Of all the Christmas traditions I've heard of, this extremely unique one of my family's is still my favorite. On Christmas Eve, we have a dinner of homemade pizza and egg nog. Afterwards, we watch A Charlie Brown Christmas, but the pizza+egg nog part makes me the happiest.
Another tradition we have is opening our Christmas presents, all together, on Christmas morning. Dad nearly always has to work on Christmas morning, but we open the presents before he leaves for work. Sometimes we've woken up at 9, sometimes 6, but this year, we woke up at 4:15 in the morning! The night before, I was trying to convince the others that, maybe just this once, we could wait until Dad returned from work to open our presents. Mother and sister would hear none of it, so I resigned to get little sleep that night and I expected crankiness for the morning.
4:18 AM, I hear Taylor yelling. I roll over and get a few more seconds of sleep before she roars into my room telling me I must get up! Our family time was quite enjoyable, but I was sensitive to light and to loud noises (and there were many) for its entirety.
I realized something last night about our Christmas present traditions that makes me very pleased! Whenever we come down to the tree, Taylor and I sort out all of the presents and make each person their own pile. Only then do we unwrap them together. Get this! Categorizing is part of our tradition! Later, after Dad had left for work, we girls had gone back to sleep and woken up again, Mom told Taylor and I to clean up the discarded wrapping paper and to save the bows, etc. Taylor quips, "Cleaning up: Lindsay's other favorite part of Christmas." I smiled.
Happy Christmas to all!
P.s. On Thanksgiving, I got a txt from a wrong number, Nancy from Alaska, wishing me a happy holiday. I just sent her a new txt wishing her a lovely Christmas. :)
Friday, December 25, 2009
"Christmas time is here."
Of all the Christmas traditions I've heard of, this extremely unique one of my family's is still my favorite. On Christmas Eve, we have a dinner of homemade pizza and egg nog. Afterwards, we watch A Charlie Brown Christmas, but the pizza+egg nog part makes me the happiest.
Another tradition we have is opening our Christmas presents, all together, on Christmas morning. Dad nearly always has to work on Christmas morning, but we open the presents before he leaves for work. Sometimes we've woken up at 9, sometimes 6, but this year, we woke up at 4:15 in the morning! The night before, I was trying to convince the others that, maybe just this once, we could wait until Dad returned from work to open our presents. Mother and sister would hear none of it, so I resigned to get little sleep that night and I expected crankiness for the morning.
4:18 AM, I hear Taylor yelling. I roll over and get a few more seconds of sleep before she roars into my room telling me I must get up! Our family time was quite enjoyable, but I was sensitive to light and to loud noises (and there were many) for its entirety.
I realized something last night about our Christmas present traditions that makes me very pleased! Whenever we come down to the tree, Taylor and I sort out all of the presents and make each person their own pile. Only then do we unwrap them together. Get this! Categorizing is part of our tradition! Later, after Dad had left for work, we girls had gone back to sleep and woken up again, Mom told Taylor and I to clean up the discarded wrapping paper and to save the bows, etc. Taylor quips, "Cleaning up: Lindsay's other favorite part of Christmas." I smiled.
Happy Christmas to all!
P.s. On Thanksgiving, I got a txt from a wrong number, Nancy from Alaska, wishing me a happy holiday. I just sent her a new txt wishing her a lovely Christmas. :)
Another tradition we have is opening our Christmas presents, all together, on Christmas morning. Dad nearly always has to work on Christmas morning, but we open the presents before he leaves for work. Sometimes we've woken up at 9, sometimes 6, but this year, we woke up at 4:15 in the morning! The night before, I was trying to convince the others that, maybe just this once, we could wait until Dad returned from work to open our presents. Mother and sister would hear none of it, so I resigned to get little sleep that night and I expected crankiness for the morning.
4:18 AM, I hear Taylor yelling. I roll over and get a few more seconds of sleep before she roars into my room telling me I must get up! Our family time was quite enjoyable, but I was sensitive to light and to loud noises (and there were many) for its entirety.
I realized something last night about our Christmas present traditions that makes me very pleased! Whenever we come down to the tree, Taylor and I sort out all of the presents and make each person their own pile. Only then do we unwrap them together. Get this! Categorizing is part of our tradition! Later, after Dad had left for work, we girls had gone back to sleep and woken up again, Mom told Taylor and I to clean up the discarded wrapping paper and to save the bows, etc. Taylor quips, "Cleaning up: Lindsay's other favorite part of Christmas." I smiled.
Happy Christmas to all!
P.s. On Thanksgiving, I got a txt from a wrong number, Nancy from Alaska, wishing me a happy holiday. I just sent her a new txt wishing her a lovely Christmas. :)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
To stay with tradition, because I like making lists, and because I like keeping records of simmilar things, here are the movies I saw for the first time this past semester:
Valkerie
Pan's Labyrinth
Star Wars Episodes 4, 5, and 6
Bourne Identity
Sweeney Todd
Hot Rod
Maid in Manhatten
Inkheart
Twilight
Besides the last three, that's a lot of "boy movies." However, I think the last one would negate all of the manliness in just 15 minutes.
(Read a couple entries earlier to learn of my reason for watching Twilight.)
The semester as a whole was much more than I expected, as usual, but it was good. I'm looking forward to the next one, too, with its off campus internship, few credits, Easter time, and last moments with my possee. Yikes. Never have I felt more urgency to sieze the day!
Valkerie
Pan's Labyrinth
Star Wars Episodes 4, 5, and 6
Bourne Identity
Sweeney Todd
Hot Rod
Maid in Manhatten
Inkheart
Twilight
Besides the last three, that's a lot of "boy movies." However, I think the last one would negate all of the manliness in just 15 minutes.
(Read a couple entries earlier to learn of my reason for watching Twilight.)
The semester as a whole was much more than I expected, as usual, but it was good. I'm looking forward to the next one, too, with its off campus internship, few credits, Easter time, and last moments with my possee. Yikes. Never have I felt more urgency to sieze the day!
To stay with tradition, because I like making lists, and because I like keeping records of simmilar things, here are the movies I saw for the first time this past semester:
Valkerie
Pan's Labyrinth
Star Wars Episodes 4, 5, and 6
Bourne Identity
Sweeney Todd
Hot Rod
Maid in Manhatten
Inkheart
Twilight
Besides the last three, that's a lot of "boy movies." However, I think the last one would negate all of the manliness in just 15 minutes.
(Read a couple entries earlier to learn of my reason for watching Twilight.)
The semester as a whole was much more than I expected, as usual, but it was good. I'm looking forward to the next one, too, with its off campus internship, few credits, Easter time, and last moments with my possee. Yikes. Never have I felt more urgency to sieze the day!
Valkerie
Pan's Labyrinth
Star Wars Episodes 4, 5, and 6
Bourne Identity
Sweeney Todd
Hot Rod
Maid in Manhatten
Inkheart
Twilight
Besides the last three, that's a lot of "boy movies." However, I think the last one would negate all of the manliness in just 15 minutes.
(Read a couple entries earlier to learn of my reason for watching Twilight.)
The semester as a whole was much more than I expected, as usual, but it was good. I'm looking forward to the next one, too, with its off campus internship, few credits, Easter time, and last moments with my possee. Yikes. Never have I felt more urgency to sieze the day!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Doomed dreams
Allow me to mourn over my hopes and dreams for a while.
I was watching channel 2 local (semi-local's more like it) news with my parents this evening. Robberies, murders, dog attacks, the like. The video quality of the program wasn't up to FOX standards, but I noted the voice of the female newscaster before Dad changed the channel to something less macabre. Hers was very quintessential. I don't think mine's quintessential.
