Why don't people comment on my blogs?

Thats my why question this week. . . why? Whenever I look at my friends blogs, they all have like 5 or 6 comments on one post. I want to know why I don't have any. . . for the most part.

Bascially, there are a few options, 1) I don't have any friends and no one wants to comment on my blogs, 2) People don't read my blogs or 3) My blogs arent interesting or writeen well enough to comment on.

1) Now I do know that I have friends, but why don't they post on my blog? Have they forgotten, becuase I see that they post on other's blogs. I dunno. I dunno who no one wouldn't want to comment on my blogs either. . .

2) This I know isnt true, becuase I have a hit counter on my blogs and so I can see when someone visits my blog. Maybe they come and go? I dunno. If you go to someone's blog, you might as well read one post. . . gosh. . .

3) I would hope my blogs aren't boring. I try to make them more funy than serious, just becuase I don't really feel like typing a novel online for everyone to read. But seriously, are my ideas not good? And if they aren't can someone help me with something interesting to talk about? I dunno either. . ..

So yeah, If you couldn't tell, I'm kind of on a vent here, becuase I like to get comments. I don't care if they are positive or negative, but comments. I have a blog to people. I dunno, maybe I'm just not interesting enough. Let me know guys. . . just comment.

Why do I LOVE my new job?

So as we all know, I got a job, and I love it. After working for about 20 hours now, I think I can answer this question: Why do I love my new job?

It’s basically everything that I love:
Where I work
What I do
Who I work with
and my hours

Where I work is a definite factor of whether or not a person enjoys their job. I did NOT want to work at a food place, which narrowed my choices a lot. But OfficeMax is not a food place so that satisfies me just fine. I get paid very well for my age and make more than some of my college friends. That’s always good. It comes with working at OfficeMax. The location is easy for me to get to, and its a clean store, so I don't have to worry about my health.
Basically, I do everything at the store (except manage it). I can work the register, I walk around on the sales floor and help customers and I put things back (recovery). I think we are doing inventory too. . .so that'll be a good surprise for me. Everyone says its not so fun. But whatever. . .

The guys (and gals) I work with are really crazy. My managers are pretty cool too. They are quite nice. I'm the youngest associate at the store ( I think . . .) which makes me the baby of everything. . . but thats fine.

My hours are 20 a week, and I really think I can handle it. I really do. . .

So yeah, thats about it. I'm done writing now. .

March? Why?

Its been pretty crazy this week for me. I don’t about you, but between building a trebuchet, writing a paper after interviewing an immigrant, trying to remember how to dance the triple swing for a ballroom competition, recording a podcast, practicing for solo/ensemble and region jazz festival, and reading books of all sorts, its been a little bit hard to actually do something fun. I also know that there are several other people who are in the same predicament that I am, so there is validity in saying that life gets busy. It seems like every year, March is the busiest time. It’s funny because with all this school stuff going on, I didn’t really have time for a job, so I stopped looking for one. A few days after I stopped looking, what happened? OfficeMax called me up for an interview. I think Murphy was having some fun with this one. It really crazy that when I need a job, (because I have time for one) I can’t find one, but when I don’t have time for one, they are fine to call me up. But on the good side, I may have a job.

So as you can see, I’m on a rant of being busy. The thing is, when you look at the March calendar for school, its one of the fuller ones. My question is: Why March? First of all, many of the “interschool Fine Arts competitions” begin. Just in March we have region solo/ensemble for choir and band, region jazz band, and region drama. State festivals come a little later. Another contributor is the fact that third term ends. With the end of any term comes a ton of schoolwork. But I don’t think that school is the only thing that makes March busy. March is when spring starts to come. Although it’s not officially spring, it starts to get warmer, and now we even have daylight savings time. (March 11, this next Sunday, don’t forget) Warm weather makes anyone want to move around and do something. So yeah, March is busy, I've ranted, and I'm over it. Bye.

Aspire Higher? NOT!!!!

Here's something to think about:

I’ve been noticing something more and more, and as I analyze it, I’m finding it to be more and more interesting. The question I frequently ask myself is: “Why do people aspire to mediocrity and are okay with that?”

Ever heard the quote "Aspire Higher" or "Do your best in all you do" ? I just really don't see that a lot anymore, and I do look for it. I’m not trying to raise myself up higher than anyone, but so many times I see things happening and it’s just the very minimum, and more frequently not even that. Stuff like “I’ll settle for a C rather than an A,” or “At least I’m trying” are things I hear a lot. Disrespect to people who disserve respect is another “cool” thing to do. "I don't need to do this," and "Well, I'd rather do that," are things that people say to try and rationalize their doings. I just don’t get it. I can see that some people are just lazy and don’t want to do anything, but that doesn’t constitute mediocrity. Nothing does. Everyone should do what they are capable of, and to the best of their ability.

Personally, I try to do the best I can whenever I do something, and I don’t get any satisfaction out of doing the minimum. I don't see how anyone can get satisfaction in doing just "the minimum." I can't force anyone into doing their best to achieve the highest, but imagine what this world would be like if everyone did just a little bit more.

At school? Why?

So, I want to pose a random question. Our school is busy; all the time. Before, during, and even after school. I want to know why the school doesn’t tell us of things happening after school?

For example, a few weeks ago, there was a huge storytelling festival at the school. Supposedly, we had “the worlds best liar” at our school, telling stories. Who wouldn't want to hear the worlds best liar? Who knew that he was cmoing to Orem? Who told me? It surley wasn't the school, but actually a graduated friend, Natasha.

I think that the school should tell us what things are happening after school, whether they have to do with what’s going on at school or not. It would be nice to know what’s happening in the building where I spend over 20 hours a week. I guess they don't tell us becuase they think we dont care. But I do, and I know of thosers who care. Listening to the worlds best liar might just actaully be a great, cheap date idea! :)

I don't know why. . . .

So basically, instead of analyzing a why question, I'm going to tell a story, and leave it with a Why question, becuase I don't really know the answer yet. . .

So, I had just taken my little brother Tyson to a birthday party. I decide to stop at the video place before I go home and pick up a movie. (I got DaVinci Code by the way) Anyways, over a course of events, (including thinking about Aja, and unprotected left turns, etc.) I made a concious decision to make an unprotected left turn. For those of you who care, I was at the street next to Sconecutter and Papa Murphys. I remember something telling me to reroute and make a protected left turn, but I didn't. Now I wish I had.

The next part happens over the course of about 25 seconds.

I look both left and right and see that there is some traffic but none in danger to me. I thought that there was a "shard left turn lane" where I was going to go and didn't even see the barrier splitting both sides of the street. I commit and start to turn like I'm going to get in the lane, when all of a sudden I'm on top of the barrie with my right front wheel. A sickening scraping noise tells me something is wrong. I swerve left, almost instinctivaly knowing what to do. There are two cars in the lane ahead of me and I swerve once again, missing them narrowingly. After another swerve, I'm on a residential street and I pull into a multiplex parking lot. I see a truck following me and assume the worst, that I had hit them.

25 seconds are now over.

I go up to them and see if I hurt them, and they say no. They are a bunch of hiks from Spanish Fork, or somewhere. They tell me I'm leaking something. I tell them I'm screwed. To make a long story short, we determined that I was leaking "tranny" fluid, and that I need someone to come get me. I call my parents (who are on a date at University Mall) and they come pick me up. We tow the car home, and park it for the repairs that it needs. The bombardment of why questions then comes:

Why didn't you pay attention?
Why couldn't you stop?
Didn't you see the barrier?
Why this?
Why that?

I still don't know the answer. . . .