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Dear Miranda: Maybe I’m just a miserable person

In response to Dear Kyra: The art of being a decent human being

Dear Miranda,

I finally got around to watching the video in you last blog post last night. I super loved it, and it was well timed because I was having a not-so-great day. Actually I’ve had a couple weeks in a row where I’ve just felt a little off my game. Not like particularly bad weeks, but just weeks where I sort of felt disconnected. Like I was just sort of going through the motions. I can be kinda moody that way, but I don’t think many people notice because I (mostly) keep my bad days to myself.

I have this habit of smiling at myself in the mirror (you may remember from one of my self confidence posts). Usually I do it in the morning before I leave for the day and in the evening before I go to bed. And throughout the day as needed. Just a habit of mine. And after watching that video last night I realized I hadn’t done it in a long time.

The weird thing, I guess, is that I haven’t been having negative thoughts about myself. I just haven’t been thinking about myself. People tell you not to care what you look like, but I’m not sure that’s right. You should care. You should just be positive about it. Like not caring at all isn’t really good either.

Anyway, after sort of snapping out of my funk I decided I should do some journal writing, which accidentally turned into a lot of journal reading. And I realized something. Whoever reads my journal is going to think I’m a miserable person, because my journal hasn’t actually sounded happy since probably high school. Which is weird, because, for the most part, I look back fondly on the past few years.

Maybe I’m just more likely to write about things that are bothering me. Don’t get me wrong, there are lots of good things in my journal too. I have two take home lessons from this.

1) You can be happy, even if there’s a lot of crap going on.

2) You don’t need to feel guilty about having a bad day. Or even a lot of bad days. It’s ok. Sometimes you’ll be in a funk. Just work on getting out of it and be patient with yourself in the meantime. Attitude doesn’t always change overnight.

I could (and quite possibly will in the future) elaborate on these. But this post is long and rambling anyway. And I should sleep at some point… You get the idea though.

And I was perusing the internet and came across Hyperbole and a Half, which is like my favorite blog ever. I found this, and it reminded me of you. She does a great post on depression.






Crying. It happens.



P.S. You should check out the Hyperbole and a Half post on depression. I like the part about the fish.


Go home internet, you’re drunk.

Sometimes the internet is just weird. Like lately, Yahoo’s home page has looked something like this.

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Go home Yahoo!, you’re drunk.

So like if you’ve tried sending any mail to my Yahoo! account lately, I probably haven’t seen it.

Among other mysteries of the internet is how Netflix determines what movies it recommends me. Like it had me do this survey with questions like “Do you like foreign films?” and “Do you like comedies?” And based on those answers, it decided to try and combine as many things as I could possibly like into one film. So I’d get categories like, “Sentimental romantic foreign action comedies.” And apparently there are films in that category. I didn’t recognize or watch any of them, but hey. They exist.

Netflix also seems to be under the impression that I really like LEGO movies.

Go home Netflix, you're drunk.

Go home Netflix, you’re drunk.

And then of course there’s the whole thing with Facebook wanting to automatically tag everyone you know. Like it picks out the face and tells you who it is. Which I still think is fundamentally creepy. And then sometimes it doesn’t know, either because the pictures not clear or because the person is a random stranger and not one of your friends. Or because it’s not a person at all. Maybe it’s actually a wine glass*.

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Go home Facebook. You are really are drunk.


*A wine glass for a mocktail, of course. Since I don’t drink alcohol.

Dear Miranda: Stupid things I’ve edited

In response to 30 Things To Do As An Old Lady

So I happen to be blogging you right now because Learningsuite is down, and I can’t find out what any of my readings for today are. Not that I wouldn’t have blogged you today, but I would have done it later. Like after I’d had a chance to think about what I was going to blog about. It wasn’t until i actually clicked the new post button and was staring at the blank title area that I realized i had no clue what I wanted to write about. It’s sort of a new problem because before I was in Europe and had all sorts of interesting stuff to write about, so I didn’t really have to think about it.

Now I’m back in Provo and I’m a boring college student. I mean npot entirely boring, because there are lots of cute boys here. And I talk to them. But I’m not going to post about that on the internet where anybody can see! (I’ll call you later with any interesting deets.) So in terms of things to write about that mostly leaves the schoolwork. Lots of reading. Lots of writing. Lots of editing.

And occaisionally we get some interesting things while we’re editing. Of course dangling modifiers are my favorite. Like this one I found in Mike’s paper last night:

“So we grabbed our bag and off to the hospital we went in a rush expecting the baby to come any minute.”

Silly Mike. The rush wasn’t expecting the baby to come any minute.

But there are other fun things in the editing world. There are plenty of cringe worthy sentences to go around.

“A certain window obliterates 20% of the light passing through it.” Because windows obliterate light? Can light be obliterated?

“Police report a rice in crime.” Rice, the most terrifying of all the grains.

“I finally found an editation!” No. You need an editation.

“I looked down at my luminous feet.” There are many ways to describe a foot, and luminous isn’t usually one of them.

“The students brought food to give food to the food bank to give food to families who couldn’t aford to feed their families food.”

My reaction to the above sentence.

My reaction to the above sentence.

Then there was this time the girl forgot an s on the end of assess, but we’ll try not get too into that because I try to keep this blog pretty clean.

So yeah. Even copyediting has it’s funny moments.

Hope school is going well.

Love from the good ole BYU,


P.S. Actually, hot pink is my crazy hair color of choice.