Yesterday...what the hell...
Okay I am going to be rather honest here...I like the phrase "what the hell" a lot, a whole lot. I find it better then the obligatory WTF that people love to use, and it is by far less offensive compared to the WTF phrase.
So yesterday, I purposefully stayed later in Provo to accomplish some tasks on my ever increasing, rarely decreasing To-do list. I should have check bus schedules before being so rash and making choices like that but, none the less I did decide to stay. Well I failed to account for the bus schedule and found my self at the mall for 40 minutes as I had to wait for next bus to take me to the vehicle I am currently using (BTW land rovers suck).
So i continue to say to myself, as I do almost frequently...what the hell...
I dont know if anyone remembers the short lived comedy one ABC called Sports Night, but I find it rather amusing. Well somewhere in the second season, the character played y Joshua Malino is at a bar talking to this woman. He comments to the affect that it normally took the girl to hand him a sign and hit him across the forehead, before he could act. Well I find myself in that situation. Well I have found myself in that situation since moving to Utah. I find that I am never sure of what to do/say next. It is perplexing.
So i sit here...and I work on this blog, I find that I get distracted easily...
But to my line of thought...so a few weeks back I had a nice (would say lovely, but not quite the right word) conversation with a girl on the bus. Which was great, well hesitant as I have become, I missed a prime opportunity to ask for her number. I wish right there and then she, or anyone would have held up an obligatory sign and slapped me upside the head.
But this dilemma has been going on for months. I think Utah is affecting me somehow, and it aint good. Do they put something in the water here?
Until next time...