Life is like a slinky....

Sometimes it's long and sproingy,
Sometimes it's short and sproingy,
And sometimes it gets all stepped on and bent out of shape, and you can never right it no matter how hard you try, and for the rest of your life you're stuck with this pathetic, broken slinky.
And what good is that?

Rock-paper-scizzors?

I understand how scizzors can beat paper, and rock can beat scizzors, but there's no way that paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immoblie? If so, why can't paper do this to scizzors? Screw scizzors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because it's preposterous! Paper can't beat up anybody! A rock could mangle a sheet of paper in seconds. When I play rock-paper-scizzors, I always choose rock. Then, when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper, I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist, and say "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought paper would protect you. ...Idiot."

Song of the Moment #3

"I am a Rock" by Simon and Garfunkel

A winters day in a deep and dark december.
I am alone.
Gazing from my window to the streets below on a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock, I am an island.
I've built walls, a fortress deep and mighty that none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island.
Don't talk of love.
I've heard the words before.
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock, I am an island.
I have my books and my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor.
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock, I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries.

Bleh.

I don't feel like myself recently.
I'm not sure I know how to explain it.
I don't feel like doing anything, I'm not as cheerful and upbeat as I used to be.
I just feel like sleeping all the time, and not ever getting out of bed.
I may have seasonal depression.
Or I may have mono.
Or, I may be in a spiritual rut, which I think is the most likely of all.
I don't know why I've been having such a hard time recently doing all the little things that I know I should be.
It isn't a hard thing to say my prayers or read my scriptures, so why aren't I doing it more often?
I feel so... ungrateful?
I'm trying to be better recently, but I don't have the desire I once did.
I don't know.
Bleh.