"But I know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor..."
A few thoughts from my drive home from work this afternoon:
- Starting your drive with the sounds of a white boy layin' down that boogie and playin' that funky music tends to get one dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin' for the entire drive. Stuff like that also makes me speed; good thing I didn't pass any highway patrolmen.
- The state-college-that-used-to-be-a-community-college in Utah County may want to be all competitive with the only university in ProvOrem, but until they quit with the open enrollment, having 44 different Bachelor's degrees (and rising!) really isn't going to be enough. You can't win a competition if your competition is unaware of the competition's existence.
- Sometimes I think I'm really really really not an adult. Yeah, I'm 25, and other people I know who are 25 maybe are adults, but I'm not. You think about the kinds of stuff that people have done in their twenties, and you have to be impressed. I, however, am not impressive. Conclusion: I am in no way an "old soul." Or maybe dating significantly older men from when I was 19 to 22 or so retarded my maturation. Who knows. At least I'm young at heart...
- If you're going to live in Utah, learn how to drive in Utah. (No, don't develop a need to have 500 yards between you and the car ahead of you, don't forget how to drive at a constant speed, and don't become pathologically afraid of changing lanes more than once every fifteen minutes.) See, it snows in Utah, and yes, one must drive differently in snow. However, just because there are three snowflakes in the air does not mean you need to drive 30 mph in your ginormous Blazer with the snow tires when Belinda Margaret the Purple Plastic Car has no problems going 65 (or faster...). If, heaven forbid, you ARE going to do 30 on the expressway, at the very least, don't do it in the lane most states refer to as "the passing lane."
- I have long harbored not-so-secret desires to sing in a band, and I have finally figured out why Fate has kept me far far away: I'm an idiot when I get into the music. I'm a head-bobbing, lip-pursing, shoulder-shrugging-à-la-Tina-Turner, leg-tapping dork. Also, I realized why karaoke isn't my thing; about half of the time, I sing the harmony when I'm singing along to songs.
- Whoever came up with the idea of winter blades deserves accolades, because really, I love me a nice, clear windshield.
