The world must balance.

So I totes have internet in my room now.  You know what that means?

Unrestricted watching of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer".
No more sitting outside of the library or Starbucks late at night.
I can upload videos anytime.
Blogs can happen more often.

I can skype from the safety and warmth (or coolness) of my room.
Tumblr.  Period.
Online window-shopping.

But...the world has to balance.  Do you know how it's decided to keep my overwhelming joy in check?

My ventilation is leaking. 

Scary Monsters are Scary

Only the last part of this video is relevant to this blog post.

But what makes the scary monsters of our imagination so scary?  What makes anything scary for that matter?

See, I've been thinking about this.  And it's really hard to know the answer.  But I think that all fears lead back to a fear of death.

I'm not scared of the dark; I'm scared of things popping out of the dark and killing me.

You're not scared of snakes or spiders.  You're scared that you'll come across a poisonous one that will kill you.

You're not scared of heights.  You're scared of falling out of the tree and dying.

You're not scared of germs; you're scared of falling ill and dying.

 

Wrote that the other day, but didn't have time to finish. Now that I look over it again, I might not believe it.

I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of living.

Sidewalks

Yesterday after work I went for a run.
There's a half marathon on May 6th that my Mother would like me to run with her, so yeah.  That'll probably happen.
So about this run yesterday...everything was hot and muggy.  The heat felt oppresive.  The temperature was only 73.  What am I going to do this summer when the temperature is in the 90's/100's? 
Die.  That's what.
Yesterday's run was supposed to be six miles, but I was beat and dehydrated after three.  How pathetic.  And sad. 
As I was running along, the sidewalk ended.  Not in any normal place either.  The ending was intentional, and where the sidewalk ended, grass started. 
"Where the Sidewalk Ends".  My brother memorized so many poems from that book when we were shorter and less educated.  He would change his voice and mannerisms to fit the characters in the poem. 
My brother is wonderful.

2 videos. First one is important.

I had never heard of Joseph Kony before about an hour ago.  This is important stuff y'all.  Please take the time to watch it.

Kevin and I did a cover of "On The Rise" while he was here.  We had fun.  We suck at harmonizing.  Actually, that's just me. =P