My Ice Prison

Location: Gresham

Mood: amused

I woke up this morning only to see that my front porch has been completely hidden. Yup, it’s totally and completely hidden.

How can that be?
Snow.

There is so much snow on the ground that it is completely covering our front porch. That’s gotta be like 2 feet right?

Even more impressive. My brother’s car is out in front of our house...or at least I thought it was. It was there last night. This morning, his car has vanished! Yes people, the magic has happened. Someone has made an entire vehicle disappear!

Okay, his car isn’t completely invisible, but it’s hard to make out underneath the snow.
I’m impressed, and slightly scared.

I’ve never seen this much snow in Gresham. Has there ever been this much snow in Gresham?
This sucks. There are actually people to play with because it’s winter break. My friends are home, but I can’t hangout with them because there’s an ice fortress forming outside our homes. We are trapped inside.

Things like this happen in my life. I’m bored all the time, but there’s no one to hang with. Then, when there’s people to hangout with, there’s no way of doing it. I can’t help but laugh.

Also, I may have broken my wrist. That’s the funniest part about this whole situation. The day before this ridiculous downpour of nature’s prison, I was hanging out with some long lost friends. They discovered a patch of ice, and, naturally, we were compelled to slide around on it. Well, I’m a goofus, but I thought I was cool. I was attempting to master the greatest ice-trick known to mankind. Convinced that I would impress people I call out: “Hey guys look at me I’m a graceful ballerina!”

BIG MISTAKE.

I should have known better. Calling attention to my grace can lead to nothing but an epic demonstration of my ineptitude.

The intention was a legendary pirouette. -- That’s a one legged spin for those of you who don’t know. In my mind, the pirouette was going to be pulled off impressively, and the two guys I was with were going to think I was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

I must say at this point, I realize that even if I had pulled of the monumental masterpiece of movement, the reaction probably would have been lackluster. I don’t know why I think I’m such hot shit. Because, in reality the reaction would have probably been something along the lines of “oh...uh...yeah...that was...*special* Mindy.”

Well, no worries, because there was no way I was going to successfully spin after my omen-ing outburst. I got up the oomph, lifted my leg, and next thing I know I’m on all fours in the middle of the road.

I thought that the biggest injury was my ego, because I felt like I’d just scraped up my wrist and knee. However, the next morning I started to become increasingly aware of the pain in my wrist. It still functions like a normal wrist, but it’s hard to carry things, and it hurts to bend it.

I had my dad look at it. He said I should probably get X-rays, and I planned to do so the next day (yesterday). Well, that wasn’t happening. I have been thwarted by the weather once again! Now, today, we’re almost literally snowed in.

Such is my life. I’m nothing if not entertaining.

I’m bored too. I really want to be 10 years old again. I want to organize a huge snowball fight, but no one can come out and play.

The Things That Hapen to Me

Location: Home
Mood: giggly
 

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I seem to be a magnet for a certain type of experience. I can’t complain too much...Well, that’s a lie. I can complain all I want, but these things do make my life more interesting.

I had a job-interview-type thingy on Monday. It had just snowed, but I need a job so bad that I figured I’d brave it. So, I get in my base-line, no frills, Toyota Corolla, and attempt to climb my way out of our inclined cul de sac. I manage to turn around and begin the incline, but as I hit the top I reach a patch of ice. It was almost like a lip that sealed our cul de sac off from the intersecting street.

I revved my engine to manage my way over the lip… nothing. I try again. Nothing. Directly across from me is a man scraping the windows on his car. He’s watching his young son play in the road. I noticed that he suddenly becomes very aware of me.

I try to overcome my barrier once again. The man calls to his son, and he runs out of the street. Then the two of them just stand there and watch as I attempt over, and over, and over, and over, to get out of the evil circle that keeps me from my future.

It was not as if they didn’t notice me. I had revved my engine so much that a burning smell was beginning to rise from below me.

Now, I’m starting to think that my neighbors are just rude. Is chivalry really dead? Wouldn’t the polite thing be to come over and offer some help? I guess not.

