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Arizona Man Diagnosed With Anxiety Disorder After Visit to Walmart

I just got home from a last-minute shopping trip. To Walmart. Actually, I went to two different Walmart stores because the first one didn't have what I was looking for. They were both completely out of control. (To clarify, I wasn't looking for control at Walmart; this is merely a description of the atmosphere.)

I cannot believe how busy these places were with only three days left before the biggest gift-exchange-related pagan holiday of the year. C'mon people! Didn't you get it out of your systems on Black Friday. Or Cyber Monday. Or Buyers'-Remorse Tuesday? Or Return-it-for-a-larger-size Wednesday?

I feel really bad for this Walmart employee. Trampled to Death. Yes - to death. Like when pirates and vikings ruled the earth. Did anyone else see this on the news a few weeks ago? Ridiculous, people.

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Posted December 22, 2008
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Feeling a Bit Out of Control

Do you ever have the feeling that the world is closing in on you? Like in that scene from Star Wars where all the heroes are trapped in the garbage compactor and the spiny walls are coming at them and they don't know how to stop it, and there's something swimming through the garbage through their legs, and people are shouting, and this sentence keeps getting longer, and they don't know if they will survive? Whew...my fingers almost ran out of breath. It's a good thing I ended that sentence.

I'm kind of feeling like that right now. Every semester of school seems to be getting a little bit harder. More information to process, more connections to make, more of everything. I know I shouldn't stress. Everything always works out in the end. But I still do.

One thing that helps me is to write this stuff out. There's something that happens in my head when I can spill it all out into words. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's like throwing all my troubles into a trash compactor.

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Posted November 1, 2008
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