Don't bother the introvert

People who talk a lot bug me.

This probably isn't shocking to anybody who really knows me well (haha).

A couple nights ago I went to a craft store, prepared to zone out and look at all the pretty stuff.

I was looking at all the pretties when I heard something irritating. Somebody was talking an isle over from me. I couldn't understand the words, but it was a low tone and consistent. It went on for a few minutes and I started to wonder how the person could talk so much without pausing to breathe.

How annoying.

I tried to continue shopping but I couldn't. The person just kept on talking. I walked to the other isle to see what the noise was. There were two young girls, probably teenagers, and one was reading a text message to the other one.

I think there should be a rule in craft stores. Don't be noisy and don't bother the introvert who wants to look at pretty stuff.

Ahem.

Talking to have a meaningful conversation with someone, even in a store, is okay. Talking to hear yourself talk is just noise. 

I hate noise. 

(When alcohol is not involved I'm fond of quietness, not hearing people talk and peace.)

Please people, some introverts love that store and don't want to hear your drama while in it.

And now I officially sound old.

I want this.

Confessions

No, this isn't church and you're not going to read my deep dark sins.

Instead, my confession is that I kind of miss watching Lost.

We started in April, according to my blog posts, and ended in August.

Both Dr. Google and Facebook know this about me, which means I often get Lost advertisements and such.

This one is actually pretty good: 33 jokes only people who watched "Lost" will find funny

Opinions and observations:

• I LOVE FARADAY. Hipster Faraday? Love it!
• I'm naming my wifi after Lost.
• Jacob's rules, so much loling there. I about died.
• You got some Arzt on you...
• It has to grow back!
• Roses are red/violets are blue/ 4 8 15 16 23 42
• "I get to live forever until I die." That one did me in. I need to have a moment to myself now to try to contain my giggles.

Borderline

Part of my New Year's resolution next year is to live as frugally as possible.

Well, maybe.

To be honest, I hate New Year resolutions and I hate people who make them. Last year at the gym it took an act of God to find a machine from January to about mid-March. After the new year, it was as if everyone in town suddenly realized that exercising is good for you and maybe you should do it often and better your life.

I mean, the audacity those people have!

Kidding aside, I'm just not a resolutions kind of a person. But I've been thinking of ways I could better my life and growing my savings account seems like a pretty good thing to do.

So my latest thing is being frugal.

(It's probably a phase that won't last long.)

Over the weekend I went through my closet and realized I don't use a lot of what's in it. Those old t-shirts from college have holes in them and are useless.

Or are they?

I took a pair of scissors to one t-shirt on Sunday. I came up with seven dust rags FOR FREE! I was pretty proud of myself. I don't have to buy rags now!

But I guess I do have to clean.

Ah, bummer.

I have a pin on Pinterest for making a rug out of old t-shirts. Unfortunately my favorite colors are red and purple, so that would be one funky looking rug.

Maybe I'll just stick to my rag-making ways and forget about the rug for now.

I also saw a pin for re-using old k-cups. Most of the ideas were stupid. And then I realized there's a fine line between being frugal and being crazy.

I'm borderline, I think.

Burrowing

On Saturday morning I told my dog to go outside.

Instead of listening to me, she burrowed her head underneath the covers and ignored me.

I let her sleep in longer. Who am I to question a Pug who doesn't want to wake up yet?

I have days when I want to hide my head too, Penny. I don't blame you. You summed up perfectly how I feel about life sometimes.

Sidenote: Aww, she's cute. I can't resist Pugs or their butts.

Dog butt.

On news and reading things correctly

I would consider spelling, paying attention to the news, caring about the world you live in and reading all really important things.

Yesterday morning I woke up around 5 a.m. Bleary eyed, I looked at my phone. I saw a breaking news update about the president nominating someone for the secretary of defense job.

The person's name is Ashton Carter.

At 5 a.m., sleepy and barely awake, I read that name as Ashton Kutcher.

Um, I thought, is this a weird Dennis Rodman type of thing? Is this really happening? What's the world coming to? Am I safe here? Do I need to pack up and move somewhere?

I was kind of angry, in a sleepy way. When I read the correct name a minute later, all was okay with the world again and I peacefully went back to sleep.

Ashton Kutcher.

Ha, ha.

Not really related, but still relevant.

Hallelujah

I don't have much to say today, but I do have something to share.

Isn't this all sorts of wonderful?

Hallelujah

Grumble.

I oftentimes can't express in words how I feel about certain topics. When that happens, I like to borrow other people's words.

Yeah, it's been one of those weeks.

Everyone needs to read this: 26, Unmarried and Childless

Parts I like:

"So when you — friends, family, acquaintances, Twitter followers and blog readers — remind me that I’m far behind where one would expect to be at my age, it makes me feel broken. I feel like I’ve done something wrong. I feel like I’m letting you down or making some horrible mistake."

"Instead of relishing in the freedom, blessings and limitless possibilities that this stage of life offers me, I am left frozen, feeling like I’m not enough. Like what I’ve done doesn’t really matter or that I’ve accomplished nothing. I’m an outcast. I’m defective. I’m panicked. When you comment on my life stage as if there was something I could do to change it, it makes me feel inadequate. Most days I truly do love where I’m at right now, but when people question my marital status, I think I’m messing up my chances to do anything worthwhile with my life."

"When you ask these questions, it doesn’t help me grow. It doesn’t help me feel content with where I am. It does more damage than you realize."

I'm also going to include a link to an amazing song for no real reason. I just like it and it makes me smile. Hozier - Take Me to Church