Monday, November 8, 2010

Day 4 (Posted on Day 5)- Oooooooookay…

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).

Important stuff.

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.

Day 3 (Posted on Day 5)- Where Everybody Knows Your Name


I realize I am a very fortunate person when it comes to friendships. Not only do I have some of the greatest friends, but I have friends all over this general region (and beyond). It’s a given that I have friends in my hometown, Idaho Falls, but I also feel like I’ve got a decent group of people that I call friends in Boise, Idaho; Missoula, Montana; Logan, Utah; Salt Lake City, Utah; and Orem/Provo, Utah (I realize the semi-colons aren’t grammatically correct. It’s just looks confusing to list different places).

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”

I've got those high school friends...


I've got those swimming pool friends...


I've got those cousin friends...


I've got those hometown friends...


I've got those Snake River friends...


I've got those late-night friends...


I've got those Utah State friends...


I've got those artist friends...


I've got those Boise friends...


I've got those mountain-top friends...


I've got those hill-top friends...



...And I've got a lot others. I really am a very fortunate person.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Day 2- OH MY LANDS!

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?

No?

Okay.

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 Utah State, and said it at least 55 times a day. Everyone hated it so much… Or at least everyone wanted to hate it. It was just too funny to hate.

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

Day 1- The Ordinary Obscurities of Logan C Meyers

So apparently, this “thirty day blogger” thingy-majigger has been going around and a lot of people are “jumping on the band-wagon” and blogging about specific topics for thirty consecutive days. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I only follow a total of four blogs, so I was completely unaware of this “goal.”

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:

  1. Ever since I move the Orem, Utah, 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 “Zion.” I just feel bad for the uglies.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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…
  6. 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.
  7. 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 Aquatic Center. They were all pretty great. The only job that I’ve ever had that I absolutely hated was Shopko. It was terrible.
  8. 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.
  9. 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.
  10. 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.
  11. When I visit my home town I still feel like a “townie”, even though I’ve lived outside of Idaho Falls for two years since graduation.
  12. Another new development since I’ve lived in Orem is my love for Independent Newspapers. I love them. Weekly, I read the independent school news paper (The V), City Weekly, Provo’s The Vanguard, and Salt Lake Underground (SLUG). If you know of any other good local, independent newspapers, send them this way!
  13. I really hope my mom reads my blog.
  14. 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.
  15. 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

Uninspired

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 new city is odd. And it seems like every city brings different, odd feelings. In Logan, Utah, the odd sentiment was loneliness. In Orem, Utah, loneliness isn’t so odd any more (which is kind of odd, in and of itself). Here, everyone tries to show you how (and encourages you) to be just like them… But that doesn’t even seem as odd as I anticipated. I don’t know exactly what it is, but something is just unusual.

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 Utah State, I envy a “proper” college experience. Friends, parties, beer pong- the usual. When I was at Utah State, I gave up on making friends after the first four months of each school year, but here at Utah Valley, because of this jealousy, I’ve been going to every social outing I can get myself into. Concerts in the Courtyard, University Malls, Dance Parties, Open Mics, and even Pancake Parties.

The thing that I think bugs me about Utah Valley is that everyone is so ordinary. It seems like nobody has a story. Nobody can explain why they are the way they are, except for saying, “It’s the way my parents and my God want me to be.” It’s really unfortunate, if you ask me. At times I feel like I’d be a better fit in places like Boise, Missoula, or Seattle, and the fact that I didn’t discover this sooner really upsets me.

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

The end of an era

As many know, on Friday August 13, 2010, I worked my last day at the Ammon Swimming Pool. To most this isn't a big deal, but for me it was a very emotional ordeal. I worked at the Ammon Pool for seven years. It was my first job, and effected my life greatly.
As a "thank you" to my boss, I wrote a nice little story, and told her how the pool has changed my life. This will mean nothing to almost everyone in my life, but I know that some people want to read what I wrote, so I'll post it here.
It is very long.


"I wish my head could remember all the amazing pool stories that were created during the past seven summers of my life. There are many experiences that I look back on today and smile because of the happiness that these moments still bring.

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."

Sunday, July 25, 2010

what's the opposite of writer's block?


All I want to do right now is write. I want to write about my days, I want to write about my summer, I what to write about my ideal future. It's strange where I can find inspiration. Tonight it comes from the siblings, acquaintances, and my daily routine.