Our career office advisor and one of the professors in my exit interview made sure to advise me on my choice of dream job. They told me that news reporting and radio broadcasting are dying industries and very, very competitive. Well that's not what I want to hear!
Dr. Myers told us once in class that, in reality, we can't be all that we wish to be. When we're little, we may want to be a doctor, a pro basketball player, a ballerina in the Russian ballet, a missionary, (a pizza farmer) but there's no way most of those dreams could come true. So we're consoled with suggestions of working with PR? (Unless you mean "touring Puerto Rico on a consistent basis, I'd rather look into something else.") (Just kidding.)
It's just kind of a bummer when I have to accept that what I'd really like to do isn't exactly feasible.
Thankfully, there are others ways to find fulfillment, and there are other careers I wouldn't mind having.
One of the problems with studying a field as broad as Communication Studies is that I don't know exactly what I'm going to go into. It seems that, if I were a Bio, Psych, or Business major, I'd already know exactly what I'd be going into after college. (And grad/med/law school.) And, too, part of it is that I've changed my mind lots since I decided that I wanted to be a missionary, teach ESL, and maybe be an interpreter on the side. Before that, I was going to be a marine biologist. And now, I'm going to be the voice of National Geographic documentaries on endangered species! ...Or something like that. According to an actual dream I had recently, I'll more likely end up as the first female president of the United States of America. (Seriously, I felt so empowered when I woke up, I thought that I had a chance at it!) And I would name my son Justus. And my daughter could be Liberty. And she could have tons of fun typing her name on a keyboard because "e," "r," "t," and "y" are all right next to each other. (That last sentence was quite a bother to punctuate.) (And now I'm wondering how many of you typed "Liberty" and pondered the seriousness of that punctuation.)
There is this paradox that resides in my personality. I love to dream. I relish adventure. I swim in imagination so often, the mermaids know me by name. On the other hand, I can be very hesitant to hope for things that seem very good, too good to be true. Consequently, I resonated greatly with a song written and performed by the lovely Kelly Shannon (Bryan College, Class of 2011) this past month. I chatted with her briefly about posting her lyrics here, and she has been kind enough to send them to me.
As she says, "I know that it sounds morbid", but it's very, very beautiful, and I didn't think it morbid at all while standing in the doorway of the coffee house, leaning against the chairs with friends, and pondering my future. It wasn't morbid at all. It just was what I felt. How it is. That's life. And that's ok, too. Just like her song, my life is beautiful. Heck no, it's not perfect, but it's mine, and it's precious. It's unique. I make choices and determine the course of the life that's been given to me. I grow, I learn, I share. It's life, and it's beautiful.
(And, for the record, the "he" mentioned in the song was not what pulled me into the theme. My flying dreams were and are the answers to the questions, "What are you doing with your life?" But understand that the question isn't harsh. Not usually. It just is. And my dreams are happy, but sometimes they can't make it in the world that requires money for rent, an appearance of success, and an eco-friendly car.) :)
And remember, Shoot for the moon! If you miss, you'll still land among the stars.
(What does that even mean?!)
Thankfully, I'm going to skip all of this quarter-life crisis stuff, wrap up school, ship myself off to Europe, and live with the legal gypsies. I'll pay my way by entertaining passersby with my American folk fiddling.
By the way, Pride and Prejudice became one of my favorite books from the first page.
I was watching channel 2 local (semi-local's more like it) news with my parents this evening. Robberies, murders, dog attacks, the like. The video quality of the program wasn't up to FOX standards, but I noted the voice of the female newscaster before Dad changed the channel to something less macabre. Hers was very quintessential. I don't think mine's quintessential.
Our career office advisor and one of the professors in my exit interview made sure to advise me on my choice of dream job. They told me that news reporting and radio broadcasting are dying industries and very, very competitive. Well that's not what I want to hear!
Dr. Myers told us once in class that, in reality, we can't be all that we wish to be. When we're little, we may want to be a doctor, a pro basketball player, a ballerina in the Russian ballet, a missionary, (a pizza farmer) but there's no way most of those dreams could come true. So we're consoled with suggestions of working with PR? (Unless you mean "touring Puerto Rico on a consistent basis, I'd rather look into something else.") (Just kidding.)
It's just kind of a bummer when I have to accept that what I'd really like to do isn't exactly feasible.
Thankfully, there are others ways to find fulfillment, and there are other careers I wouldn't mind having.
One of the problems with studying a field as broad as Communication Studies is that I don't know exactly what I'm going to go into. It seems that, if I were a Bio, Psych, or Business major, I'd already know exactly what I'd be going into after college. (And grad/med/law school.) And, too, part of it is that I've changed my mind lots since I decided that I wanted to be a missionary, teach ESL, and maybe be an interpreter on the side. Before that, I was going to be a marine biologist. And now, I'm going to be the voice of National Geographic documentaries on endangered species! ...Or something like that. According to an actual dream I had recently, I'll more likely end up as the first female president of the United States of America. (Seriously, I felt so empowered when I woke up, I thought that I had a chance at it!) And I would name my son Justus. And my daughter could be Liberty. And she could have tons of fun typing her name on a keyboard because "e," "r," "t," and "y" are all right next to each other. (That last sentence was quite a bother to punctuate.) (And now I'm wondering how many of you typed "Liberty" and pondered the seriousness of that punctuation.)
There is this paradox that resides in my personality. I love to dream. I relish adventure. I swim in imagination so often, the mermaids know me by name. On the other hand, I can be very hesitant to hope for things that seem very good, too good to be true. Consequently, I resonated greatly with a song written and performed by the lovely Kelly Shannon (Bryan College, Class of 2011) this past month. I chatted with her briefly about posting her lyrics here, and she has been kind enough to send them to me.
I have a dream inside my head
it likes to fly around the ceiling,
dodging bullets of reality, making jokes about the company
it's wings are made of steel and cellophane
it's voice is dark and full of mystery
it speaks my name at night
it moves just like a shooting star
it's blinding beauty overcomes the dark
I can't stand
I can't wait
tomorrow
come quickly
before time passes me by
tomorrow
I feel you come for me
I feel a promise in the air I breathe
I used to have eight billion dreams
dodging bullets of reality, making jokes about the company
their wings weren't fast enough to dodge
I put the dead ones in a drawer
I still like to take a peek once in awhile
I know that it sounds morbid, but dreams always come back alive
dreams of peace
mended homes
love's embrace
he'll take me as I am
tomorrow
I want to meet you
I know you'll find your way to me
tomorrow sing to me
your song of sweet reality, it's better than I thought it could be
As she says, "I know that it sounds morbid", but it's very, very beautiful, and I didn't think it morbid at all while standing in the doorway of the coffee house, leaning against the chairs with friends, and pondering my future. It wasn't morbid at all. It just was what I felt. How it is. That's life. And that's ok, too. Just like her song, my life is beautiful. Heck no, it's not perfect, but it's mine, and it's precious. It's unique. I make choices and determine the course of the life that's been given to me. I grow, I learn, I share. It's life, and it's beautiful.
(And, for the record, the "he" mentioned in the song was not what pulled me into the theme. My flying dreams were and are the answers to the questions, "What are you doing with your life?" But understand that the question isn't harsh. Not usually. It just is. And my dreams are happy, but sometimes they can't make it in the world that requires money for rent, an appearance of success, and an eco-friendly car.) :)
And remember, Shoot for the moon! If you miss, you'll still land among the stars.
(What does that even mean?!)
Thankfully, I'm going to skip all of this quarter-life crisis stuff, wrap up school, ship myself off to Europe, and live with the legal gypsies. I'll pay my way by entertaining passersby with my American folk fiddling.
