Can I turn off my nose?

Ugh. Saturday I woke up with a sore throat and other ickynesses that contribute to a cold. I got up, went to work at 7:30, and by 10 was going nuts. I was tired, had no energy and just general I-have-a-cold-I-don't-feel-well-ness. To make matters worse, my replacement was 10 minutes late and said he would probably be another 20 minutes finishing up what he was doing. I must've looked really sick, desperate or about ready to throttle him because he said he'd take over and finish what he was doing when my manager got back from lunch. For the rest of Saturday I did just about nothing. I watched an episode of something (I can't even remember what show it was) and fell asleep several times. I would wake up just long enough to pee, blow my nose or text someone. Sunday wasn't much better. I woke up and immediately realized I was in no condition to go to church. I tried to go back to bed was couldn't sleep so I finished a book Dave had lent me about a forensic entomologist. Talked with Nenu for a while, watched some rifftrax samples and riffed political ads. By that point I was feeling quite a bit better and even considered going to the Randlett's to watch some football. But once I started moving around, *BAM* exhaustion hit and I realized I might still be contagious. So I slept some more, and watched Star Wars A New Hope, Extreme Makeover Home Edition, and half of Star Wars The Empire Strikes Back. I think my brain is mush.
Monday dawned and with it brought hope of a better day. My sore throat was gone gone gone. My nose almost stopped dripping. I had some energy. Life was good! I got stuff done. I got to hang out with Dave and watch the first half of the Steelers game.
So you would think that today I would be even better. *buzzer* WRONG! Today my sore throat came back, my nose is driving me up the wall(!) and my eyes are all itchy and red and obnoxious.
I hate being sick.
Oh, and I have to work later. Lucky me.

I'm Bored

I can't even begin to count the amount of times I have said that in my lifetime. They were probably the first words I said as a baby. Counting from then all the way up to no less than a few days ago, I've probably said it 8,247,672,896 times. Give or take.
Today, while listening to country music (Kenny Chesney's When The Sun Goes Down with Uncle Kracker, to be exact) I realized something about the phrase "I'm bored." It is not said when there is nothing to be done. It is not said when every other activity has been exhausted. It's not even said when you maybe don't want to color or play legos but still want something to do. It is said when there is something you should be doing, and aren't. It is said when you want an excuse to get out of cleaning your room. It is said when you know you should be emptying the dishwasher or researching that paper due Friday, and instead you're trying to read a book or make your Halloween costume early, but just can't concentrate on ANYTHING. Your messy room, unmade bed, over-grown lawn, whatever, is tugging at the corners of your mind. Reminding, reminding, reminding, spoiling whatever activity you're using to distract yourself.
Speaking of distracting oneself, a half-written essay on the peoples of Pakistan and Bangladesh is tugging on the corners of my mind.

Thoughts

"Come on...lose your life just so you can find it."
My friend Kat's away message jumped out at me just now. I really shouldn't be up. I was putting up an away message when I noticed my friend Mike online. Mike's at college so I haven't talked to him in a while. We ended up talking for a while (still are actually), about a very thought provoking (for me at least anyway) subject, long enough for Kat to change her away message from a tongue-twister to the above quote.
God works in mysterious ways. Just when I was feeling like my life was falling apart. I have so many things to do this fall. I'm working part time. I'm organizing a fundraiser that is supposed to happen October 24th. I'm Jan's intern this year so I have to be at PI every Wednesday. I have a small part in a community play that I was an idiot to even try out for this fall. My bedroom is a mess and Natalie is spending the weekend here. Natalie's baby is due in one month, within a week of the fundraiser, a three-day conference my parents are attending and something else that I can't remember. Just when I feel my life is falling apart. Just when I start to think of telling people heck with this I can't do it and running away to Europe to live on the streets of London, God, through Kat's away message, subtly reminds me how one must lose their life to find it.

Matthew 10:39 "Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it."

Matthew 16:25, Mark 8:35, Luke 9:24, and Luke 17:33 also all say essentially the same thing. One thing the Bible does is repeat things that really matter. Not that anything in the Bible is unimportant, but rather some things are more -for lack of a better word- relevant than others.

I'm dumb

After the day I just had, I really should be asleep already. In fact, while waiting for a ride from work (mom forgot me, lovely, eh?), I decided that I was going to get home, eat something, be in bed by 10, and get a nice long night of sleep. Unfortunately, the eating part took a little longer than planned and then the lappy was just sitting there on the table calling my name reminding me that I hadn't seen the cast list for my self, hadn't checked my email lately, hadn't checked my blogs, hadn't posted today. So here I am, writing a pointless blog entry while my uber dry, contact-deprived eyes* are watering and getting all red, making me look like I just lost my grandma.
I'm sure I looked horrible at work today. I went almost all-out today with dressing up a little and makeup, etc. because it was the first day of PI, the first fundraiser meeting, and work after. So I was wearing eyeshadow and liner. At work, my eyes decided to be stupid and get all dry and itchy, so I was putting drops in my eyes every ten minutes or so. No joke. I must've looked well, like I just lost my grandma. :-P
I have decided that one thing I will do to keep this blog a little more updated than my xanga was is I will forgo most of my editing. I have found that when I try to edit my stuff beyond simple grammar and spelling errors, I often edit it out of existence. So if I miss a few here and there, or you can't understand my sentence structure for the life of you, don't worry. You're not alone. I probably can't understand it either.
Two more things I will try to do: one, dramatically reduce the amount of sentences I write that start with "So,"; two, try, try, try not to say 'like' anymore than is absolutely necessary. Ya know, like? *shudder*

*More on why my eyes are contact-deprived later.

Getting Started

After much deliberation, I finally took the plunge and started a blog. And, after only a little less deliberation, I settled on the title: "Words, Like Silent Raindrops Fell." Alas, though, for it is not of my own creation, but from the brilliant minds of Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel, and their song "Sounds of Silence."
I haven't really listened to Simon and Garfunkel much at all lately. I saw a list of 5 of Pioneerwoman's favorite S&G songs on her site. One of which was Sounds of Silence, with the lines: "In restless dreams I walked alone...narrow streets of cobblestone." I almost went with Narrow Streets of Cobblestone, but it didn't 'speak' to me like I expected the perfect title to, so I looked up the lyrics and found the perfect gem that 'spoke' volumes to me. Actually, I just really liked it and no matter what anyone said, I was using it. Muahaha.
Now I've been listening to S&G for the past hour or so.
I am going to go and finish customizing my site because that's the funnest part of anything new - customizing.