Stress

Classes started, I don't wanna talk about it.

Haha, actually I had 2 JMC classes that were really cool. It was nice to have a little bit of reassurance on the major choice. Umm but that was after one day and we haven't done anything yet, so... we'll see how it goes. Also, theatre people are hilarious. Just so dramatic during regular speech. I think I'm going to drop theatre appreciation and be crazy dramatic about it. Like this:

Welp, I was going to do a dialogue of me angrily leaving the class but it was just terrible. Seriously you should be glad I didn't do it, it was so not funny.

I'll be honest, blogging was not on the agenda tonight. I was about to go to bed and got a sudden burst of energy. Oh sweet, perfect. A burst of energy at midnight. That's helpful. How about some energy IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKING DAY. Seriously, Tyler's beginning to think that I have some kind of medical condition that makes me tired all the time. Sorry mom and dad, "You're just growing" is no longer an acceptable diagnosis. (Mom - feel free to send vitamins. The gummy bear kind would be AMAZING! You're the best. With or without healthy gummy bears.) I seriously thought a coffee pot in my room would solve the problem. Naive. And now using the word "naive" has prompted me to listen to the song "Naive" by the Kooks. Youtube it! One time I played this song in my car and a girl in the backseat texted me and asked if we could date because she liked the song. We didn't. Still felt cool.

I'm not going to write about Haiti. It's way beyond my comprehension to the point that I'm afraid me delving into it would probably be offensive. 200,000 people killed and 1.5 million homeless. Staggering (hurricane Katrina's death toll was around 1,850). Just want to learn to pray continually. So much going on and so much to be done. We sure need Jesus.

I'm going to write a less stressful blog soon. Promise.

-Joshua

AHEM!

Yeah yeah yeah, I'm back, big deal, wanna fight about it?? Let's get this show on the road!

Life is HAPPENING! Can't just be sitting around on love seats all the time, that's so childish. So pathetic. That's what I'm doing right now, but at some point you just have to grow up. I mean I don't plan on growing up, but YOU definitely have to. Go! Grow up! Do something with your life. Nope, finish reading my blog first. It's important. Just kidding.

Seriously though, there is so much going on. I don't even want to get into the amount of home/family sickness that's about to go down. Sisters going off and being crazy awesome. Parents being in another state and working so hard. Separated from the family but always cradled by the Father and loved by the Savior. Christianity comes with some difficulties and sometimes confusions, but some truths are just sweet. Like the yogurt mountain I had today except multiplied by a number so big that it isn't real (original tart, vanilla, blueberry, strawberry and a plethora of toppings).

Fortunately I am still near my brother and sister-in-law, whose love seat I am currently blogging on and am about to be sleeping on. They're so cool. Hope they read this so they see the shout out and are like "YAYYYY!!" .. because they both shout "yay" a lot. Nope. But they might when they see this.

ANYWAY maybe I'm a little scatterbrained. It's just that it's the beginning of a new semester and every time that happens I start feeling like it's a new beginning and a chance to reinvent myself and make life awesome. I don't necessarily think this is true, but it's my instinct. I guess the summary word is "excitement" mixed with a little bit of "nerves" and at the moment a slight amount of "heartburn". So much craziness. I hope all the other kids like me. They might not (because I don't wear croakies).

On the plus side, I finally figured our my major: Hot Girls, with a minor in cool shenanigans. Haha, nah I'm just playing. Those aren't even real majors. Actually I declared Journalism and Mass Communications. Yes, I know nobody reads newspapers. Yes, a lot of journalists are not good people. No, I don't really like to read. Now that we're through with the inevitable rebuttal, I'm actually kind of excited about it. I was hoping that choosing a major would put an end to annoying conversations about how not bright my future looks. Welp, guess not. Turns out people don't want you to declare a major, they want you to declare pre-med, pre-pharmacy, or pre-law. Oh well. Goodbye soapbox.

Okay, 3 minutes till this computer is dead for the night. I love you beautiful blog readers. Don't fear, joshuasizemore.blogspot is back on its feet. How's that for some wind in your sails.

-Joshua

Winter Break

If there's one thing I know about winter break it's that there is a lot of time to sit around. I think the only rule is that you can't do anything productive. I've sat around a lot already and haven't managed anything productive at all. I mean blogging is the most productive thing I do and that hasn't happend, so... what a disaster.