Almost every day starts with a top 40 hit. Sometimes it's Lady Gaga singing about Alejandro, sometimes it's Hailey Williams singing about airplanes, and sometimes it's even Justin Beiber naively reminiscing his first "love." What can I say? I live in Idaho Falls, and therefore my alarm clock is set to z103; I'm not ashamed. No matter the song, volume, or content, my constant lack of R.E.M. forces my heart to skip and my head to jolt up with overwhelming anxiety.
"OH LORD! WHAT TIME IS IT!?" ... It's only 7:16am.
As I lay back down to collect my consciousness, the temperature becomes very audible. Cold. The pro and the con to having a bed in the basement. I curl into the orthodox fetal position, continue listening to the songs that, as likely as not, I cannot stand to listen to. This is all part of the tactic of getting myself out of bed, and although it never works in the beginning, it always ends up being my final motivation to get on with the day.
Every few minutes I'll look at the clock. Those red, digital digits can inform me of what time it is, but they can never remind me when it is that I need to be out of my house and in my car. "7:28am"... "What time did I leave yesterday?"... "7:32am"... "What time did I get to the pool yesterday?"... "7:37am"... "Ugh. I really need to get out of bed. I need to be to work in... Uhh... 23 minutes."... "7:40am, okay, that it, I'm going to have to rush myself; let's go."
I waver out of bed, strip down to absolutely nothing, put my swimming suit on, and walk out of my room. To the left I notice Cameron, still asleep; television still on from a few hours ago, tossing and turning on the leather couch. I'm not conservative with the amount of noise that I make as I walk up the stairs. "I hope I woke him up." I presumptuously think to myself, "he kept me up all night, and he needs to know how early I wake up every morning."
On my way out the door I quickly stop to urinate, and then I walk out th
e door, get into my car, turn on my music (this time something I prefer to listen to), and I drive away.

I make the turns required to leave the drowsy subdivision I woke up in. Driving is the same everyday. Less people on the roads than you'd think there would be this close to 8:00am. "But look, there is a jogger, there's an old man on a bike, and oh, I'm pretty sure I saw that girl walking yesterday at this time! I sure hope drivers don't pay attention to me when I run down this street on those few, impulsive evenings..."
It's 7:44am. "I swear I looked at the clock at this exact time yeste
rday! Except yesterday I was about 300 feet behind where I am now. I must be making good time!" At this point in the day, my mind is feeling more dynamic, and I can now take satisfaction in these small victories.
Consistently, I arrive at the pool between 7:48am and 7:51am. "Perfect!" I seem to be one of the first cars in the parking lot, but at least I'll have enough time to make a few jokes, neglect my sunscreen, grab some Ocean Wonders, and motivate myself to jump in the pool.
At 8:00am... Or more typically, 8:01am, I put on my happy tone and yell "COME ON IN AND FIND YOUR TEACHERS! ... Uhh... But... DON'T GET IN THE WATER UNLESS YOUR TEACHER IS THERE!" I watch the anxious children run to there classes, and the remaining teachers saunter out of the office to get in the water. Hey, they much be
just as excited as I am to teach this morning. As I command my "minnows" to do eight "bobs" (yes, I realize that you don't know what either of those terms mean.), I bask in the glory that is being a swimming lesson teacher. And not only that, but being a seven year veteran of this morning routine. I can hardly believe I'm the one "callin' 'em in", and denying the sanction of turning on the pool heater. Seven years ago I was a fifteen year old that thought I knew what I was doing. I moped out of the office at 8:00am, but craved the respect. I loved the job, but never thought I'd spend the better part of a decade doing it. I've had this job longer than I've had most of my friends. I've had this job since before my first day of high school. I've had this job since before most of these kids were born. It seems surreal.
Going through the motions of teaching elementary backstroke is familiar, but always has it's differences. I tell these kids to resist the blunder of breaking the surface of the water, and the importance of hooking their feet. As I allow the last swimmer the embark of the journey across the pool, I look up at the clock and realize it's only 8:16pm. One hour since I was startled by my alarm clock.

It's going to be a long day. And while taking comfort in knowing I'll do the same thing again tomorrow, I can't imagine spending the summer any other way.