Even with all this free time that I have had recently, I still somehow manage to forget that a good way to spend some of it would be to write a new blog post. But I’m here now, so this is what I got:
I just watched a British movie and heard some things I had never heard before. Two greetings stuck out in particular that they used quite often. One was “Heyya” and the other was “Watcha”. I love the Brits and their unique vocabularies. They speak the same language we do and yet they sound infinitely more interesting and witty. How is that?
I’ve got one more day left in my Class 8 soccer refereeing certification class and I will be an official official. The class is quite difficult after having spent the majority of my life around the sport and have devoted nearly half of my self-concept to the game. I say that with no sarcasm at all…I was determined to get a perfect 100/100 on the multiple part test, but I was disappointed today when I missed 1. I’m not too upset though, because I’m positive I’m still in the running for winning a prize as one of the top 3 test scorers. The class wouldn’t be so terrible if it were without this guy named Prince, who, cannot for the life of him stop arguing with the instructor about rules that he believes are right. I wish he would just shut it so we can get on with it and get out of there. At least the place is air conditioned…
I wanted to mention the new obsession I’ve found with a certain culinary combo. It’s simple really, yet not quite the most traditional. You ready? Peanut butter and vanilla yogurt. Sound crazy? Try it. The textures go surprisingly well together. You just put a little PB on the end of a spoon, dunk it in the yogurt, and snack away. Delicious.
Also, I have no idea if anyone else does this or something similar, but sometimes, I will be listening to a conversation, watching a movie, or listening to music, pretty much any type communication where talking is involved, and a random phrase will get stuck in my head. It gets stuck because I will take that phrase and count out the syllables of the phrase on my fingers, alternating back and forth, 1 finger on each hand. I will repeat the phrase over and over in my head and each time count out the syllables on my fingers, mixing up the direction and speed as I go. The phrase is typically short, no more than probably 12 syllables long, but I never know that when I pick it out, which is why I count. And it’s never anything special, it could be the most mundane sentence and for some reason my brain will count it out. It’s something I’ve always done, for no reason in particular, that I felt like sharing.
I also sometimes think of brilliant poetic lines in my head that I always tell myself I should write down, but never do. Typically they happen as I’m laying in bed thinking, hence the laziness to find a notepad. Maybe I’ll start mining that creative juice at a less tired time and see what I come up with. The problem is, it’s hard to sit and think of something, it mostly just comes to me out of nothing. I don’t really have a creative switch I can turn on and off. Or maybe I do…I’ll have to do some bioelectrical spelunking inside of myself sometime soon and see what I find.
One more thing: I played some guitar today after I ate my delicious dinner that I made for myself which consisted of what is now becoming a regular dish: the mustard/breadcrumb covered chicken salad w/ homemade vinaigrette. J. Wigs taught me that one and it is quickly becoming a favorite of mine. But about the guitar sesh…I felt as though my skill had increased significantly out of no where, my strumming hand just seemed to be working so well now. Speaking of J. Wigs, I had a conversation with him about playing guitar pertaining how when you reach a level of skill when you are able to express yourself creatively with your hands, it’s an amazing feeling. Tonight, as I realized my hands could do more than I thought they could, I was able to reach that point. It may not have sounded like much, but I had never felt myself release so much emotion and creative energy with just my hands. It really is an amazing feeling. I think I’m starting to enjoy this whole guitar playing thing…
More to come soon, including pictures! Hasta luego