By the way, Pride and Prejudice became one of my favorite books from the first page.
Doomed dreams
Allow me to mourn over my hopes and dreams for a while.
I was watching channel 2 local (semi-local's more like it) news with my parents this evening. Robberies, murders, dog attacks, the like. The video quality of the program wasn't up to FOX standards, but I noted the voice of the female newscaster before Dad changed the channel to something less macabre. Hers was very quintessential. I don't think mine's quintessential.
Our career office advisor and one of the professors in my exit interview made sure to advise me on my choice of dream job. They told me that news reporting and radio broadcasting are dying industries and very, very competitive. Well that's not what I want to hear!
Dr. Myers told us once in class that, in reality, we can't be all that we wish to be. When we're little, we may want to be a doctor, a pro basketball player, a ballerina in the Russian ballet, a missionary, (a pizza farmer) but there's no way most of those dreams could come true. So we're consoled with suggestions of working with PR? (Unless you mean "touring Puerto Rico on a consistent basis, I'd rather look into something else.") (Just kidding.)
It's just kind of a bummer when I have to accept that what I'd really like to do isn't exactly feasible.
Thankfully, there are others ways to find fulfillment, and there are other careers I wouldn't mind having.
One of the problems with studying a field as broad as Communication Studies is that I don't know exactly what I'm going to go into. It seems that, if I were a Bio, Psych, or Business major, I'd already know exactly what I'd be going into after college. (And grad/med/law school.) And, too, part of it is that I've changed my mind lots since I decided that I wanted to be a missionary, teach ESL, and maybe be an interpreter on the side. Before that, I was going to be a marine biologist. And now, I'm going to be the voice of National Geographic documentaries on endangered species! ...Or something like that. According to an actual dream I had recently, I'll more likely end up as the first female president of the United States of America. (Seriously, I felt so empowered when I woke up, I thought that I had a chance at it!) And I would name my son Justus. And my daughter could be Liberty. And she could have tons of fun typing her name on a keyboard because "e," "r," "t," and "y" are all right next to each other. (That last sentence was quite a bother to punctuate.) (And now I'm wondering how many of you typed "Liberty" and pondered the seriousness of that punctuation.)
There is this paradox that resides in my personality. I love to dream. I relish adventure. I swim in imagination so often, the mermaids know me by name. On the other hand, I can be very hesitant to hope for things that seem very good, too good to be true. Consequently, I resonated greatly with a song written and performed by the lovely Kelly Shannon (Bryan College, Class of 2011) this past month. I chatted with her briefly about posting her lyrics here, and she has been kind enough to send them to me.
As she says, "I know that it sounds morbid", but it's very, very beautiful, and I didn't think it morbid at all while standing in the doorway of the coffee house, leaning against the chairs with friends, and pondering my future. It wasn't morbid at all. It just was what I felt. How it is. That's life. And that's ok, too. Just like her song, my life is beautiful. Heck no, it's not perfect, but it's mine, and it's precious. It's unique. I make choices and determine the course of the life that's been given to me. I grow, I learn, I share. It's life, and it's beautiful.
(And, for the record, the "he" mentioned in the song was not what pulled me into the theme. My flying dreams were and are the answers to the questions, "What are you doing with your life?" But understand that the question isn't harsh. Not usually. It just is. And my dreams are happy, but sometimes they can't make it in the world that requires money for rent, an appearance of success, and an eco-friendly car.) :)
And remember, Shoot for the moon! If you miss, you'll still land among the stars.
(What does that even mean?!)
Thankfully, I'm going to skip all of this quarter-life crisis stuff, wrap up school, ship myself off to Europe, and live with the legal gypsies. I'll pay my way by entertaining passersby with my American folk fiddling.
By the way, Pride and Prejudice became one of my favorite books from the first page.
I was watching channel 2 local (semi-local's more like it) news with my parents this evening. Robberies, murders, dog attacks, the like. The video quality of the program wasn't up to FOX standards, but I noted the voice of the female newscaster before Dad changed the channel to something less macabre. Hers was very quintessential. I don't think mine's quintessential.
Our career office advisor and one of the professors in my exit interview made sure to advise me on my choice of dream job. They told me that news reporting and radio broadcasting are dying industries and very, very competitive. Well that's not what I want to hear!
Dr. Myers told us once in class that, in reality, we can't be all that we wish to be. When we're little, we may want to be a doctor, a pro basketball player, a ballerina in the Russian ballet, a missionary, (a pizza farmer) but there's no way most of those dreams could come true. So we're consoled with suggestions of working with PR? (Unless you mean "touring Puerto Rico on a consistent basis, I'd rather look into something else.") (Just kidding.)
It's just kind of a bummer when I have to accept that what I'd really like to do isn't exactly feasible.
Thankfully, there are others ways to find fulfillment, and there are other careers I wouldn't mind having.
One of the problems with studying a field as broad as Communication Studies is that I don't know exactly what I'm going to go into. It seems that, if I were a Bio, Psych, or Business major, I'd already know exactly what I'd be going into after college. (And grad/med/law school.) And, too, part of it is that I've changed my mind lots since I decided that I wanted to be a missionary, teach ESL, and maybe be an interpreter on the side. Before that, I was going to be a marine biologist. And now, I'm going to be the voice of National Geographic documentaries on endangered species! ...Or something like that. According to an actual dream I had recently, I'll more likely end up as the first female president of the United States of America. (Seriously, I felt so empowered when I woke up, I thought that I had a chance at it!) And I would name my son Justus. And my daughter could be Liberty. And she could have tons of fun typing her name on a keyboard because "e," "r," "t," and "y" are all right next to each other. (That last sentence was quite a bother to punctuate.) (And now I'm wondering how many of you typed "Liberty" and pondered the seriousness of that punctuation.)
There is this paradox that resides in my personality. I love to dream. I relish adventure. I swim in imagination so often, the mermaids know me by name. On the other hand, I can be very hesitant to hope for things that seem very good, too good to be true. Consequently, I resonated greatly with a song written and performed by the lovely Kelly Shannon (Bryan College, Class of 2011) this past month. I chatted with her briefly about posting her lyrics here, and she has been kind enough to send them to me.
I have a dream inside my head
it likes to fly around the ceiling,
dodging bullets of reality, making jokes about the company
it's wings are made of steel and cellophane
it's voice is dark and full of mystery
it speaks my name at night
it moves just like a shooting star
it's blinding beauty overcomes the dark
I can't stand
I can't wait
tomorrow
come quickly
before time passes me by
tomorrow
I feel you come for me
I feel a promise in the air I breathe
I used to have eight billion dreams
dodging bullets of reality, making jokes about the company
their wings weren't fast enough to dodge
I put the dead ones in a drawer
I still like to take a peek once in awhile
I know that it sounds morbid, but dreams always come back alive
dreams of peace
mended homes
love's embrace
he'll take me as I am
tomorrow
I want to meet you
I know you'll find your way to me
tomorrow sing to me
your song of sweet reality, it's better than I thought it could be
As she says, "I know that it sounds morbid", but it's very, very beautiful, and I didn't think it morbid at all while standing in the doorway of the coffee house, leaning against the chairs with friends, and pondering my future. It wasn't morbid at all. It just was what I felt. How it is. That's life. And that's ok, too. Just like her song, my life is beautiful. Heck no, it's not perfect, but it's mine, and it's precious. It's unique. I make choices and determine the course of the life that's been given to me. I grow, I learn, I share. It's life, and it's beautiful.
