simple

ive been sitting here for at least a good 2 or so minutes deciding exactly how to describe the couple of weeks since my last post. wow. ill just say i wish id saved my ridonculous post idea cuz i would have had a WHOLE LOTTA ridonculous to add. except, its not really blog appropriate or explanable (perhaps explicable is a better word choice, seeing as how its a real word, but i like explanable better. yes i know, this is hypocritical coming from me, the grammar/pronunciation/word nazi, but its my blog. so i dont care.) but these weeks have truly been an interesting study in humans. and behavior. and motivations. and me. and what i like. and what i cant stand. and how i respond to things. and i dont know how or if this is even related, but im gonna say, i feel like im pretty simple. im made happy by very simple things. my friend once told me that i live a decadent (and yes i absolutely just looked up that spelling on an online dictionary ) lifestyle. i disagree somewhat. some things are important enough to me to spend money on, yes. but they differ from where he spends his cash, so it seems decadent to him. cuz when it comes to food and stuff like that, as you can see from previous posts, im not impressed by gourmet. there are lots of seriously cheap, simple, delicious things. trying out fancy or highly rated new restaurants really doesnt interest me at all. too many flavors at once annoy me (i love eating with you guys dana and dan, but i fear you think i dont appreciate your amazing combos. its not that they arent amazing, im just a simple girl) too many toppings on pizza totally grosses me out (especially a whole lotta meat. ick. plain cheese is just fine with me. or bbq chicken). yes, its nice to have some nice things. some pricey jeans. a real tiffany bracelet. high thread count sheets. those things have been worth every penny to me. but i also once lived in teeny tiny room in a "houseboat" (not really a houseboat. it was a house, but the kitchen had wood paneling everywhere and creaked and felt exactly like a houseboat). i paid $75 a month for the "hotbox" as it was nicknamed. seriously, you walked in and pretty much hit your shins on the bed. well, you would have if i didnt have the bed up on about 6 cinder blocks to fit my stuff underneath. and i had a pole against the wall on which to hang my clothes. i paid less to live there for an entire semester of school than i paid for my first month of rent in my apt when i moved to vancouver. but it was college. thats what you do. anywho, my point is.....um. crap... i think my point was that sometimes i feel like gettin by in a crap house paying next to nothing, and sometimes i feel like shellin out a bit more cash to live alone in a way nice place. sometimes i feel like buying the best running tights that exist with all kinds of science and technology behind them, and sometimes i feel like buying cheap shorts. and as i type this it seems to contradict my feeling that i am overall pretty simple. but it doesnt. cuz i said so. and as previously mentioned, this is my blog so what i say goes. but, as i think on this idea of simplicity, maybe thats why honesty is such a big deal to me. its straightforward, its simple, and you dont have to worry about keeping different stories straight for what you have told different people and whatnot. im sure there are many that would argue that honesty is anything but simple because what if that honesty hurts peoples feelings and yada yada yada. but for me, its pretty simple.

ridonculous

so my friend told me the other day that ridonculous is a real word. its like when ridiculousness is boundless. more emphatic. im a big fan of that cuz i like precise words that really emphasize my meaning and i use the word ridiculous a lot so its nice to have options when things really really blow my mind. like today. when i heard something from someone that i hardly knew, that he had heard from someone that i knew even less than him. and that something that i heard was about me and decisions in my life. and it was off. wayyyyyyy off. and im just thinking to myself "wow. seriously!? people really sit around making up things about other people's lives?" ya. apparantely so. and ill just say, im not gonna whine about "i hate all the silly gossip in the singles ward. you hang out with someone once, and everyone thinks you are engaged " (very nasaly whiny voice is necessary when reading that, so if you didnt do that in your head the first time you read it, well go back and read it again, the right way darn it!!) yes, people, that gossip is gonna happen. it just is. i get it. cuz we are all trying to figure out who is dating/who is into who so we know who not to flirt with and whatnot. it effects us in a way. not that its right to do that. but i get it. but this, out of nowhere, purely about me and my life and personal relationships!? wow. its rather ridonculous. here are some other ridonculous things:

• the semi truck that i saw crumpled and bent and stuck in a little tunnel. wow. really dude? you dont know where your truck will fit and where it will not? huh.
  
• swine flu coverage
• ok the media in general.
  
• people thinking the media is reliable
• me. im ridonculous a lot of the time. and im not afraid to admit it. i eat one of 3 meals for lunch every single day, almost without exception (my turkey/pepperjack/spinach wrap, carrots, grapefruit, or chicken noodle soup, carrots, grapefruit, (maybe wheat thins too), or white albacore tuna with cranberries stuffed in the halves of a bell pepper, carrots, grapefruit, and wheat thins. ok, and now and again, if i feel i simply must go out, i get the steak salad from chipotle.
• im gonna write more ridonculous things later. im tired now. feel free to add your own. i didnt even go into the ridonculous things that some crappy drivers do, cuz that will get me worked up and annoyed. and i want to sleep happy.