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I have a lot of habit. I suppose I even have some habits that would be considered “bad habits.” But I’m completely content with all these little antics. Behaviors like biting my nails don’t bother me at all. In fact, I MUCH prefer biting my nails over using finger nail clippers. I hate the sound, and I hate the feeling of getting my finger nails clipped. I don’t know why.
“Day 4-A habit that you wish you didn't have”
I’m going to stretch this post topic a bit. Rather than dealing with a habit I don’t like, I’m going to talk about something I do that I really should be able to control. I guess maybe that is a habit. Maybe not.
In a lot of situations, I wish I could control the tone of my voice better. With a lot of what I say, the way I say it means a lot more than the words that are actually said.
I’m sarcastic. I’m hilarious. I’m hilarious because of my sarcasm. But a lot of times, I’ll use my sarcastic tone when saying something serious, and this has caused a lot of tension in some conversations. My tone makes me sound like I’m disregarding the meaning, when really, I’m just saying a word or sentence in a way that it shouldn’t be said.
The best example I can think of to illustrate the importance of voice tone is the word, “okay.”
“Oooooookay…” said Jessica Grimaud (This means you just said something awkward, and she feels embarrassed for you).
“Oh, okay.” said Michael House (He says this quickly. It means you’re being sarcastic or joking, and he’s writing it off as just that).
“Okayyy” said Logan Meyers (This means you just asked me to do something, and I made it sound like I complied with your request, but I’m not really going to do a thing).
Well, I’m off to my first day of work at my new job. I’ll try my best to control my tone. But, I can guarantee that more than half my conversations will be at least moderately sarcastic.
The reason I bring this up is because day three’s topic is “a picture of you and your friends,” And there is not a picture in existence that includes me and all of my friends. So, I think I’ll just post multiple pictures. Here we go:
“Day 3- A picture of you and your friends”
Friday, November 5, 2010
One blog down. They only get worse from here, so don’t get too excited.
“Day 2-The meaning behind your Blog name”
My blog name is omylands because ohmylands was taken.
Is that good enough?
Well, when I first had the idea of creating a blog, I had no idea what I wanted to write about. Shortly after having this writer's block, me and my girlfriend at the time “called it quits.” I suddenly had something to write about. Something that shouldn’t be shared on the internet. So, I thought, “I’ll just create a secret blog!”
Essentially, I wanted a blog name that had minimal ties to me, but very indirectly. I wanted to make it so that if a friend stumbled upon this site, they could use the clues to figure out that it was me, but not be able to prove it.
“Oh my lands” is a phrase that I adopted during my sophomore year at
After about five posts in this secret blogging realm, I got sick of writing for no one but myself, so I deleted the personal posts, and posted my URL on Facebook.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Lately I’ve wanted to write very badly. The problem is that everything I want to blog about is either too personal for the internet, or things that people just don’t care about. So, I guess I’ll do it, at least until I get sick of it.
“Day 1- Recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself”
I don’t take many pictures these days, and I’m in even less. I don’t know why that is.
This picture was taken I few weeks ago at Lagoon. It was a great day. I even ate an Oreo, and I don’t even like Oreos.
Now. The 15 interesting facts about me. Huh? Looking over the list of future blogs for these next thirty days, it looks like it’s going to be hard to not mention things now that will be mentioned in later blogs. I’ll try:
- Ever since I move the
, I can’t help but notice how attractive people are. It’s crazy. Now, I’m not saying that I’m sexually attracted to every person I see in Utah Valley, or even that I’m sexually attracted to anyone in Utah Valley. However, what I am saying is that everyone in this area takes good care of themselves. Everyone’s jogging, everyone’s eating salads, and everyone’s spending thousands of dollars on clothes every year… Either that or this really is “ Orem, Utah .” I just feel bad for the uglies. Zion
- Right now, I’m long boarding more than ever in my life, and I give 100% of the credit to being in college. All I need are some thick(er) rimmed glasses and love for BYU football, and I’ll be a part of every local social circle.
- Lately, I really like doing puzzles. I mean, I’ve always liked doing puzzles. The problem was that no one would do them with me. But now that I’ve convinced Michael of the benefits of putting together puzzles, it’s an activity of growing popularity. I like doing puzzles of cats, dragons, dinosaurs, and Jesus.
- Speaking of Jesus. Ever since I moved to “The Bubble,” I talk about Jesus a lot. Not in the way that everyone else is talking about Jesus though. I like to push the limits, and see what I can say about Jesus (while only being partially sacrilegious) before people start to get uncomfortable. This is definitely my favorite thing about living here. This is ENTIRELY Rachel’s fault. Thanks.