(And, for the record, the "he" mentioned in the song was not what pulled me into the theme. My flying dreams were and are the answers to the questions, "What are you doing with your life?" But understand that the question isn't harsh. Not usually. It just is. And my dreams are happy, but sometimes they can't make it in the world that requires money for rent, an appearance of success, and an eco-friendly car.) :)
And remember, Shoot for the moon! If you miss, you'll still land among the stars.
(What does that even mean?!)
Thankfully, I'm going to skip all of this quarter-life crisis stuff, wrap up school, ship myself off to Europe, and live with the legal gypsies. I'll pay my way by entertaining passersby with my American folk fiddling.
By the way, Pride and Prejudice became one of my favorite books from the first page.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
I thank God for seasons.
(This will be two hundred and twoth post.)
(Aaron, you're awesome.)
I'm home again! It's Christmas time. It doesn't feel much different from any other at-home-time, but there are happy decorations around the house. Mom has added a few more rustic things around the house, too. There's an antique ironing board and a branch broom, and I think they're super cool. Our den looks like a room from Cracker Barrel with all of its old tools on the walls, an old banjo in the corner, antique cameras on the hearth, and a stone fireplace. I love it, but one of my high school friends didn't like all of the saws and poking and prodding things. If you keep Sweeney Todd out of your mind, it's farm-house, relaxed, down-to-earth chic.
My sister and I decorated the tree again this year. Our tradition is to listen to anything but Christmas music while we decorated the Christmas tree. Instead, we listen to bagpipes or Relient K. We got some good tunes rolling, and we took to the tree. Taylor said, "What would Mom do if we decorated the tree in sections?"
"Hm. I don't know... Let's do it!"
One forth of the tree has all of the homemade wooden ornaments. Another forth has all of the white and silver bulb ornaments. Another has all of the eclectic ornaments, angels, flat cross-stitched doodlibobs, Jesus ornaments, etc. The final forth has the red and green bulb ornaments. When Mom saw the tree for the first time, she squinted at it and exclaimed her exclamation. She didn't like it, but she never did anything about it. The tree is still decorated quarter by quarter. Taylor and I love it.
I've found something I like! I bought for my friend a set of really neat vases, and I wanted to put some flowers in them, but I knew that, in this occasion, any store bought flowers would feel half-hearted or fake. And they would die rather quickly. So I searched the internet for paper flowers. I saw the ones I used to make out of tissue paper, and then I found these!
I made a few for her out of red paper, glued them to some sticks I found outside, and stuck them in the vases. They added a very nice touch to the already rustic-looking vases.
I'm not very good at them yet, and I had to use a lot of glue, but I want to get better at making them, because I wouldn't mind using this idea in the future for, say, a wedding or something.
{Images via Dozi Design Paper Flower Tutorial}
I wrote about the Twilight movie recently. I mentioned the sweetness of Edward and Bella listening to "Claire De Lune." Really, the most romantic part was Edward playing the piano himself (as Bella gazed on, dumbfounded, with her mouth gaping). He played this really beautiful song that I knew I wanted to figure out on the piano myself. Ever since watching the movie, I've been really excited about finding the clip on YouTube, figuring out the music, and writing it down. Ok, I'm pretty sure that this piece is magic music because, as I watched the YouTube video, I was listening to the song and looking at the Edward/Bella picture montage that (naturally) accompanied it. Get this: I began to feel sympathy for Edward and Bella. I began to think that they really did have something good between them instead of a sad, hollow excuse for a relationship. How weird is that? Under the influence of the music, I began to think that the stupid people were not so stupid when, in fact, they are.
I spent my afternoon at the piano with blank sheet music and my sister's laptop. Time well spent.
(Aaron, you're awesome.)
I'm home again! It's Christmas time. It doesn't feel much different from any other at-home-time, but there are happy decorations around the house. Mom has added a few more rustic things around the house, too. There's an antique ironing board and a branch broom, and I think they're super cool. Our den looks like a room from Cracker Barrel with all of its old tools on the walls, an old banjo in the corner, antique cameras on the hearth, and a stone fireplace. I love it, but one of my high school friends didn't like all of the saws and poking and prodding things. If you keep Sweeney Todd out of your mind, it's farm-house, relaxed, down-to-earth chic.
My sister and I decorated the tree again this year. Our tradition is to listen to anything but Christmas music while we decorated the Christmas tree. Instead, we listen to bagpipes or Relient K. We got some good tunes rolling, and we took to the tree. Taylor said, "What would Mom do if we decorated the tree in sections?"
"Hm. I don't know... Let's do it!"
One forth of the tree has all of the homemade wooden ornaments. Another forth has all of the white and silver bulb ornaments. Another has all of the eclectic ornaments, angels, flat cross-stitched doodlibobs, Jesus ornaments, etc. The final forth has the red and green bulb ornaments. When Mom saw the tree for the first time, she squinted at it and exclaimed her exclamation. She didn't like it, but she never did anything about it. The tree is still decorated quarter by quarter. Taylor and I love it.
I've found something I like! I bought for my friend a set of really neat vases, and I wanted to put some flowers in them, but I knew that, in this occasion, any store bought flowers would feel half-hearted or fake. And they would die rather quickly. So I searched the internet for paper flowers. I saw the ones I used to make out of tissue paper, and then I found these!I made a few for her out of red paper, glued them to some sticks I found outside, and stuck them in the vases. They added a very nice touch to the already rustic-looking vases.
I'm not very good at them yet, and I had to use a lot of glue, but I want to get better at making them, because I wouldn't mind using this idea in the future for, say, a wedding or something.
{Images via Dozi Design Paper Flower Tutorial}
I wrote about the Twilight movie recently. I mentioned the sweetness of Edward and Bella listening to "Claire De Lune." Really, the most romantic part was Edward playing the piano himself (as Bella gazed on, dumbfounded, with her mouth gaping). He played this really beautiful song that I knew I wanted to figure out on the piano myself. Ever since watching the movie, I've been really excited about finding the clip on YouTube, figuring out the music, and writing it down. Ok, I'm pretty sure that this piece is magic music because, as I watched the YouTube video, I was listening to the song and looking at the Edward/Bella picture montage that (naturally) accompanied it. Get this: I began to feel sympathy for Edward and Bella. I began to think that they really did have something good between them instead of a sad, hollow excuse for a relationship. How weird is that? Under the influence of the music, I began to think that the stupid people were not so stupid when, in fact, they are.
I spent my afternoon at the piano with blank sheet music and my sister's laptop. Time well spent.
I thank God for seasons.
(This will be two hundred and twoth post.)
(Aaron, you're awesome.)
I'm home again! It's Christmas time. It doesn't feel much different from any other at-home-time, but there are happy decorations around the house. Mom has added a few more rustic things around the house, too. There's an antique ironing board and a branch broom, and I think they're super cool. Our den looks like a room from Cracker Barrel with all of its old tools on the walls, an old banjo in the corner, antique cameras on the hearth, and a stone fireplace. I love it, but one of my high school friends didn't like all of the saws and poking and prodding things. If you keep Sweeney Todd out of your mind, it's farm-house, relaxed, down-to-earth chic.
My sister and I decorated the tree again this year. Our tradition is to listen to anything but Christmas music while we decorated the Christmas tree. Instead, we listen to bagpipes or Relient K. We got some good tunes rolling, and we took to the tree. Taylor said, "What would Mom do if we decorated the tree in sections?"
"Hm. I don't know... Let's do it!"
One forth of the tree has all of the homemade wooden ornaments. Another forth has all of the white and silver bulb ornaments. Another has all of the eclectic ornaments, angels, flat cross-stitched doodlibobs, Jesus ornaments, etc. The final forth has the red and green bulb ornaments. When Mom saw the tree for the first time, she squinted at it and exclaimed her exclamation. She didn't like it, but she never did anything about it. The tree is still decorated quarter by quarter. Taylor and I love it.
