This is very important. I mean, seriously, NEWS WORTHY.
I'm surprised the M'ville Tribune wasn't all over this...seriously.
So, while running errands the other day, an unprecedented event occurred.
In the same grocery store, at the same time, in the very same aisle --- were two of M'ville's possibly four homosexuals. !!!!!!
I'm serious. Me and the guy scanning my groceries -- who woulda thunk it.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Onward and Upward
So, I felt a little better today. For the past three or so days, I've had a bit of a cold/flu, but today was a definite improvement. I spent most of the day doing stuff, not just thinking about doing it.
I caught myself making a list of things I should do as I was trying to take a nap -- I don't know why my mind always seizes that tender time before sleep takes me over to rattle on about what I haven't done, but it sure does. However, I also got to thinking of a list that I found in a notebook that I had written in while in Thailand. In this notebook, I had a list consisting of probably more than 100 things that I told myself I should do/wanted to do my senior year back in PA. This list included things like playing guitar at nursing homes, meditating every day, getting a job (or more than one), going horseback riding, organizing a community carpooling system for grocery shopping, exercising every day, etc.....
SO, I got to thinking that maybe my pre-napping stress isn't something that I always have to listen to. Or maybe, when my head stresses in general and tells me all the things I "should" do, maybe I "should" (haha) practice not listening.
I know there's at least one person in my life who has told me to shake off the shoulds. I ought to listen to her. Still, listening and actually being able to do that -- it's rough. Pretty difficult.
Also, a random sidenote, I read up a bit on astrology today (which I still hold as a pseudoscience, though an entertaining one) and had a hilarious time with my mother and sister, hearing our personality traits portrayed rather accurately by this distinctly British text. It was lots of fun. :) I'd like to think that with my late July (and induced) birth, I retained all the best characteristics of both Cancer and Leo.
What do y'all think?
I caught myself making a list of things I should do as I was trying to take a nap -- I don't know why my mind always seizes that tender time before sleep takes me over to rattle on about what I haven't done, but it sure does. However, I also got to thinking of a list that I found in a notebook that I had written in while in Thailand. In this notebook, I had a list consisting of probably more than 100 things that I told myself I should do/wanted to do my senior year back in PA. This list included things like playing guitar at nursing homes, meditating every day, getting a job (or more than one), going horseback riding, organizing a community carpooling system for grocery shopping, exercising every day, etc.....
SO, I got to thinking that maybe my pre-napping stress isn't something that I always have to listen to. Or maybe, when my head stresses in general and tells me all the things I "should" do, maybe I "should" (haha) practice not listening.
I know there's at least one person in my life who has told me to shake off the shoulds. I ought to listen to her. Still, listening and actually being able to do that -- it's rough. Pretty difficult.
Also, a random sidenote, I read up a bit on astrology today (which I still hold as a pseudoscience, though an entertaining one) and had a hilarious time with my mother and sister, hearing our personality traits portrayed rather accurately by this distinctly British text. It was lots of fun. :) I'd like to think that with my late July (and induced) birth, I retained all the best characteristics of both Cancer and Leo.
What do y'all think?
Saturday, July 3, 2010
HAAHAA.
I just realized some of the similarities in the post I just wrote and the one before that. Sorry for being repeat-o-gal, folks. I don't mean to talk about the brilliance of life every time I write!!!
I'll try to change it up next time. :D
I'll try to change it up next time. :D
Ist das so?
(The title of a song that I enjoy by the band 'Wir sind Helden')
Hey, everyone.
I wanted to apologize to my ersatz audience for not writing in so long. In the past two weeks, I've been busy learning my lines to be Raphael the archangel in a play that my sister is directing, managing relations with family, watching the World Cup (DEUTSCHLAND!!! --- 4:0! Did everyone SEE that game???), trying to keep/get back into shape, and having a truly fantastic time in Europe.
Now I'm back at home and getting ready for performances in said play and getting ready to go back to work at the ol' café (where I used to work during high school).
