and finally I did it. I spoke up the first day in class. I was good too, if I do say so myself. I mean, I could probably have even been mistaken for a popular kid in high school. Then something happened- nothing. As in, it didn't happen again. I turned back into a wimp. But, as I said, I don't think I'm a wimp for the sake of being wimpy. I don't like people I don't know. This makes it very difficult to get to know people and begin to like them. Don't worry, I like all of you. If I didn't, well that would be awkward, besides, I wouldn't have invited you to read my blog if I didn't like you. There are very few people I get along with immediately. Andrew, my friend from the library is one of them. I think it's because we skipped the small talk. I hate small talk with a passion that rivals... someone with a lot of passion. Point is, I'm going to say I'm fine no matter how many times you ask how I am. Even if I'm having a really cruddy day. I don't tell people I don't know what's going on in my life. I'm going to say I like Texas even if I don't. What am I supposed to say? I hate the town you grew up in. Washington is way better? No. (This doesn't mean I don't like Texas, though Washington is way better.) Anyway. That's my rant on small talk. I'll ask another customer, or someone from my ward how they are doing tomorrow, and the vicious cycle will start over again. "How are you?" "Fine. How are you?" "Good. What have you been up to?" "Nothing much... school, work, you know." "Yeah? Me too." -awkward laugh- pause. "Well... I guess I'll see you later." Some things never change. Small talk will never be big and big talk will never be... defined.

It's late.