I've found something I like! I bought for my friend a set of really neat vases, and I wanted to put some flowers in them, but I knew that, in this occasion, any store bought flowers would feel half-hearted or fake. And they would die rather quickly. So I searched the internet for paper flowers. I saw the ones I used to make out of tissue paper, and then I found these!
I made a few for her out of red paper, glued them to some sticks I found outside, and stuck them in the vases. They added a very nice touch to the already rustic-looking vases.
I'm not very good at them yet, and I had to use a lot of glue, but I want to get better at making them, because I wouldn't mind using this idea in the future for, say, a wedding or something.
{Images via Dozi Design Paper Flower Tutorial}
I wrote about the Twilight movie recently. I mentioned the sweetness of Edward and Bella listening to "Claire De Lune." Really, the most romantic part was Edward playing the piano himself (as Bella gazed on, dumbfounded, with her mouth gaping). He played this really beautiful song that I knew I wanted to figure out on the piano myself. Ever since watching the movie, I've been really excited about finding the clip on YouTube, figuring out the music, and writing it down. Ok, I'm pretty sure that this piece is magic music because, as I watched the YouTube video, I was listening to the song and looking at the Edward/Bella picture montage that (naturally) accompanied it. Get this: I began to feel sympathy for Edward and Bella. I began to think that they really did have something good between them instead of a sad, hollow excuse for a relationship. How weird is that? Under the influence of the music, I began to think that the stupid people were not so stupid when, in fact, they are.
I spent my afternoon at the piano with blank sheet music and my sister's laptop. Time well spent.
(Aaron, you're awesome.)
I'm home again! It's Christmas time. It doesn't feel much different from any other at-home-time, but there are happy decorations around the house. Mom has added a few more rustic things around the house, too. There's an antique ironing board and a branch broom, and I think they're super cool. Our den looks like a room from Cracker Barrel with all of its old tools on the walls, an old banjo in the corner, antique cameras on the hearth, and a stone fireplace. I love it, but one of my high school friends didn't like all of the saws and poking and prodding things. If you keep Sweeney Todd out of your mind, it's farm-house, relaxed, down-to-earth chic.
My sister and I decorated the tree again this year. Our tradition is to listen to anything but Christmas music while we decorated the Christmas tree. Instead, we listen to bagpipes or Relient K. We got some good tunes rolling, and we took to the tree. Taylor said, "What would Mom do if we decorated the tree in sections?"
"Hm. I don't know... Let's do it!"
One forth of the tree has all of the homemade wooden ornaments. Another forth has all of the white and silver bulb ornaments. Another has all of the eclectic ornaments, angels, flat cross-stitched doodlibobs, Jesus ornaments, etc. The final forth has the red and green bulb ornaments. When Mom saw the tree for the first time, she squinted at it and exclaimed her exclamation. She didn't like it, but she never did anything about it. The tree is still decorated quarter by quarter. Taylor and I love it.
I've found something I like! I bought for my friend a set of really neat vases, and I wanted to put some flowers in them, but I knew that, in this occasion, any store bought flowers would feel half-hearted or fake. And they would die rather quickly. So I searched the internet for paper flowers. I saw the ones I used to make out of tissue paper, and then I found these!I made a few for her out of red paper, glued them to some sticks I found outside, and stuck them in the vases. They added a very nice touch to the already rustic-looking vases.
I'm not very good at them yet, and I had to use a lot of glue, but I want to get better at making them, because I wouldn't mind using this idea in the future for, say, a wedding or something.
{Images via Dozi Design Paper Flower Tutorial}
I wrote about the Twilight movie recently. I mentioned the sweetness of Edward and Bella listening to "Claire De Lune." Really, the most romantic part was Edward playing the piano himself (as Bella gazed on, dumbfounded, with her mouth gaping). He played this really beautiful song that I knew I wanted to figure out on the piano myself. Ever since watching the movie, I've been really excited about finding the clip on YouTube, figuring out the music, and writing it down. Ok, I'm pretty sure that this piece is magic music because, as I watched the YouTube video, I was listening to the song and looking at the Edward/Bella picture montage that (naturally) accompanied it. Get this: I began to feel sympathy for Edward and Bella. I began to think that they really did have something good between them instead of a sad, hollow excuse for a relationship. How weird is that? Under the influence of the music, I began to think that the stupid people were not so stupid when, in fact, they are.
I spent my afternoon at the piano with blank sheet music and my sister's laptop. Time well spent.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Lately
Facebook posts to my profile whenever I like someone's status. I've looked, but I don't know how to turn that off. I like a lot of statuses, and I don't really want it posted on my profile, but I'd rather not have to hit "Remove" every time I want one of these posts taken down. Let me know if you can help.
I had an adventure yesterday. It began with an announcement I made in acting class about my clear bubble umbrella with bright green trim. It had gone missing last Tuesday night, and I wanted my classmates to keep their eyes out for it. I was certain that it'd been stolen. After all, it's pretty much the awesomest umbrella ever created. Besides maybe Robinson Crusoe's... maybe. His just looked really cool in the pictures. Handmade and all. All right, so, after acting class, I head out for a walk downtown. My destination: a small craft shop where I could pick up something my friend had made there. On the way, I called my good friend who I often refer to as "D." (Seriously, that's what I call her.) Well, D tells me that she's shopping with her cousin who's in town. Not wanting to intrude on her family time, I suggested she turn her phone on silent for the next half hour or so and I'll call back and leave her some voicemails. She happily agreed. (It is our ritual to leave each other many lengthy voicemails in a row. We rarely see each other anymore, and we rarely get a hold of each other, either, so long voicemails are the best way to keep in touch. And what we have to say usually takes up 2-3 voicemails.)
As I was talking to D's voicemail box, I told her/it that I'd have to stay wary of the cars driving past me. That was kinda scary. Those cars go a lot faster when you're walking, not driving, beside them.
When I got to the craft shop, two voicemails later, the shop didn't have what my friend had made, but they gave her some store credit and I went on my way. On the way back, a car honked at me as I waited at the stoplight. I was happy to see Anna and her boyfriend in the car, and I remembered that I had borrowed her scarf for the concert last weekend. I yell over to them across the way, "I've got your scarf!" I did, in fact, have it in my bag, because I was intending to return it to her soon. I rummaged in my bag, pulled out the scarf, and waved it so they could see. I didn't anticipate returning it to her by way of her boyfriend's hand extended from her car window, but I think it's awesome. He yelled, "Thanks," and they were on their way.
After a couple minutes more, I saw 3 other friends from school. They were on the other side of the street, and we yelled back and forth over the traffic for a short while. Shortly after this, another car honked at me. The car was behind me and, when I turn around to see who it was, I see my RA charging towards me in the passenger's seat of Alicia's car. (Alicia is in my acting class.) My RA is holding out a clear bubble umbrella with bright green trim. Yep. Alicia had found my umbrella on her hall and grabbed it for me. I suppose she had been on her way out the door and just brought it with her downtown. They were on their way somewhere and had to speed off somewhere else, but how cool is this?! I dropped off an item via car window, and I received an item via car window! And that received item was my long lost and beloved umbrella! So cool!
I just watched the worst movie of all time. Twilight is completely horrible. Some of my friends decided to have a Twilight Bash. In reality, we decided to have a Twilight BashING. We had a good time laughing, gagging, and yelling at the screen, but, when it was all finished, a sinking feeling set in. This is what the young generation (and many others, from what I read) is gorging themselves on?
