Stuff

Haven't written in a while, so I suppose that should be remedied. A lot has happened since last I did of course, but I always forget the things before I can say anything about them. I actually came to the conclusion recently that I don't precisely have a bad memory, per say, at least in the sense where I don't remember things having happened (I actually usually remember events pretty vividly for the most part), but my sense of time is skewed in relation to them. I never remember when things happened; e.g. how long ago, on what day of the week, etc. You could say my depth perception in regards to memory is busted. Last week, last year...they're pretty much the same in my mind. When asked what I did on my off week, the answer will always be, "I'm not really sure." Yet minute things will remind me of the events that transpired, eventually, and boy...then try to get me to shut up. Of course, that's events. Facts and learned things are gone for good after so long without regular reviewing.

So, I'm still moving. That's about the extent of what's happening to me right now. I get the question of whether I have or not yet every few days it seems. Alas, I wish I had already, but I still have to deal with the whole process. My room is actually a mess, and I'll be moving the bulk of it tomorrow into one of my parents' trailers they cleaned out for the occasion. Think a horse trailer, only its never housed horses or any living things. These are the kinds of things my parents find and accumulate. I'm super glad work is over for the week, but I've had hairline stresses towards just about everything for a while now, with all that's happening, so I really haven't planned my off week like I should have. Technically this week should be Semi Fun Week, part Summer, but I just can't do it while I'm worried about moving, so I'll have to put it off another couple of weeks. It really shouldn't make a huge difference with my upcoming school schedule.

Speaking of which...my lab management class on Monday afternoons/nights is horribly boring. Think 1&1/2 to 2 hours of guest lecturers talking about how to be leaders in a lab setting, defining things like organization and referral power. I think it should be pretty painful, but it is surprisingly welcoming to suddenly see all the people I became so accustomed to seeing on a daily basis, but haven't in fact seen since school ended.

In other news, I'm going to spend my birthday this weekend with some people in Clark's cabin in Idaho. Something about a cabin in the middle of nowhere, along with people I've known since elementary school (thus being as comfortable around them as one can around other people), is very relaxing to think upon. I can be my annoying self and not worry as much about whether I'm driving people away or not. I mean, if they've put up with me for this long, what could I do to succeed at driving them away?

Ummm, let's see...I did check out some excellent concerts this last week, and they definitely warrant mentions. The Thursday before last was Clap Your Hands Say Yeah at the Gallivan Center, with Delta Spirit opening.
I hadn't heard of the latter, but they were quite excellent. Of course I already loved Clap Your Hands before then, and everyone loves a free concert. I was only disappointed they didn't bring t shirts for the buying. Heidi and I actually biked down and back, so that was a good experience in and of itself. One of these days I will succeed at a healthy lifestyle. Then there's always old dancing man, who is at every concert with his own choreographed moves, and who I enjoy watching about as much as anything.Wilco with Fleet Foxes at Red Butte Gardens was that following Monday, and man was that a amazing show. 1 beautiful garden amphitheater outdoors (duh), 2 great bands, 2 people I like going to/seeing shows with, and the ability to bring in anything you want in with you (which we didn't utilize, but it's nice to know we could have brought in a cooler of beer or whatever if we'd wanted to). It was much better than I was thinking it would be actually, and so I'm really glad I stumbled onto what I thought was a glitch in the Red Butte website--at the time--that resulted in me getting tickets at a reasonable price (meaning the original price charged before the show was sold out within seconds of having tickets for sale). It also felt like a really long show, which is a good thing when you like what you're hearing. This Thursday was Broken Social Scene at the Gallivan. Fan-freaking-tastic. I loooooove them so much. And they were free. I still can't believe they got them to come. Again, bikes were ridden to and from the show. It was slightly marred by the fact that I was less and less fond of the opening act more and more as their set progressed, and that the concert in and of itself felt really short. It wasn't of course, but when they were done I sooo wanted more. I could have listened to them all night; there were so many things I wanted to hear them play that it just wouldn't have been feasible for them to do so, in any given situation other than a daydream. It only could have been better if they had gotten Feist to come with them, thus enabling them to play many a song from the You Forget it in People album. So in short, it was excellent. I did also get a flat tire being stupid on my bike on the ride home. But I got it fixed before I rode down to the Farmer's Market this weekend, so no lasting harm was done. And I got a CO2 canister for any future mishaps.
So this really has no relevance on any level to anything, but a month or so ago I bought a large box of Foster Farms corn dogs, and they might be the worst thing that's ever happened to me. In the sense that I'm incapable of not eating them. I've always enjoyed them on occasion, usually while babysitting at my sisters' house, because it seems anyone with kids has them in their freezer. I used to think it was about the quality of the actual hot dog. It's not. It's all in the double dipped honey batter. For some reason I don't get sick of them, so I've devoured most of the whole box. Heaven help me if I ever buy them again.