I repeatedly promise myself that I will become a consistent blogger, then fret when I feel what I have to say is repetitive of other (awesome) soapboxers that have opinions on things.  So today, I've decided to just blog the things I've been pondering today.

Is McDonalds an official sponsor of the Olympics because they think it's good press, or do they secretly want all athletes to develop type II diabetes?

Am I the first person who has sat in the Severna Park branch library and cried while watching (moving) youtube videos?

Is my hair really so bad that the saleslady felt compelled while I was shopping today to thrust a flat-iron into my hand before she even began her push sales speech?  Did she not notice my hair is already about as flat as humanly possible?

Could I pull off a shaved head?

I get that nonprofits are often working on limited budgets, I do.  And I am looking for work with one and understand it may not be the most lucrative job and I am okay with that.  But why is it okay to ask for 5 years of experience for a job that pays $35,000 a year and requires a Master's degree that probably cost twice that in student loan debt?  Why is that okay???

Will my name move up on the library's waiting list for Pretty Little Liars today?  Holding steady at 9, maybe we'll get to 8 tomorrow.

If libraries are quiet spaces, how come there's a children's section?

Should I join the library knitting club and sit with 20 women ages 65+ every Tuesday morning and hear about their grandchildren?  I'd probably get alot of work done on my blanket.

It's Wednesday at 4pm.  I clearly need a job.  What is this post.  Why.