I was talking with a sixth grade girl the other night. We had just met. She is quite the talkative little girl, and she opened up when I asked about her hobbies. She likes to read. She likes to read Twilight. I asked her why, and she told me, "Because it's so romantic." It's not romantic. It's devoid of romance and relationship. (The most romantic part is when Bella and Edward listen to "Claire de Lune" for a few seconds, he tries to get her to dance with him, and she tells him (you guessed it!), "I can't dance.") (Well, and hanging out in the trees was pretty cool, but my other girlfriends said that that's just me.) No, there's nothing at all in the movie character of Edward to make any sane girl fall in love with him. Yet she behaves as if they've been lovers for ages. Lovers. Let that word be associated with lust in this context. My young friend may have been referring to the lust in the movie as romance. And, this lust, it's not the desire for sex, it's the desire for... vampire... ness. And it's Edward's vampire-ness that's so alluring. His blood thirst for her makes Bella swoon for him. As we were discussing after the movie, Edward's blood lust is a metaphor for the regular kind of lust. Bella doesn't turn away from the lust, but, in fact, she encourages it. And this is what my six grade friend finds attractive. That makes me sick. (There were so many times during the film when we yelled at Bella and demanded she use her senses, but she never listened to us. She acted very, very foolishly, but she's who young girls aspire to be like because she gets the sparkly, creepily protective boyfriend who constantly brings her face to face with danger and near-death experiences.)
And, For the record! Vampires do NOT Sparkle! And the do NOT have reflections! And those Cullens would never had made Italian food... Garlic! Duh! And,in the Cullens' house, there was a piece of wood that looked like a cross, very much like a crucifix. Stephanie Meyer should have called her super fast, super strong, sparkly creatures something else. I hope she didn't mess the werewolves up too badly...
I had an adventure yesterday. It began with an announcement I made in acting class about my clear bubble umbrella with bright green trim. It had gone missing last Tuesday night, and I wanted my classmates to keep their eyes out for it. I was certain that it'd been stolen. After all, it's pretty much the awesomest umbrella ever created. Besides maybe Robinson Crusoe's... maybe. His just looked really cool in the pictures. Handmade and all. All right, so, after acting class, I head out for a walk downtown. My destination: a small craft shop where I could pick up something my friend had made there. On the way, I called my good friend who I often refer to as "D." (Seriously, that's what I call her.) Well, D tells me that she's shopping with her cousin who's in town. Not wanting to intrude on her family time, I suggested she turn her phone on silent for the next half hour or so and I'll call back and leave her some voicemails. She happily agreed. (It is our ritual to leave each other many lengthy voicemails in a row. We rarely see each other anymore, and we rarely get a hold of each other, either, so long voicemails are the best way to keep in touch. And what we have to say usually takes up 2-3 voicemails.)
As I was talking to D's voicemail box, I told her/it that I'd have to stay wary of the cars driving past me. That was kinda scary. Those cars go a lot faster when you're walking, not driving, beside them.
When I got to the craft shop, two voicemails later, the shop didn't have what my friend had made, but they gave her some store credit and I went on my way. On the way back, a car honked at me as I waited at the stoplight. I was happy to see Anna and her boyfriend in the car, and I remembered that I had borrowed her scarf for the concert last weekend. I yell over to them across the way, "I've got your scarf!" I did, in fact, have it in my bag, because I was intending to return it to her soon. I rummaged in my bag, pulled out the scarf, and waved it so they could see. I didn't anticipate returning it to her by way of her boyfriend's hand extended from her car window, but I think it's awesome. He yelled, "Thanks," and they were on their way.
After a couple minutes more, I saw 3 other friends from school. They were on the other side of the street, and we yelled back and forth over the traffic for a short while. Shortly after this, another car honked at me. The car was behind me and, when I turn around to see who it was, I see my RA charging towards me in the passenger's seat of Alicia's car. (Alicia is in my acting class.) My RA is holding out a clear bubble umbrella with bright green trim. Yep. Alicia had found my umbrella on her hall and grabbed it for me. I suppose she had been on her way out the door and just brought it with her downtown. They were on their way somewhere and had to speed off somewhere else, but how cool is this?! I dropped off an item via car window, and I received an item via car window! And that received item was my long lost and beloved umbrella! So cool!
I just watched the worst movie of all time. Twilight is completely horrible. Some of my friends decided to have a Twilight Bash. In reality, we decided to have a Twilight BashING. We had a good time laughing, gagging, and yelling at the screen, but, when it was all finished, a sinking feeling set in. This is what the young generation (and many others, from what I read) is gorging themselves on?
I was talking with a sixth grade girl the other night. We had just met. She is quite the talkative little girl, and she opened up when I asked about her hobbies. She likes to read. She likes to read Twilight. I asked her why, and she told me, "Because it's so romantic." It's not romantic. It's devoid of romance and relationship. (The most romantic part is when Bella and Edward listen to "Claire de Lune" for a few seconds, he tries to get her to dance with him, and she tells him (you guessed it!), "I can't dance.") (Well, and hanging out in the trees was pretty cool, but my other girlfriends said that that's just me.) No, there's nothing at all in the movie character of Edward to make any sane girl fall in love with him. Yet she behaves as if they've been lovers for ages. Lovers. Let that word be associated with lust in this context. My young friend may have been referring to the lust in the movie as romance. And, this lust, it's not the desire for sex, it's the desire for... vampire... ness. And it's Edward's vampire-ness that's so alluring. His blood thirst for her makes Bella swoon for him. As we were discussing after the movie, Edward's blood lust is a metaphor for the regular kind of lust. Bella doesn't turn away from the lust, but, in fact, she encourages it. And this is what my six grade friend finds attractive. That makes me sick. (There were so many times during the film when we yelled at Bella and demanded she use her senses, but she never listened to us. She acted very, very foolishly, but she's who young girls aspire to be like because she gets the sparkly, creepily protective boyfriend who constantly brings her face to face with danger and near-death experiences.)
And, For the record! Vampires do NOT Sparkle! And the do NOT have reflections! And those Cullens would never had made Italian food... Garlic! Duh! And,in the Cullens' house, there was a piece of wood that looked like a cross, very much like a crucifix. Stephanie Meyer should have called her super fast, super strong, sparkly creatures something else. I hope she didn't mess the werewolves up too badly...
Lately
Facebook posts to my profile whenever I like someone's status. I've looked, but I don't know how to turn that off. I like a lot of statuses, and I don't really want it posted on my profile, but I'd rather not have to hit "Remove" every time I want one of these posts taken down. Let me know if you can help.
I had an adventure yesterday. It began with an announcement I made in acting class about my clear bubble umbrella with bright green trim. It had gone missing last Tuesday night, and I wanted my classmates to keep their eyes out for it. I was certain that it'd been stolen. After all, it's pretty much the awesomest umbrella ever created. Besides maybe Robinson Crusoe's... maybe. His just looked really cool in the pictures. Handmade and all. All right, so, after acting class, I head out for a walk downtown. My destination: a small craft shop where I could pick up something my friend had made there. On the way, I called my good friend who I often refer to as "D." (Seriously, that's what I call her.) Well, D tells me that she's shopping with her cousin who's in town. Not wanting to intrude on her family time, I suggested she turn her phone on silent for the next half hour or so and I'll call back and leave her some voicemails. She happily agreed. (It is our ritual to leave each other many lengthy voicemails in a row. We rarely see each other anymore, and we rarely get a hold of each other, either, so long voicemails are the best way to keep in touch. And what we have to say usually takes up 2-3 voicemails.)
As I was talking to D's voicemail box, I told her/it that I'd have to stay wary of the cars driving past me. That was kinda scary. Those cars go a lot faster when you're walking, not driving, beside them.
