Things I do in the office...

Well, I have zero dogs at the moment, so does that imply that all it takes is ONE dog for me to become a "crazy dog lady"? (Source.)

...to distract myself when there is no work to be done:

1. Repeat phrases in my head.

Example: in contemplating the title of this post, "things I do in the office...things I do in the office...things I do in the office..."

2. Move my head in all directions, like a bird.

3. Drink water.

4. Refill my water bottle when it is empty.

5. Go through Pinterest and laugh (sometimes too loudly), pin, repin, like, at the "humor" pins.

6. Listen to music on Spotify (regular business hours haha).

7. Think about awkward moments in my life.

Example: like when I used to wear the "slim fit" jeans in middle school, even worse that I would wear a black belt and black dress shoes with white socks along with those jeans. Or like when I unconsciously make weird faces at friends/co-workers/strangers who are not in the "super-secret-approved-Euni-list-of-people list."

8. Read the good old "Mathematics for Economists" textbook. Guaranteed oodles and oodles of fun.

9. Daydream. --- Well, we all know I do that even if there is work to be done. I think I am 75% in daydream mode, and that's not taking actual bedtime slumber into account.

10. Walk around the office, stretch, balance on one leg, pretending to be a flamingo.

Now, my distraction activities aren't just limited to the above list; I have been known to apply unnecessary amounts of chapstick, browse online for dresses, look at webcomics, play with Google maps, cut out funny pictures from the junk mail the office receives, draw and color dinosaurs, etc. Wow, when I mention all the things I do when I'm not working, my job sounds super awesome. But don't think that I neglect my work; I just that efficient that I have so much extra time on my hands.

National Dictionary Day

Hi everyone! Based on a previous post last week, y'all know I finally got a fancy phone that can do all sorts of things. No, I don't mean to brag about some piece of technology that with every passing day inches closer and closer to utter obsolescence, but I do want to point out that there is a very handy and awesome app for the Merriam-Webster Dictionary.

It's true. I love words. So much. I'm not always the best at using the wide range of vocabulary I possess in my head, but I do enjoy thinking about it, using these fancy words in my writing here and there. Also, when I stumble upon an unknown word, I always find the need to learn its meaning, its origin, and its evolution.

Anyway, if you have an iPhone or an Android, promptly make your way to the FREE Merriam-Webster app. You really won't regret it. There's even a "word of the day" so you can learn one new word (or remember an old word that you once learned) every single day. ALSO, it's National Dictionary Day today (in honor of Mr. Webster's birthday), so it is my pleasure to share with y'all...my TWO FAVORITE WORDS in the whole wide world (illustrated so y'all can better understand and remember these magnificent words).

1. abscond - v. to depart secretly and hide oneself

abscond (v.)

2. pariah - n. one that is despised or rejected; outcast

pariah (n.)

Pretty cool words, right?? :)

I might be back to share a song this evening...or I might not. I'm officially on vacation as soon as we shut the office down for the day. Boy, am I ready for a vacation. I have so much stuff to work on (both for fun and because I have to), but I'm excited! And by the way, I got those definitions from my oh-so-cool dictionary app, if you couldn't have guessed haha.

Have a great day!

Dreamin' Dancin'

It's been what...like two or so weeks...?...since I last wrote. Do I feel terrible about it? Just a little, but I've been transitioning to Fall-mode, and that means lots and lots of daydreams, singing, humming, driving, and apparently, also dancing.

Ha, not in real life in public...yet. But dancing has begun to creep into my dreams as of late. Allow me to share the weirdest dream I've had this year:

So I'm walking around with some family, headed to a public library (which as far as I know, does not exist), and blah blah blah---this part's not too important---the POINT is, leaving the library, we're walking towards our car (which is not a car we have), when I see a ruffian in a hooded robe coming closer and closer to us. My first thoughts: hmm, is it Halloween already? Let's pretend we're not scared by his hooded attire and walk away. But then...I see this miscreant pull out a crowbar and start trying to break into our car! I became upset and started running at him, ready to attack. It's at this moment that I realize I'm wearing heels but I try to ignore this little detail. The miscreant looks intimidated, drops the crowbar, and starts running away. I yell out "Yeah bastard, you better run away!" but this is a bad choice on my part, because he heads back our way. The miscreant booms "YOU WANNA FIGHT?" To which I say, "Yeah let's fight!...DANCE FIGHT!"

It's at this moment that I break out in some awkward and probably really dumb (even for dream standards) dance. And I'm humming my own beat to get some rhythm flowing. I finish my dance and then it's the miscreant's turn. He breaks out his own routine. Meanwhile, my mind is concocting a way to distract him from hurting us, and when he finishes, I say, "See? You are good at something!" And then I wake up.

