Put your mental anguish in my mind vice

And I will crush it for you. (Thank you 30 Rock, I don't know what I would do without your comic relief)

I am currently caught up in events which are too complicated/uninteresting/incrediblyboring/youdon'tcareorelseyou'dreadthenews so I've got some time on my hands and also I haven't blogged in a while so this is just going to be some random thoughts I'd like to share with you. Enjoy it.

First and foremost, everyone in the world should listen to Mumford & Sons, I just discovered them 4 days ago and have listened to the one album I have about a million times (yes, I am listening to them while I write this). So, get on it.

It's funny how the world works, I'm currently not teaching (again) and before my teaching interruption I was mostly apathetic and unmotivated to plan lessons and write tests and think of fun ways to teach the simple past in English to 6th graders, and then suddenly an interruption again and teaching is not possible and now all I want to do in the world is go back to site and teach class again. It's like when someone tells you not to do something or to not think about a three-headed monkey and then that's all you want to do or can think about. Why does that happen? Once I can't do something, I want to do it, even if I don't really want to but because I can't I'm less than pleased. Psychology majors, please, explain this to me.

What else, what else- oh let's talk about the incredibly uncomfortable things they call mattresses in this country. I'm currently sleeping in a new bed and can't tell you how much I hate it. First of all, sheets never fit, they are always too big and  are weird floral patterns that make you feel like you are at your grandmother's house. Secondly, this bed is just all foam, so if you stay in one position for too long it leaves a huge dent and then even if you roll away from it, it always sucks you back in. Like a black hole. And because it's foam it is SO hot. There's no air flow, so it ends up being like you sitting in a plastic chair, any part of you that is touching the bed is soaked. It makes for incredibly uncomfortable sleeping. Oh good beds, cold pillows and clean sheets and lots of heavy blankets, how I miss you.

Speaking of missing things, I was talking with a fellow volunteer yesterday and we were discussing all the beautiful places in America and saying how in general the west coast is better than the east coast (re: no argument possible, it's a fact) because of all the gorgeous, nature-like things you can see. So many national parks, mountains, beaches, hiking, climbing, atv-ing. And then there was a lull in the conversation and we both groaned and hated ourselves for talking about that because now all we wanted to do was go to Utah and be hiking and camping. Curse you memory!

Good news is that we watched The Fifth Element (fantastic movie) yesterday and then I had a dream last night that we went to the market today and met Bruce Willis and he was awesome and spent the day hanging out with us. It was a pretty sweet dream. Also watch the movie and notice that every single woman, except for one noticeable exception is a super model. Truth.