When I got to the craft shop, two voicemails later, the shop didn't have what my friend had made, but they gave her some store credit and I went on my way. On the way back, a car honked at me as I waited at the stoplight. I was happy to see Anna and her boyfriend in the car, and I remembered that I had borrowed her scarf for the concert last weekend. I yell over to them across the way, "I've got your scarf!" I did, in fact, have it in my bag, because I was intending to return it to her soon. I rummaged in my bag, pulled out the scarf, and waved it so they could see. I didn't anticipate returning it to her by way of her boyfriend's hand extended from her car window, but I think it's awesome. He yelled, "Thanks," and they were on their way.
After a couple minutes more, I saw 3 other friends from school. They were on the other side of the street, and we yelled back and forth over the traffic for a short while. Shortly after this, another car honked at me. The car was behind me and, when I turn around to see who it was, I see my RA charging towards me in the passenger's seat of Alicia's car. (Alicia is in my acting class.) My RA is holding out a clear bubble umbrella with bright green trim. Yep. Alicia had found my umbrella on her hall and grabbed it for me. I suppose she had been on her way out the door and just brought it with her downtown. They were on their way somewhere and had to speed off somewhere else, but how cool is this?! I dropped off an item via car window, and I received an item via car window! And that received item was my long lost and beloved umbrella! So cool!
I just watched the worst movie of all time. Twilight is completely horrible. Some of my friends decided to have a Twilight Bash. In reality, we decided to have a Twilight BashING. We had a good time laughing, gagging, and yelling at the screen, but, when it was all finished, a sinking feeling set in. This is what the young generation (and many others, from what I read) is gorging themselves on?
I was talking with a sixth grade girl the other night. We had just met. She is quite the talkative little girl, and she opened up when I asked about her hobbies. She likes to read. She likes to read Twilight. I asked her why, and she told me, "Because it's so romantic." It's not romantic. It's devoid of romance and relationship. (The most romantic part is when Bella and Edward listen to "Claire de Lune" for a few seconds, he tries to get her to dance with him, and she tells him (you guessed it!), "I can't dance.") (Well, and hanging out in the trees was pretty cool, but my other girlfriends said that that's just me.) No, there's nothing at all in the movie character of Edward to make any sane girl fall in love with him. Yet she behaves as if they've been lovers for ages. Lovers. Let that word be associated with lust in this context. My young friend may have been referring to the lust in the movie as romance. And, this lust, it's not the desire for sex, it's the desire for... vampire... ness. And it's Edward's vampire-ness that's so alluring. His blood thirst for her makes Bella swoon for him. As we were discussing after the movie, Edward's blood lust is a metaphor for the regular kind of lust. Bella doesn't turn away from the lust, but, in fact, she encourages it. And this is what my six grade friend finds attractive. That makes me sick. (There were so many times during the film when we yelled at Bella and demanded she use her senses, but she never listened to us. She acted very, very foolishly, but she's who young girls aspire to be like because she gets the sparkly, creepily protective boyfriend who constantly brings her face to face with danger and near-death experiences.)
And, For the record! Vampires do NOT Sparkle! And the do NOT have reflections! And those Cullens would never had made Italian food... Garlic! Duh! And,in the Cullens' house, there was a piece of wood that looked like a cross, very much like a crucifix. Stephanie Meyer should have called her super fast, super strong, sparkly creatures something else. I hope she didn't mess the werewolves up too badly...
I had an adventure yesterday. It began with an announcement I made in acting class about my clear bubble umbrella with bright green trim. It had gone missing last Tuesday night, and I wanted my classmates to keep their eyes out for it. I was certain that it'd been stolen. After all, it's pretty much the awesomest umbrella ever created. Besides maybe Robinson Crusoe's... maybe. His just looked really cool in the pictures. Handmade and all. All right, so, after acting class, I head out for a walk downtown. My destination: a small craft shop where I could pick up something my friend had made there. On the way, I called my good friend who I often refer to as "D." (Seriously, that's what I call her.) Well, D tells me that she's shopping with her cousin who's in town. Not wanting to intrude on her family time, I suggested she turn her phone on silent for the next half hour or so and I'll call back and leave her some voicemails. She happily agreed. (It is our ritual to leave each other many lengthy voicemails in a row. We rarely see each other anymore, and we rarely get a hold of each other, either, so long voicemails are the best way to keep in touch. And what we have to say usually takes up 2-3 voicemails.)
As I was talking to D's voicemail box, I told her/it that I'd have to stay wary of the cars driving past me. That was kinda scary. Those cars go a lot faster when you're walking, not driving, beside them.
When I got to the craft shop, two voicemails later, the shop didn't have what my friend had made, but they gave her some store credit and I went on my way. On the way back, a car honked at me as I waited at the stoplight. I was happy to see Anna and her boyfriend in the car, and I remembered that I had borrowed her scarf for the concert last weekend. I yell over to them across the way, "I've got your scarf!" I did, in fact, have it in my bag, because I was intending to return it to her soon. I rummaged in my bag, pulled out the scarf, and waved it so they could see. I didn't anticipate returning it to her by way of her boyfriend's hand extended from her car window, but I think it's awesome. He yelled, "Thanks," and they were on their way.
After a couple minutes more, I saw 3 other friends from school. They were on the other side of the street, and we yelled back and forth over the traffic for a short while. Shortly after this, another car honked at me. The car was behind me and, when I turn around to see who it was, I see my RA charging towards me in the passenger's seat of Alicia's car. (Alicia is in my acting class.) My RA is holding out a clear bubble umbrella with bright green trim. Yep. Alicia had found my umbrella on her hall and grabbed it for me. I suppose she had been on her way out the door and just brought it with her downtown. They were on their way somewhere and had to speed off somewhere else, but how cool is this?! I dropped off an item via car window, and I received an item via car window! And that received item was my long lost and beloved umbrella! So cool!
I just watched the worst movie of all time. Twilight is completely horrible. Some of my friends decided to have a Twilight Bash. In reality, we decided to have a Twilight BashING. We had a good time laughing, gagging, and yelling at the screen, but, when it was all finished, a sinking feeling set in. This is what the young generation (and many others, from what I read) is gorging themselves on?
I was talking with a sixth grade girl the other night. We had just met. She is quite the talkative little girl, and she opened up when I asked about her hobbies. She likes to read. She likes to read Twilight. I asked her why, and she told me, "Because it's so romantic." It's not romantic. It's devoid of romance and relationship. (The most romantic part is when Bella and Edward listen to "Claire de Lune" for a few seconds, he tries to get her to dance with him, and she tells him (you guessed it!), "I can't dance.") (Well, and hanging out in the trees was pretty cool, but my other girlfriends said that that's just me.) No, there's nothing at all in the movie character of Edward to make any sane girl fall in love with him. Yet she behaves as if they've been lovers for ages. Lovers. Let that word be associated with lust in this context. My young friend may have been referring to the lust in the movie as romance. And, this lust, it's not the desire for sex, it's the desire for... vampire... ness. And it's Edward's vampire-ness that's so alluring. His blood thirst for her makes Bella swoon for him. As we were discussing after the movie, Edward's blood lust is a metaphor for the regular kind of lust. Bella doesn't turn away from the lust, but, in fact, she encourages it. And this is what my six grade friend finds attractive. That makes me sick. (There were so many times during the film when we yelled at Bella and demanded she use her senses, but she never listened to us. She acted very, very foolishly, but she's who young girls aspire to be like because she gets the sparkly, creepily protective boyfriend who constantly brings her face to face with danger and near-death experiences.)