This is how I felt in my dream...(source via)

But that's not all. Right before I woke up this morning, I recall the following:

I'm in my childhood home, in the kitchen, and I tell my younger sister to video record me while I twirl around in the air like some sort of ballerina. She obeys and when I'm done twirling, I see the recording. I'm like a magical twirler, because I seriously propel myself in the air and stay afloat twirling for what seems a really long time. Then my grandmother (who is a very small woman) does it too!! And all I can say to myself is "Wow, must be genetic!"

Yup, now I feel like dancing. Anything really, even though I'm a terrible dancer...though I will admit, when I consciously fully decide to dance ridiculously, that's when everyone else think I'm doing a good job. Whatever, it still feels weird to me!

"HOWDY HOWDY HOWDY!"

What's my favorite scene ever from Toy Story, you ask? Ok, maybe y'all don't care, but if you are in fact wondering...this is my favorite scene EVER in the entire history of Toy Story movies. Enjoy:



A toy shark pretending to be Woody??? No other character can top his awesomeness...or should I say...JAW-esomeness????? Ok, I'm almost finished here with the terrible plays on words...but I have one more thing to share (I was almost only going to share this with ONE lovely human, but since it brings so much joy to me whenever I see it, I just have to share this with anyone who might stumble upon this teenytinytidbit post!)



Whoever created this: YOU ARE AWESOME.

 A special thanks goes out to my younger sister: she knows how much I love this scene and how much I like to pretend to be the shark pretending to be Woody at random times in random places; her googling skills are amazing---she can find ANYTHING.

Here's to hoping y'all have Toy Story in some way or other run through your minds today! :)

P.S. I guess I'm starting my "Favorite Things" segment early this year? Unintentionally, I guess!

Negligence, or Sparse Blogging Apology

Uhm....HAIIIIIIII EVERYONEEEEE...I feel terrible for being a well, terrible person and not taking the time to write and share all of my oh-so-wonderful-only-kinda-not-wonderful stories with you all.

I'M REALLY REALLY SORRY, GUYS, I HAVE SO MUCH STUFF TO WRITE THAT I'M KIND OF OVERWHELMED.

Overwhelmed not because I feel I have to write for you guys specifically, but rather because I love to write, and the fact that I'm not doing what I like just makes me feel like a bad person. I've neglected the storytelling section of my brain and that makes me sad. Do y'all wanna know why I've been away?

Calculus. Damn you Calculus. Slowly creeping into my life through the classes and homework assignments, then invading my quotidian (usually reserved for daydreaming) thoughts, and then...and then, Calculus had the AUDACITY to completely destroy the sanctity of my bedtime slumber.

Yes. Oh yes, I had math nightmares. Four nights in a row. Recurring. Trying to find derivatives and writing out the solutions step-by-step.

Accept this MS Paint drawing as a form of apology. PLEASE!?

Anyway, since the start of the SUMMER OF MATH, I've been a little caught up with studying and whatnot, and for that very exact reason, I have been unable to write as often as I would have liked to. That, and work has been a little busier, which is perfectly alright, I think.

Anyway, I sadly missed this week's Music Monday, but I'll make up for it, I promise. I'm currently working on a really cool post about something I saw today, in particular, so it should *should* be a really enjoyable read. Till then, I hope y'all are having a great week! :)

The Ballad of Mr. Buggy

The Ballad of Mr. Buggy

Got in a stranger's car

Needed to get away from my hometown

Didn't know where this car was headin'

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Lost in midnight's darkness

No way out of this forgotten 'mobile

No goin' back, no way no how

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

It's a-thunderin' hard

Confessin' my last small sins to the world

Scared froze'--preparin' to meet death

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

~~~The sun awakes me~~~

~~~Life shines upon me~~~

~~~My journey goes on!~~~

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Must be on a spaceship

'cos ev'ryone looks like a blur to me

Gotta enjoy this while I can

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

A sudden turn, that's all

"Why we stoppin'?" I ask from a distance

"That's it, Buggy, end of the ride!"

~~~I look around, windin' down~~~

~~~Look how far I've travelled~~~

~~~Time to start a-new my dears~~~

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime



I want to dedicate The Ballad of Mr. Buggy to my older sister, who unknowingly had a stowaway bug in her car. Oh, and of course, this is dedicated to the star of this ballad, Mr. Buggy.

Mr. Buggy on the window.

"Nice to meet ya!" - Mr. Buggy.



Please tell me Mr. Buggy was a dangerous bug. We made him get out of the car when we got to work. Farewell, Mr. Buggy!! Happy travels!