When I was in Germany spending time with my girlfriend, I also spent time with some of her friends -- well, people I would also consider friends of mine. True, she gets to spend more time with them than I do. However, I just wanted to mention how incredible it is that I feel so connected to and understood by these fantastic people who I have only ever seen for about a month out of my 19 years-minus-seventeen-days. That's pretty damn neat.
It's like these new college friends that I have. I mean, it happens to almost everyone -- going to college, you get these friends that are, by the end of a semester or two, almost as close to you as your closest friends were at home but you've known them for a fraction of the time. Why does it work like that? I have a theory -- I think it has to do with friends at home knowing you for so long and through so many things that they think they understand you completely, and maybe they understood the 10 year-old you, or the 15 year-old one -- but by the time you're 18, you feel so different. And yes, have a good laugh any adults that might be reading this -- we 18-year-olds, young as we are, certainly feel like we know a good damn deal about the world. Anyways, these college friends -- they have a fresh perspective. They see you only when you get there, only when you react to these crazy new circumstances, when you get to pick your own classes and friends and hobbies and food and schedule.
But -- well, my college friends are pretty damn fantastic, and so are the folks I know in Germersheim, Germany. I just -- tonight's one of those nights during which I am in a constant state of realization of just how lucky I am.
It's pretty cool.
Happy 4th of July, folks.
Hey, everyone.
I wanted to apologize to my ersatz audience for not writing in so long. In the past two weeks, I've been busy learning my lines to be Raphael the archangel in a play that my sister is directing, managing relations with family, watching the World Cup (DEUTSCHLAND!!! --- 4:0! Did everyone SEE that game???), trying to keep/get back into shape, and having a truly fantastic time in Europe.
Now I'm back at home and getting ready for performances in said play and getting ready to go back to work at the ol' café (where I used to work during high school).
When I was in Germany spending time with my girlfriend, I also spent time with some of her friends -- well, people I would also consider friends of mine. True, she gets to spend more time with them than I do. However, I just wanted to mention how incredible it is that I feel so connected to and understood by these fantastic people who I have only ever seen for about a month out of my 19 years-minus-seventeen-days. That's pretty damn neat.
It's like these new college friends that I have. I mean, it happens to almost everyone -- going to college, you get these friends that are, by the end of a semester or two, almost as close to you as your closest friends were at home but you've known them for a fraction of the time. Why does it work like that? I have a theory -- I think it has to do with friends at home knowing you for so long and through so many things that they think they understand you completely, and maybe they understood the 10 year-old you, or the 15 year-old one -- but by the time you're 18, you feel so different. And yes, have a good laugh any adults that might be reading this -- we 18-year-olds, young as we are, certainly feel like we know a good damn deal about the world. Anyways, these college friends -- they have a fresh perspective. They see you only when you get there, only when you react to these crazy new circumstances, when you get to pick your own classes and friends and hobbies and food and schedule.
But -- well, my college friends are pretty damn fantastic, and so are the folks I know in Germersheim, Germany. I just -- tonight's one of those nights during which I am in a constant state of realization of just how lucky I am.
It's pretty cool.
Happy 4th of July, folks.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
"I'm shiny and I know it."
Hey.
To begin, I want to apologize for not writing here in a while -- I understand that it's not like I have a contract that says I have to write every X number of days, but still -- I missed this.
For the past couple of weeks, I've been in the throes of being home again -- dealing with a divided family, friends who would rather be with their college friends, lots of time in close proximity with folks that I haven't seen in months, changes in people's lives, and not feeling quite like I belong in this small town but feeling guilty for wanting to be elsewhere. It's complicated.
However, today, I reconnected with a friend who is so very dear to me, and she really brightened my week. The rest of this week is looking good, too. I've been going to rehearsals for my sister's play (Y'all can call me Raphael, mmkay? ARCHANGEL. That's right.) and tomorrow I get to attend the high school graduation, have tea with that dear friend of mine, and on Friday, even more things are planned.
And on Saturday, I'll be gliding over the Atlantic, going to see my girl once more.