And, For the record! Vampires do NOT Sparkle! And the do NOT have reflections! And those Cullens would never had made Italian food... Garlic! Duh! And,in the Cullens' house, there was a piece of wood that looked like a cross, very much like a crucifix. Stephanie Meyer should have called her super fast, super strong, sparkly creatures something else. I hope she didn't mess the werewolves up too badly...
Saturday, December 12, 2009
But I still like to play my music loud!
You know you're a senior when you enforce quiet hour even though you're not an RA. I never thought it would come to this. :)
P.s. Yesterday, I saw a freshman running to a Mr. Palmer class. MLIA
P.s. Yesterday, I saw a freshman running to a Mr. Palmer class. MLIA
But I still like to play my music loud!
You know you're a senior when you enforce quiet hour even though you're not an RA. I never thought it would come to this. :)
P.s. Yesterday, I saw a freshman running to a Mr. Palmer class. MLIA
P.s. Yesterday, I saw a freshman running to a Mr. Palmer class. MLIA
Friday, December 11, 2009
Fidelity
I just overheard a snippet of a conversation in which a man said, "I have zero tolerance for cheating [in marriage]. No second chance, no nothing." That made me think:
1 - His stance is legit. Yes, Jesus requires that we forgive one another, but, even in the Old Testament, infidelity was grounds for divorce.
2 - Hypothetically, if my husband were to cheat on me, even if I did forgive him, I can't imagine how difficult it would be to trust him again. In fact, I think that the fact of his adultery would shake the core of our marriage so fiercely, I doubt I would feel safe and secure with him anymore. Therefore, though divorce would be devastating, so would continuing in the marriage. Major props to couples who have survived and recovered from such a disaster.
3 - If the people of society are so hurt by infidelity in marriage, then why does society make it so easy to fall into it? Sleeping around, living together as partners but not spouses, the media... It all preaches that sex without lifelong commitment is acceptable. Even though abstinence is labeled as "Christian" and strange, isn't the preservation of purity and the morals that it encourages what people ultimately want in their marriage?
I think that I could add more to this. Well, yes, surely I could, but this is all for now. Mostly because it's time for me to go.
1 - His stance is legit. Yes, Jesus requires that we forgive one another, but, even in the Old Testament, infidelity was grounds for divorce.
2 - Hypothetically, if my husband were to cheat on me, even if I did forgive him, I can't imagine how difficult it would be to trust him again. In fact, I think that the fact of his adultery would shake the core of our marriage so fiercely, I doubt I would feel safe and secure with him anymore. Therefore, though divorce would be devastating, so would continuing in the marriage. Major props to couples who have survived and recovered from such a disaster.
3 - If the people of society are so hurt by infidelity in marriage, then why does society make it so easy to fall into it? Sleeping around, living together as partners but not spouses, the media... It all preaches that sex without lifelong commitment is acceptable. Even though abstinence is labeled as "Christian" and strange, isn't the preservation of purity and the morals that it encourages what people ultimately want in their marriage?
I think that I could add more to this. Well, yes, surely I could, but this is all for now. Mostly because it's time for me to go.
Fidelity
I just overheard a snippet of a conversation in which a man said, "I have zero tolerance for cheating [in marriage]. No second chance, no nothing." That made me think:
1 - His stance is legit. Yes, Jesus requires that we forgive one another, but, even in the Old Testament, infidelity was grounds for divorce.
2 - Hypothetically, if my husband were to cheat on me, even if I did forgive him, I can't imagine how difficult it would be to trust him again. In fact, I think that the fact of his adultery would shake the core of our marriage so fiercely, I doubt I would feel safe and secure with him anymore. Therefore, though divorce would be devastating, so would continuing in the marriage. Major props to couples who have survived and recovered from such a disaster.
3 - If the people of society are so hurt by infidelity in marriage, then why does society make it so easy to fall into it? Sleeping around, living together as partners but not spouses, the media... It all preaches that sex without lifelong commitment is acceptable. Even though abstinence is labeled as "Christian" and strange, isn't the preservation of purity and the morals that it encourages what people ultimately want in their marriage?
I think that I could add more to this. Well, yes, surely I could, but this is all for now. Mostly because it's time for me to go.
1 - His stance is legit. Yes, Jesus requires that we forgive one another, but, even in the Old Testament, infidelity was grounds for divorce.
2 - Hypothetically, if my husband were to cheat on me, even if I did forgive him, I can't imagine how difficult it would be to trust him again. In fact, I think that the fact of his adultery would shake the core of our marriage so fiercely, I doubt I would feel safe and secure with him anymore. Therefore, though divorce would be devastating, so would continuing in the marriage. Major props to couples who have survived and recovered from such a disaster.
3 - If the people of society are so hurt by infidelity in marriage, then why does society make it so easy to fall into it? Sleeping around, living together as partners but not spouses, the media... It all preaches that sex without lifelong commitment is acceptable. Even though abstinence is labeled as "Christian" and strange, isn't the preservation of purity and the morals that it encourages what people ultimately want in their marriage?
I think that I could add more to this. Well, yes, surely I could, but this is all for now. Mostly because it's time for me to go.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Senioritus... Can I have the definition, please?
Well, I don't want to study for my biological origins exam at all. It's a bummer, too, because I really like the subject and the topics that will be covered in my noon-tomorrow exam. Unfortunately, I'm just burned out from scraping through 1.5 rough weeks of insanity. This is my last finals week, though. Ever. Weird.
I still don't want to go. How about all of my buds just come with me wherever I head to after college?! That. Would be sweet.
I still don't want to go. How about all of my buds just come with me wherever I head to after college?! That. Would be sweet.
Senioritus... Can I have the definition, please?
Well, I don't want to study for my biological origins exam at all. It's a bummer, too, because I really like the subject and the topics that will be covered in my noon-tomorrow exam. Unfortunately, I'm just burned out from scraping through 1.5 rough weeks of insanity. This is my last finals week, though. Ever. Weird.
I still don't want to go. How about all of my buds just come with me wherever I head to after college?! That. Would be sweet.
I still don't want to go. How about all of my buds just come with me wherever I head to after college?! That. Would be sweet.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Research
I just thought this was interesting:
Four Fundamental Views of the Self
Four Fundamental Views of the Self
- The subjective self is the adolescent's private view of who she sees herself to be. Although this self-view has been heavily influenced by parents and has been hammered out in interactions with peers, it is still her own assessment.
- The obective self is what others see when they view the adolescent. It is the person others think the teen is.
- The social self is the adolescent's perception of herself as she thinks others see her. It is what she thinks she looks like to others.
- The ideal self is the adolescent's concept of who she would like to become, her ultimate goal.
Research
I just thought this was interesting:
Four Fundamental Views of the Self
Four Fundamental Views of the Self
- The subjective self is the adolescent's private view of who she sees herself to be. Although this self-view has been heavily influenced by parents and has been hammered out in interactions with peers, it is still her own assessment.
- The obective self is what others see when they view the adolescent. It is the person others think the teen is.
- The social self is the adolescent's perception of herself as she thinks others see her. It is what she thinks she looks like to others.
- The ideal self is the adolescent's concept of who she would like to become, her ultimate goal.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Welcome to December
Is contentment something that should be chased or should we just be content with discontentment and let contentment come on its own? (That sounds like a very silly question.) I wish that it, contentment, weren't so fleeting. Rather, I wish that I weren't so easily stressed.
Welcome to December
Is contentment something that should be chased or should we just be content with discontentment and let contentment come on its own? (That sounds like a very silly question.) I wish that it, contentment, weren't so fleeting. Rather, I wish that I weren't so easily stressed.
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