Frustrated, I laugh to myself. Then I called my brother to save the day. He came out, and pushed me to freedom. Yay for big brothers!

I contemplated giving the man and his son the finger...but I think I’m a better person than that.

Later on I found out that my brother didn’t actually do anything, he just stood behind me and gave the illusion of pushing.

Today is Symbolic of My Life

That's a car under there!

Location: Home
Mood: comically frustrated
 

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I’m angry at the world, but in a completely humorous way.

     Last night I went to a friend’s birthday dinner at The Old Spaghetti Factory. I got a pomegranate Limoncello (to which my brother points out PART of the drink was 12% alcohol). I ate a spinach and cheese ravioli, and had a big dessert, and still managed to end the evening with a nice little buzz.
     When I got home I was expecting my parents to be gone, but there in the living room sat my Dad. So, I went about business as usual, but felt silly. Then I went to my room to prepare for bed. I blogged, and then got excited to read the book I’ve been reading. --; It’s this book that I fully recognize as stupid, but I LOVE it anyway.
     I finished the book...which makes me angry. Lately, each time I finish a book, unless it sucks, I get really angry because that means I have to find another one. Why do books have to end? It’s just rude! I used to be a slow reader, but my new life has made that part of me disappear as well. I hated being a slow reader. NOW, I hate being a quick reader. Can a book just freaking last?!
     When I finished the book it was 2:30am, and I was not tired at ALL. Sometimes alcohol just makes me antsy instead of sleepy. Damn you limoncello!
     So, I toss, turn, and think about my life. The last one is something that I avoid doing, because it just pisses me off. I get angry with myself mostly though. Then I start trying to think of something I can do about it.
    Anyway, I decide that I guess I’ll apply to grad school. It’s not really want I want to do right now, but it’s something. It’ll get me out of the house, and possibly help me with my whole “I’m qualified but have no experience” shtick.
     When I finish that, I decide that after I sleep-in (which I’m going to finally get to do because my dad won’t be there to judge me as lazy when I wake up after 9am) I’m going to get all cute, and spend the day at the book store. Get a coffee, find a new book, and try to speak to my imaginary boyfriend.
     I slept till 11am… Considering I didn’t fall asleep till after 5am, I expected to sleep longer, but that’s okay. I come downstairs and look out the window to find 2-3 inches of snow on the ground...well shit.
    There goes my plan for the day. I can’t drive my Corolla in the snow! Then I look into grad school applications, and turns out I need three academic references and I have...let me count...zero!
     Today is like a micro-version of my life right now. I’m TRAPPED in my house! I have no job, and can’t seem to get one, and there’s NOTHING I can do about it!!! I just want to scream, but I realize that it’s actually kind of funny.

I should probably calm down now because I just got a bloody nose...is that a sign?

The Two Trees

UPDATE: February2010

Upon review, I've realized that it's necessary to site my source on this one. This was a writing exercise I did after viewing the movie Wrist Cutters: A Love Story. This story was told during one of the scenes. I liked it so much that I was afraid I might some day forget it. This was my attempt to remember it the next day.
Location: Home
Mood: mellow

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     There’s this forest somewhere, and in this forest there are two trees. Actually, there are many trees, because it’s a forest, but these two stand out. They have an interesting relationship.
     One tree is tall, strong, and grows perfectly straight. The other tree is crooked, and very aware of it. The crooked tree envies the straight tree. Often it thinks to itself, “that straight tree is so beautiful. I wish I could grow straight like that tree.”
     The straight tree knows about this. It taunts the crooked one.

It says, “look at me, I’m so straight, and strong. I’m perfect. I bet you wish you could be straight like me.  Too bad you’re crooked”

     Then one day a bunch of loggers came traipsing into the forest. They looked around at all the trees around them. The boss looked at the perfectly straight tree, and finally he spoke. He said “cut down all the straight ones and we’ll take them back. They’re perfect.” And so the loggers did just that.
     They left only a few trees, including the crooked one, and it stands there to this day. Crooked as the day is long, but tall, thick, and strong. The tree just smiles to itself because it knows that its imperfections saved its life.