Bones: an explanation of my addiction

I've been on a real Bones kick this summer. Okay, so I've been on a real Bones kick pretty much since I've started watching it. Because of my obsession- no it's an addiction- no it's probably more than that. I think I'm a fanatic. Thankfully I don't think I've gone all the way down the road of fanatic-ism. I don't have posters all over my room and I don't participate in the chats about the show online. Oh, oh and I haven't ever made a youtube video either. So maybe it's more of me being at the fork in the road- between being fanatic and being addicted. Okay, now that I have justified my extremely unhealthy love for a piece of fiction let's share how I got started.

It had to be about three winters ago when I was first introduced to Bones. I'd heard about the show when it first came out in the fall of 2005, but at the time I was a junior in high school and not quite into criminal shows like I am now. I knew about David Boreanaz because of Angel, which I was fanatical about in middle school. But at the time I just wasn't interested. I figured it was too gory because of the TV-14 rating it had.

Suzanne (or Suzie to me) was the one that started it all. She was my roommate, my older, more experienced roommate. She was working at Hastings at the time so she had access to movies and tv shows on DVD. She was watching it one evening and I walked into the living room and started watching it with her. Thankfully she was watching the first season and she wasn't very far into it. I was hooked almost immediately.

The first two seasons were on DVD at this time so I was able to get caught up. But I think I missed the beginning of the third season. Then the writer's strike happened. I was very distraught, though I know Suzie didn't care as much as I did because she wasn't as fanatical about the show as I was. I made it through that rough patch and started watching the show religiously. Which is actually quite a sad comment on my life, or lack of one. This isn't even when I was as hooked as I am now.

I waited anxiously for the fall when I could start watching the fourth season. I think I got about seven episodes in and then I think my life got busier and I got turned off the show for some reason. Anyway, the point is is that I missed most of the fourth season. I had other things to occupy my time... I think.

I moved to a new apartment, got new roommates and had more time. I didn't feel like watching all the missed episodes and instead I watched the last two of the fourth season just so I'd be caught up enough to know what to expect in the fall with the fifth season. Let's just say that I got sucked back in. The fourth season finale had me back in the show. I waited anxiously for the fall.

I watched the fifth season on the internet every Friday. I didn't feel as fanatical about it as I do now. I guess because I was really only watching it once a week. Then I started watching the series over again once I got the first season "officially" on DVD. That's how Kaitlyn (my former roommate) got hooked.

Then I got Chelsea and Cammie (my current roommates) into it. And then I got my friend Makae at least marginally interested. My latest victim is another friend, Michelle. I'm like a virus. Or maybe I'm like Santa Claus- I keep spreading the joy. Ha ha.

So, if you think this is the last time you'll hear about Bones, you are sorely mistaken. I will try to limit what I say. I have actually been considering just starting another blog focus solely on just TV and movies. Because those are the things I love... next to books that is.

Until next time.

The clouds of Oblivion

I have this friend and she likes this guy. Unfortunately, the guy is totally and inexplicably oblivious to the fact that she likes him. The other day she decided to make a baked item for said guy. She texted him and asked when he'd be home so she could drop them off. She had informed him a little earlier that she was making him this specific treat so he would know that she was thinking of him.

Well she made plans for a specific drop off time and went on her merry little way. Then she gets a text from the fellow saying that he may or may not be going somewhere at the time she would be stopping by. He told her that she could just leave the on the table.

Naturally, she was a might distraught at the fact that the one main reason she was making the baked goods was to see this guy. And he, because he is an oblivious guy, didn't even get that. My friend rearranged her original plans so that she could deliver the food earlier. When she was ready she sent the guy a text to let him know that she was on her way. To which he promptly replied that he had just left for another destination. Talk about frustration and a little bit of disappointment. She delivered her stuff and returned home.

The moral of this story is oblivion. I kind of focused on the guy because well, sometimes I think guys are extremely oblivious. Or maybe girls just read too much into things. Or maybe me and my friend are just plain old crazies.

Why is it so hard to come out and simply say what we want to? And why are we all so oblivious to what is going on around us? Maybe we all need to take a minute to just sit back and take a good look at the big picture. And an even better look at the details we never seem to realize until after the fact.

Believe me, I know how it is to suddenly realize that I've been paying attention to only the big things. Maybe if I paid more attention to some of the little things I don't think about I won't feel so... dense? Or oblivious? Like missed something that would have helped me to grow or at least get myself out before I made myself look like an idiot.

Beware the clouds of Oblivion. Okay. So 'beware' is a little harsh. Just keep an eye out for those little things that we tend to miss because we're so distracted.

Until next time.

Imagination

Today's topic is imagination (imagine Spongebob making a rainbow as he says this word). Now everyone's imagination is different. It's based upon our views, our experiences, and our creativity (are we more left brained or right brained).

My younger brother, Logan, used to wander around the yard with a dowel in hand fighting imaginary foes. He was big into Lord of the Rings so I assume that those were a source of inspiration for him. Of course, considering that I haven't asked him directly, I could be wrong. I used to stand at the back window, in the the kitchen, and watch as he walked around the back yard. I wondered what was going on in his head. Well I still do, even though he doesn't wander around the yard fighting invisible people anymore.

My imagination works in a different way. As a little girl I played with Barbies. The stories I would act out usually came partly from TV and partly from the books I read. When I finally put the Barbies away I turned to writing. Ha ha. Hopefully the things I wrote will never see the light of day. Even though I kept them. I can't have people seeing what a total... sap I was. 

Now that I'm an adult I write. I like to think I'm a pretty decent writer when it comes to creative writing. When I'm working on a story I love to brainstorm. Recently, I took a temporary position cleaning for Maceys. I've had a lot of thinking time. Meaning that I've been brainstorming a lot. Being the creatively minded person that I am I find that it is easier for me to create the ideas rather than implement them. I have a hard time sitting down and just putting all my thoughts on paper. It's easier to make them in my head. 

Not that I don't enjoy writing. It's just sometimes when it comes time to write I just can't make myself do it. 

So the whole point of this was to say that everyone has different levels of imagination. I think mine is pretty deep. Oh I should point out that for those of us with intense imaginations, we tend to over-think on... everything. It's a curse.

So imagination... lets you sit in a box and drive a race car or create a whole new world for others to enjoy. The question is... how much imagination do you possess? 

Until next time.

Realize

I was driving back to my apartment from my parents' house in Tremonton tonight when Colby Caillat came on the radio. The song, Realize, started and this really odd feeling came to my chest. It was a mixture of regret and... ignorance. I don't know what exactly this song had to do with this odd feeling but it's what was on when I felt this way.

The reason, I suppose, that I felt regret and ignorance maybe because of my lack of... experience. Sometimes the feeling comes when I just feel like I've missed out on... well relationships and social things. Now, I know I'm still young, only going on 21 but sometimes... Sometimes I feel older than I am and I feel like my life has passed me by.

When I try to discern the reason why I feel like I've missed out I can only come to one conclusion... I let myself miss out. I'm anti-social. When I try to be social I just want to go home where I'm comfortable. When I'm at home, comfortable, and alone I feel like I need to be social. It's a mighty sharp double edge sword. I hold myself back and then I sit on the sidelines of life just watching. It's like I'm in the audience watching everyone else experience things that I want to experience. Parties, kisses, hand-holding, big groups of friends going to the lake, stuff like that. The worst part about it... I can't seem to change my ways.

Maybe I just need to realize....

So I know this is a depressing post. I always say that if you never feel depressed you won't know how it is when you're happy.