Anyway, I had to delete my post about working at a bread store because I decided it was too harsh and probably included too many details about people and places and I didn't want to offend. But we will just say it was an experience. In case you were wondering, bread must be cooled to 88º or less before you bag it, Virginia rolls are extremely time consuming to bag, bread racks are heavy and dangerous, and most importantly if you drop a loaf of bread on the floor it's okay to pick it up and package it as long as your manager isn't looking... this is all I have to say on the matter.

Working nights was pretty fascinating because not only did I have to constantly wrestle with some delirium, but I also became accustomed to seeing a part of the day that I rarely ever see: morning. I can definitely count on two hands the number of times that I've seen the sunrise (maybe three hands). This was definitely the highlight of the job. There is something crazy about being awake when the sun comes up. Especially since I had already been up for several hours so I didn't feel the typical grogginess of an early morning. The last day I worked I got to go watch the sunrise in a neighborhood by my house and the sky was just exploding. It was so sick, I think God just made a cherry bomb of sunbeams and clouds, lit the fuse and threw it at the atmosphere over Kentucky. Now that I'm back to sleeping in it's kind of sad. I miss the early morning, it's like a friend that you get really close to in short period and then you realize that you have to wake up way too early to spend time with them so you just say goodbye indefinitely. Haha. My analogies need some work right now, but hey I'm shaking off the blog-rust. That word sounded grossss.

I really like the holidays. This Christmas season has been a beautiful time with the family, I've loved it. I love how for some reason during Christmas we begin eating lots of things out of large tins. Christmas is like the only time when people give each other tins full of chocolate and nuts and popcorn. I think it's kind of hilarious.

Anyways, I think you're beginning to see why my blog has been on a bit of a vacation and that is because NOTHING IS HAPPENING. If I have any wit at all, it's pretty much entirely based on stuff that happens, so when nothing happens, I just don't anything funny to say, sooooo.

Peace and love.

-Joshua

End

I can't believe it's the end of the semester. You know what else I can't believe? The dudes across from me turned off their fridge and left all their food inside. This includes a container of yogurt, some tortillas, half and half, a plastic cup of milk and more... so excited about cleaning it up. On top of that, they left a full thing of garbage. Can I pose a legitimate question? Who. In the WORLD fills up a garbage can without first putting a GARBAGE BAG inside it? So ridiculous. Anyway, I'm finally finished with finals and so relieved. We had a big RA Christmas party tonight which was really nice. Just getting ready to head home and slice some bread.

I don't think I really have any stories at the moment, I think I just wanted to vent about all the crap I'm having to clean up. I will definitely write some when I get home and get to gather my thoughts a little.

I'm gonna go give Bethany some apple butter. APPLE BUTTER!!!

-Joshua

Exam Week

Here I am again. I feel like every time I start a blog post I am stepping out in faith just hoping that something interesting will come out. I'd say that my biggest blog fear is that I will write something completely boring and lame. Maybe my life should be a little more outrageous. If I were Tiger Woods right now my blog would be SO outrageous. This is what my blog would have looked like recently if I were Tiger Woods:

... Okay I was really going to do this, I even started writing as Tiger but then I realized that his situation is pretty sad and it wasn't as funny as I had hoped. So much for outrageous.

I've noticed lately that my people skills have taken a major hit. I'm generally a fairly awkward person but lately I've been much worse during introductions and basic conversations. Instead of seeking out a real solution to this problem, I'm going to pretend that I'm an expert on communications and present some tips for better people skills:

How to Win Friends, Influence People, and be straight up Sexy

by Josh Sizemore

Chapter 1 - Realizing You're a Loser

Have you ever wanted everyone to like you AND be physically attracted to you? Probably, unless you're some kind of weirdo. Only one problem - you're a pathetic little loser. That really stinks. Well lucky for you I'm already awesome. "But how does your greatness benefit me?" you ask. I knew you'd say that, that's the kind of question losers always ask. I hate it. Well anyway, I'll tell you: I've achieved so much success in my life that all I have left to do is give back to all the pathetic people. I know your little brain is getting tired, so I'll go on and give you some advice that will increase your likability ten fold:

1. When meeting someone for the first time, it is crucial to make good eye contact. The best way to gain a person's trust is to get them to stare at your pupils. The human pupil possesses a certain sincerity that says, "Hey, he has little black circles on his eyeballs too, we share a common bond." I've made this acronym to help you remember to seek out people's pupils:

P upils

I nitiate

S pecial

S incerity

2. Always speak louder than the person you are being introduced to. This will convince the person that you are way more confident than them and ensure that they know you're in control. You will never gain a person's respect unless you cause them a little bit of eardrum pain. Here is a little exercise I often like to do: when you are being introduced to someone, pretend that you are listening to music through headphones. If done properly, this will ensure that you're voice comes out at least 5 times louder than a normal person's speaking voice. These unexpected fits of shouting will immediately make your new acquaintance uncomfortable and confused, rendering you the boss of this new relationship.