- As many know, a lot of my time is occupied by leisurely listening to music. Not just in my car either. One of the most used electronic accessories in my home is the computer speakers in my living room. It’s not unusual for me to sit on the couch and do nothing but listen to music. Maybe it’s because I don’t have cable television or internet access…
- I wish I had more time to draw. Actually, I wish I had more motivation to draw. I’ve got plenty of time. I think it’s kind of too bad that once I became an art major, I stopped caring about my art. Mostly just because art became an assignment. I hope that won’t happen with audio production, but I’m sure it will.
- I’ve been very fortunate with employment. I’ve also been very fortunate with unemployment. But anyway, what I’m getting at is that I’ve loved almost every job I’ve ever had. The Ammon Pool, Best Buy, and even the
. They were all pretty great. The only job that I’ve ever had that I absolutely hated was Shopko. It was terrible. Aquatic Center
- I’ve got two tattoos that only a handful of people know about. One tattoo is my homage to my time at the Ammon Pool, and the other signifies my dedication to my friends. I like theme (I meant to write “them”… But I also like “theme,” so I’ll leave the typo). During my early to mid-teen years, I always wanted to get a tattoo. During my late-teen years, I wanted to wait to see which direction my life would take before I got a tattoo. By the time I turned twenty, I knew that someday I would have a tattoo. Now I have a couple tattoos.
- Some nights I get really scared. I guess you could say that I’m afraid of the dark. I hate lying in my empty, silent room at 3:33am. It’s the worst. I usually just close my eyes and ignore the time.
- My “bucket list” is comprised of things that I’ve already done. I just want to do these things again so that I can appreciate them more the second or third time around.
- When I visit my home town I still feel like a “townie”, even though I’ve lived outside of
for two years since graduation. Idaho Falls
- Another new development since I’ve lived in
is my love for Independent Newspapers. I love them. Weekly, I read the independent school news paper (The V), City Weekly, Orem ’s The Vanguard, and Salt Lake Underground (SLUG). If you know of any other good local, independent newspapers, send them this way! Provo
- I really hope my mom reads my blog.
- I’m still obsessed with Lost. The series ended eight months ago, but I still like watching it noticing things I didn’t notice the first time around. I also read Lost literature. This makes me feel like the Lost equivalent of a Trekie. However, embarrassingly enough, I can’t imagine me watching Lost more regularly than I watch The OC.
- For the past two years, I’ve been VERY into PostSecret (www.postsecret.com). When I meet someone that also loves PostSecret, I automatically love them. I save the PostSeccrets that I feel relate to me in one way or another, and when I’m feeling down, I go through my hundreds of PostSecrets and consider reconciling my relationships, but obviously, I never do.
How’s that? Good enough? That’s what I though.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with one leg perched; the other, semi-crossed with my ankle resting on my knee. Does my body really hate sleep this much? Even during the silent hours of the early morning, my legs must desperately attempt to wake me up? I just doesn’t make any sense. Sleep means sleeping.
Living in a
I feel completely uninspired, and I don’t even know what that means. Although I’m happy everyday, everyday has the same routine, the same location, and the same meaning. I suppose this isn’t a bad thing; there should be meaning to each day. But where’s the spontaneity? When I wake up comfortably around 9:30am or 10:00am, I know exactly how the day will play out. The cerebral security is almost unfortunate.
Because of these habitual days, I try to make it a point to get lost during the evening. The other day, I wandered the neighboring roads on foot for a couple hours of the night. I’ve never taken refuge in wandering, but in a new town it’s almost exhilarating. While walking down roads I’ve never been on and seeing houses and businesses I’ve never seen, I feel as if I’m becoming acquainted with my own life. It’s fine.
I want so badly to make good friends. Because of the small, tight-knit group of friends that was created while I was attending
The thing that I think bugs me about
I’ll continue my endeavor to meet interesting people. I won’t give up after a few short months this time. Look at me finally trying to “be bold.”
Now, despite the peculiar timbre of this area, I do kind of enjoy it here. Things are so mellow. I live with one of my best friends, and it’s been easy for me to be passionate about school. Also, I seem to be losing weight, which seems to be the neo-American Dream. I’m happy to, at least, be happy most of the day.