--
I'm so lucky to live this life, even with all its craziness. Sometimes, for a split second, I understand that everyone that I know has a life that is just as complicated and confusing and beautiful and difficult and fascinating as mine -- I comprehend it for one moment -- and it blows my mind.
It's a damn cool world we live in.
To begin, I want to apologize for not writing here in a while -- I understand that it's not like I have a contract that says I have to write every X number of days, but still -- I missed this.
For the past couple of weeks, I've been in the throes of being home again -- dealing with a divided family, friends who would rather be with their college friends, lots of time in close proximity with folks that I haven't seen in months, changes in people's lives, and not feeling quite like I belong in this small town but feeling guilty for wanting to be elsewhere. It's complicated.
However, today, I reconnected with a friend who is so very dear to me, and she really brightened my week. The rest of this week is looking good, too. I've been going to rehearsals for my sister's play (Y'all can call me Raphael, mmkay? ARCHANGEL. That's right.) and tomorrow I get to attend the high school graduation, have tea with that dear friend of mine, and on Friday, even more things are planned.
And on Saturday, I'll be gliding over the Atlantic, going to see my girl once more.
--
I'm so lucky to live this life, even with all its craziness. Sometimes, for a split second, I understand that everyone that I know has a life that is just as complicated and confusing and beautiful and difficult and fascinating as mine -- I comprehend it for one moment -- and it blows my mind.
It's a damn cool world we live in.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Outcry
I was at the supermarket this evening with my mother, and upon walking into the check-out line, I was bombarded with unflattering pictures of actresses and actors that probably have enough on their minds without nasty paparazzi photos -- AND I was also hit from all sides by "Ways to lose weight!" "Melt that fat!" "Get your bikini body!" "Find out about the calories you could be cutting!" "Trim that belly!"
-----it made me furious. To think -- to honestly think about what that kind of advertising, those kinds of put-downs are doing to so many young girls in our country, in our world -- and probably boys, too (though for them, the pressure is to have a big penis and to have muscles, not just to be as thin as a twig). -- it makes me so mad. It's also frustrating because it's not really something that I can change about our culture as a whole. Sure, I can try to undo all the brainwashing in my mind that has accumulated over the years that tells me that thin is always better than fat, that being normal sized is basically being fat, that--that somehow this punishing society of ours is right.
I do need to try and fight that, but I wish I could fight it on a larger scale.
-----it made me furious. To think -- to honestly think about what that kind of advertising, those kinds of put-downs are doing to so many young girls in our country, in our world -- and probably boys, too (though for them, the pressure is to have a big penis and to have muscles, not just to be as thin as a twig). -- it makes me so mad. It's also frustrating because it's not really something that I can change about our culture as a whole. Sure, I can try to undo all the brainwashing in my mind that has accumulated over the years that tells me that thin is always better than fat, that being normal sized is basically being fat, that--that somehow this punishing society of ours is right.
I do need to try and fight that, but I wish I could fight it on a larger scale.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
A darn good evening.
: )
So, tonight -- after the weird house-shuffle that must take place these days due to the separation of my folks, I played a multi-lingual game of cribbage with my mother. We tried it in English, French, and German, and had a grand old time. It put me into an einfach fantastic mood, and inspired me to create a makeshift table for my laptop in my room (fashioned out of an old locker-shelf ((one of the foldy, metal ones)) and an old pillowcase) and got me thinking about more things I can do over the next few days.
Also, for those of you interested in the countdown, June 2 is almost ending. I get to see my girl again on the 12th.
It's just wondrous. : )
So, tonight -- after the weird house-shuffle that must take place these days due to the separation of my folks, I played a multi-lingual game of cribbage with my mother. We tried it in English, French, and German, and had a grand old time. It put me into an einfach fantastic mood, and inspired me to create a makeshift table for my laptop in my room (fashioned out of an old locker-shelf ((one of the foldy, metal ones)) and an old pillowcase) and got me thinking about more things I can do over the next few days.
Also, for those of you interested in the countdown, June 2 is almost ending. I get to see my girl again on the 12th.
It's just wondrous. : )
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