... Having just read that I would say that your personal worth has skyrocketed from "complete nothing" to "piece of gum I just stepped on in the parking lot". You are well on your way.

Yeah. I'll be honest with you, I have no idea what just happened. I had no intentions of writing a self-help book in this blog. Or anywhere, ever. I should probably apologize, there was some mean stuff in there. But if you remember my earlier paragraph, this book was me giving advice to myself. I'm so confused. I gotta take an exam in the morning. Goodnight world.

-Joshua

The General Specific

Welp, after a long blog vacation I'm back on my love seat listening to the rain and pondering my inevitable mediocrity. You can already tell this is going to be a good post.

Truth is, I'm not really in a funny mood, and I'm listening to David Gray which isn't helping. I'm going to have to use some personal anecdote to get me back on track. For those of you (and me) who don't know what "anecdote" means, I just Urban Dictionary'd it. It wasn't really interesting.

I shaved today for the first time in over a month. I'll be honest with you, it was pretty gross. I realize that my beard/crazyfacehair was patchy, but it was really long. I kind of don't like thinking about it, but at the same time I have a strange sense of pride about it. How weird is that? "That's RIGHT! I'm the sorta guy that if I don't shave for a while hair begins growing on my upper lip and chin. Don't you wish you were like me, little pre-pubescent guy??" Because we all know that guys who can grow facial hair are the most manly. I think it's hilarious some of the mindsets our society subconsciously promotes.

Some changes in life are pretty good, but there's one that I really struggle with these days and that is the fact that I suck at basketball. In high school I was pretty decent and it was like the one thing that I put a lot of effort in to. Somehow I have reverted back to about a 6th grade skill level. Today me and a couple guys played 3 on 3 against a guy that weighed 300 lbs., a guy that weighed 180 and should have weighed 150, and a guy with sideburns the size and shape of hockey sticks. We freakin lost. And my teammates weren't even bad. I missed so many shots. Even though it was probably the least important game I've ever played in, it still put me in a really bad mood for a couple hours.

I don't think I've mentioned this before. I know this guy at school and every time I talk to him I immediately get confused. Every single time I say "What's up man?" he says "Doin pretty good." It's so hilarious. Seriously, 100% of the time, every time I've ever talked to him. One time I said "You have a good weekend?" and he said "You too." I mean, what am I supposed to do with that? I think he does it on purpose. It certainly ensures that we never get past one sentence each. Every time he says it my brain just freezes and I don't know what to do. I really want to ask him about it but I'm not sure how to pose the question. Here's how I picture the conversation playing out in my head:

Me: "Hey man."

Him: "Not too much."

Me: "Ummm, ok. Hey I was just wondering why it is that every time I ask what's up you say

'doin pretty good'?

Him: "Doin pretty good."

Me: "Hm. Are you being serious, or..."

Him: "You too."

Me: "Alright. Well I'm completely disoriented now so I guess I'll talk to you later."

This is obviously an exaggeration. Pretty sure.

Some people are just so funny. There's this one older girl who always tells me how hott I am and how she would marry me if I was older and all this stuff. She's pretty out of control in general and I realize the humor in it, but at the same time she gives it just enough sincerity so that it's really encouraging to me. I really like her. One time I had this random inspiration that I should secretly be a super hero named "The Encourager". All I would do is just walk around and be really encouraging to everyone and try to brighten up their day. It sounds a little ridiculous right now, but I remember thinking it was pretty profound at the time. I'm embarrassed at how often I fall short of this. I think encouragement is one of most tangible ways we can affect people, yet I find that I have a selfish/competitive edge that continually keeps me from attesting to people's great qualities. I hate to think that pride is more important to me than making another person feel good.

See this is what happens when I don't blog for a while. I come back with a 20 page smoothie of random. I'll try to be more consistent.

Oh yeah, I meant to mention that I spent a couple hours today with my friend Lauren recording auto-tune raps about glaciers for our Geography class. My academic and professional careers are increasingly bleak.

Speaking of encouragement, thanks so much to those of you that read my little blog. So many people have said stuff to me about it and it always makes me happy. You guys are neat.

-Joshua