I love tiny, yellow notepads

by Chet

The following is a collection of thoughts and annotations from a day I spent working at the LEMIT front desk. This is how exciting it can be.

I like tiny notepads. I don’t particularly understand, however, why I keep frantically searching the LEMIT desk for a working pen. I know that there is a perfect Zebra F-301 in my bag that has held up for four semesters now. Maybe I’m just excited about writing in blue ink?

I wish there was an easy way to construct a font, which looks like my hand-writing.

Oddly, whenever I write anything out on paper now, I continually think about how to properly tag is for XHTML. Is that strange?

I want my hedgehog to be in Huntsville. I’m jealous that my mom is currently bonding with her.

Maybe I can finish The Golden Compass today? It doesn’t seem likely…

Why can’t I just make solid decisions? Why do I panic and never just do what I want. Am I too considerate?

Why do Photoshop techniques never work for me? It is as if I am doomed to simplicity forever.

Okay time to get my read on…

Perhaps, I should bring this pad home with me…I like being able to just jot down thoughts on the spot.

When did I transform into a grammar Nazi? Is Nazi always a proper noun?

I honestly almost just spelled noun as n-o-w-n. What is going on with that?

I use the word “just” too often. It has become a useless modifier.

I love reading. I should do it more often than not.

 

Hmm…it seemed like so much more on that day, although I did finish reading the last 250 pages of The Golden Compass that day. Also I got to play with my hedgehog this weekend! It was very exciting. I had chosen the name Kezia for her, but after playing with her Layla appears to be the better choice. I’ll bring her home one day!