Monday, August 16, 2010
In 2004 when I started at the pool, I immediately hit it off with Jessica Hall! Throughout the next two years, she and I were best buddies! We created many inside jokes and even started a few traditions that I continued to the end; one of those traditions being the “Pool Jamz Diskz!” Everything about these mix CDs were very specific, from “Pool Party” being the first track, down to the way we spelt “discs.” The CDs contained songs that reminded us of summer, in general, and song that reminded us of each other. Jessica and I both take music very seriously, so we spent a lot of time thinking about what songs would go on to these mixes, and we spent even more time listening to these CDs on repeat, over and over again! I continued this until the very last summer, and always love it when people compliment my choice of summer music!
Something that Jessica liked to joke about was the fact that when I was going into my sophomore year of high school, she was going into her sophomore year of college. We always talked about how in an alternate universe, we were both the same age and both attended the same academic level. This is where the idea of Pool Prom came from! Since she would be a senior in college when I was a senior in high school, we would just have to create our own prom at the pool. At this prom, we would have Ocean Water and Tots from Sonic as refreshments, we would use pool rings as crocuses and boutonnières, and the dance flood would be a giant sheet of plexi-glass over the deep end!
During my first few years at the pool, I also became very close friends with Arianne Chadwick. Arianne and I didn’t just work together, but we also practically lived together during the first years of college, and influenced my life greatly. We have countless jokes that no one else in the world would laugh at or even understand. One of my favorite pool stories with Arianne happened in 2007. It was during one of those nights that we decided to have a sleepover at the pool (which is a great story in itself!). Very early in the morning, aroung 4:00am, I woke up because I heard absolutely nothing. Typically, the sound of nothing would be very refreshing, at the pool however, it means something is wrong; it means the pump shut off! I shook Arianne who was sleeping a foot away from me, “Do you hear that?” Arianne woke up slightly, and looked me in the eyes. “No, I don’t hear anything…” “EXACTLY! THE PUMP IS OFF!”
Arianne just stared at me for a second and laid back down. This left it up to me to get the pump up and running again… But, I had no idea how to turn on the pump, at the time, and I was half-asleep. I managed to get the pump on, and then I went back to sleep.
When we woke up in the morning I sarcastically thanked Arianne for helping me with the pump, but she had no idea what I was talking about. She didn’t even remember me waking her up!
Another thing that comes to mind is when I created “Walter Melon.” We had an extra watermelon from the week before that had just been sitting in the office for almost a week. At that point I decided that I need to put this melon to good use. First, I put the watermelon under a basket at the bottom of the deep end, and let it sit there for a class or two. After this lost its novelty, I brought it back into the office, stuck a pencil in it, and drew a face on it. It was a safety day, so I just carried the water melon, now Walter Melon, around with me to all my classes, and even put it in the boat with my classes! At the end of the day, I decided that the only for me to properly dispose of Walter would be to smash him on the ground in the back of the pool. All the staff gathered around, and I smashed him on the sidewalk!
Some of my favorite memories were created every other week on Safety Day. It’s no secret that, “Safety Day is my favorite day!” During my first few years at the pool, I would always get excited for Safety Day! I tried for hard to be funny, from the way I would deliver “the Dave talk,” to the way I would teach the reaching and throwing assist! It’s always been a lot of fun for me, and up until the last Safety Day, I would always have kids request me to direct the rescue breathing discussion.
After a seven year run at the Ammon Pool, you think that I would be bursting out every seam with pool stories of mishaps, awkward situations, and hysterical experiences. Unfortunately, I cannot recall too many tales from my personal Ammon Pool era. What I can recall, however, are the thousands of memories that were created with the help of all the wonderful people that have entered my life, thanks to the pool.
I owe the Ammon Pool for far too many of my significant life experiences. When I started at the pool, I was fifteen years old. Seven years is a long time; one third of my life. The pool helped me become comfortable with who I am, it helped me take pride in stepping out of my comfort zone, and it helped me feel accepted among entire demographics that I otherwise never would have been in contact with. I’ve met hundreds of parents and thousands of children, and, maybe because of my self-gratifying personality, I like to feel like I’ve made a difference in a lot of these lives. Additionally, and more significantly, the pool is a place that I associate with building life-long friendships, falling in love, and being greatly influenced by mentors like you.
Jenn, I will never forget the time that I spent at the pool. It was absolutely amazing and I have you to thank. I am so thankful and happy that I was able to meet you and create a friendship with you that I will cherish for the rest of my life. Your positive way of thinking has effected and influenced me greatly.
So, as I leave the pool office for the last time on August 13, 2010, it will not be hard to keep nothing but positive feelings in my heart. I miss definitely miss the memories that were created and the feeling that arise when I step into a ninety degree swimming pool at 8:00am on a cold June morning, but I have gained so much during these past seven years. Thanks for letting me tag along."