New Cellphone Idea

Soooo....I really want a new cellphone. Mine stops working at random even though it is only 7 months old. I want one that is smaller too, a teeny tiny slim little phone.

And that's what got me thinking about the hand phone. Stay with me here; it would be a chip planted in the back of your hand.

Here, I have a demo version for you, its really quite painless...

Through the power of magic (How would I know how? What do you think I am, a scientist or something?!?) there is a touchscreen on the back of your hand where you dial numbers and stuff.

It has the usual features like a calendar for your special dates, voice command so you can call out to whoever you are thinking of right that moment. Might want to turn off that feature sometimes, of course.

You can lock your phone by pinching your thumb and forefinger together, and then similarly unlock it by a complicated tapping sequence.

You want to take pictures with it, right? It takes the picture from the end of your finger. So you literally "point and shoot!" Isn't that great!?

Wait! Wait, don't point that there! Ohhhh that is so wrong!!!

*Ahem* Anyways. Other standard features include ringtones and a vibrate setting. I mean, all cellphones have vibrate settings, right? Just a standard...

Woah! You probably shouldn't do that here!

Hmm...It does raise an interesting question though. What do you do when someone calls in while you are...busy? Lets assume (for the sake of our sanity) that its some hot guy, for instance. Do you...complete your task and let it go to voicemail? Answer and complete your task while talking to him?

Do you take a picture and wait for his text reply?

What other essential features should the HandyPhone(TM) have? (We can't very well call it the Palm Pilot, now can we?)

And I Dance Dance Dance!

This summer, I have increasedthe amount of dancing I have ever done in my life by roughly 3076.8 %. No really, I have only ever done the High School Sway and the Why ARE These People Grinding Into Me And Knocking Me Over I Don't Even Like Rap? dances. So, I decided to try the weekly Lindy Hop beginners dance lessons while interning at UCF. I am still clumsy, but it seems to be working! I even attended a couple of the intermediate lessons in swiveling my swivellly hips.

*swivels for showing off*
Speaking of swivelling my swivelly hips...this class has been a nice way to chat up about 30 different guys in an hour. This is actually not terrifying for me, and this is new. Most of them are quite nice and fairly good looking. Most. If only I could remember more than one person's name from week to week. Who am I kidding? I didn't get a single name right tonight.

Jacob? Jeremy? Jason? Oh...your name is Steve. That was my next guess.

I almost don't want to talk about the Charleston, because it gave/is giving me fits to learn. I very nearly gave up entirely, and I did give up on the intermediate lessons when they introduced Charleston. But tonight we did just a little bit of it, something they had not shown us before, and I actually almost didn't suck at it entirely. Progress.

Here is where I need to address how my brain works, or rather fails to work properly. I absolutely cannot process information when there is too much "clutter" entering my brains. Put me in a room with more than one conversation going on, and there is no way on Earth I will be able to understand what you are explaining to me. I don't study to music with lyrics, or with people who talk too much (you know who you are), or in the coffee shop on a busy day.

So...(I like ellipses)...if we are in the middle of a dance move, with music playing that you have to raise your voice to be heard, I will not understand the relatively simple concept the instructor trying to get me to implement on the fly. Ever. The man is fighting a losing battle with my brains.

This makes me sad. Will someone show me how to make my brains work right? Please?

*swivels for showing off*

Four Months

Wow. That is definitely a new record for not posting to my blog. Of course I only realized it because of some annoying spam comment that kept reappearing on my most recent post. That is just tragic.

I went ahead and updated my settings to enforce word verification (sorry) and comment moderation on older posts because it takes me an aggravating amount of time to figure out how to delete a posted comment.

Now I just need to make a commitment to updating this lovely space! I blame facebook, of course. Friends have mentioned that I am about to the point of updating my facebook status with "is now updating her facebook status." It is so much easier than blogging! It is also less deep, and facebook isn't really the best forum for real introspection.

Tomorrow, (TOMORROW, the procrastinator assures you all!!!) I will make a nice update post for the blog. It has been a long summer, maybe I can just copy/paste all my facebook status messages...OW! Ok fine! I was just kidding!

Mostly.

Seriously

I can be goofy, but mostly I am a serious person. Even when I'm not feeling "serious" I come across as though I am, because that is my face and my default personality. Sometimes I brush that off and nudge myself in a more fun, outgoing direction, but sometimes I don't want to. Maybe I am too tired or maybe that is just the mood I am in. My point here is that the choice is up to ME. Don't be offended, I'm not "pissed off" unless I give you more reason to think so.

I am not Too Serious. I am exactly who I can and want to be. You do not get to determine what parts of me are too much or too little. Listen, it has taken me a long time to become okay (more okay) with my own personality. Yes, if you are doing something that annoys me when you think it is "just being goofy," you should stop doing that thing and respect my boundaries. That doesn't mean I am trying to shoot down your personality, it means you don't get to override my needs in order to fulfill your own. Go be goofy with the others if I am not entertaining you properly.

Repeat: You don't get to override my needs in order to fulfill your own. Wow, I want to have the guts to say that more often.