do you ever find yourself thinking something clever and wishing you could put together an articulate sentence that would effectively get your point across? me...all the time. i seem to have this "disease" where i have a thought process, which seems important to share, but i have difficulty getting it out of my mouth in one piece...as i was internet surfing today, something i often do when i'm bored, i stumbled across a blog by my new favorite christian fiction author, kristin billerbeck. i would highly recommend her ashley stockingdale series, at least to all you ladies out there (guys, if you think you would enjoy reading about a single girl living life in the silicone valley, feel free to pick it up as well. that's not for me to judge). anyway, i now understand why i love her books so much, she articulately writes what i'm thinking. here are her thoughts on some subjects near and dear...
american idol...
"some of the folks auditioning seem...not quite right. sure, some of them are just kids wanting their five minutes of fame. others are kids that-well, their momma just lied to them is all. i understand they chose to be on the show, and i'm fine with that if these people are mentally competent. i'm just not sure they all are."
current events...
"is it just me, or is it NOT news that rosie o'donnell and donald trump are in a fight? first off, i wouldn't watch the view if you stapled me to the chair. i cannot stand to watch people in conflict and that show is women yelling over each other. hate that! if it's going to be conflict, give me smart conflict like the charlie rose show. or reality tv conflict, like simon & paula going at it. rosie talking about trump's comb over? trump calling rosie an animal? i need this in my life, why?"
laser tag...
"we tried laser tag once. any of you ever do that? if you haven't, don't. i'm a non-violent person by nature and it just goes against my grain to target people, you know? so, i'd hide out in forgotten corners and wait on the cease-fire alert. unfortunately, i was as inconspicuous as a bull moose in a china shop. did you know little kids can smell fear a mile away? they stalked me the entire evening. i kept saying, 'shoo, go away little people,' but they just kept laughing viciously and zapping me with their razor sharp beams. i felt as though i was caught up in a cross between star trek and zorro."
then there's always bowling...
"you know the one. where you pick up a ball that's heavier than your car, stuff your thumb and fingers into it, step up to the arrows on the floor and release said ball from your grasp, praying all the while your body doesn't go with it. After a clean release, the entire room-that was only seconds before alive with conversation, exploding pins, and movement-comes to a complete standstill as everyone watches your ball go barreling down your lane, bounce two lanes over and still manage a gutter, never once hitting a single pin. speaking of pins, yours are heckling, pointing and making bets on your next attempt."
i really feel like this girl and i could be great friends!
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