That's right. That's how committed I am to making this one of the most successful blogs...OF ALL TIME. Though not too committed, in case I still fail, and later need to retract my statement, claiming I always knew I was too cool for blogging, and thusly never really tried. But I digress...
Plus I really wanted to eat some hummus. And I can't really eat hummus while I nap. Which is simultaneously a huge shame and a blessing. Because how awesome would it be to never have to part from my one true love?? On the other hand, my waistline and my sense of decorum thank me, because how 1) fattening and 2) repulsive. Can you imagine someone eating in their sleep? Think of the smacking, the slurping, the burping! Oh, the horror, the horror! I would say I digress again, but I now realize I never had a point to this post to begin with, so it is impossible to stray from something you never had. Unless you count Tom Cruise going out of his mind. Because he did. And I doubt it was ever there anyways.
In any case, my roommate and I watched Footloose the other day. Mmmmmm. Kevin Bacon. I'm sad they're remaking it. It's too soon. And all those gratuitous dance scenes really speak to me, even though they are stylistically antiquated. (Do I sound smart now? Good, 'cause:)I'm, like, super bummed that Zac Efron dropped out of the remake!! Because I like, totally <3 him!!! ... And in conclusion, I'd like to say that dropping out of the remake was probably a wise career move, because, honestly? How many gratuitous dance scenes with Zac-y Poo... hmmhmm... Zac Efron does America need?? Well... probably a few more. You can bet on it (bet on it! Bet on it, bet on it!).
And now, to prove that I'm relevant and make you forget about the previous paragraph, I'd like to point out that as depressing as this sounds, I just don't see how the Israeli/Palestinian 2-State Solution will ever work. I may or may not (will not) expound upon my theories in a later post.
Seacrest out!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Weekend = Godsend
I often find myself snickering at the stupidity of those "friends" on Facebook who feel inclined to compose the obligatory Sunday update. This compulsion gives us, the internet community, such gems as "Fun weekend, but now I need to study calc!", "Woohoo! Vodka night with the girls was badass!", and "Last night was fun. Can't wait for next weekend- the tRi DeLt PaRtY!!! WoOoOhOo!!" And yet, to my own chagrin as well to that of the others around me, I still feel compelled to say:
What a glorious weekend! I spent it doing absolutely nothing. That's right, you heard (read?) me; Nothing. Well, actually, in hindsight, I did something. But not enough somethings to negate the nothings. Because I watched 3, count them 3, nothing up my sleeves, nothing in my hat, movies on Lifetime. And Lifetime is like the Great Equalizer of Nothingness. Any somethings you might have accomplished become consumed by the Nothingness of Lifetime.
In any case, I started my weekend out with a Fun-Filled Friday (ha). Worked out at 9. That wasn't so fun, except for that it did, in fact, release endorphins, therefore making me happy, albeit sore. And smelly. 'Twere I in a Victorian-era parlor, instead of a modern day gymnasium (which, frankly, I don't know how or why I would accomplish such a feat) the smelling salts would've had a busy day as I would have offended the sensibilities of ladies to the point of fainting. In any case... after a brief stop to buy some Powerade Zero to replenish my electrolites and a slightly longer shower, I met Kathryn for a delicious Sushi lunch and even better conversation. :) Then we walked to Jester and split a delicious cake for dessert. Then I went to CVS and shopped for makeup (don't worry I didn't buy any) before meeting Cristina for coffee. Well technically we met for tea, but that was happenstance. (Also? We as a society don't use "happenstance" often enough.) And it was amazing. Good conversation, Good god time, good perspective on life.
Then commenced the doing nothing. Sure I've cleaned the kitchen 3 times. Sure I reorganized my closet and am working on my desk. But that's it, people. I watched like... 8 hours of Little Miss Perfect. Watched a @#$^ton of Lifetime. Watched The Notebook. Let myself sleep as long as I wanted/needed to on BOTH Saturday and Sunday. As I said; What a glorious weekend! One I greatly needed. Seeing as I have an overabundance of stupid schoolwork and a History midterm this week. If I hadn't had this weekend... It would've been full on dragon-lady.
What a glorious weekend! I spent it doing absolutely nothing. That's right, you heard (read?) me; Nothing. Well, actually, in hindsight, I did something. But not enough somethings to negate the nothings. Because I watched 3, count them 3, nothing up my sleeves, nothing in my hat, movies on Lifetime. And Lifetime is like the Great Equalizer of Nothingness. Any somethings you might have accomplished become consumed by the Nothingness of Lifetime.
In any case, I started my weekend out with a Fun-Filled Friday (ha). Worked out at 9. That wasn't so fun, except for that it did, in fact, release endorphins, therefore making me happy, albeit sore. And smelly. 'Twere I in a Victorian-era parlor, instead of a modern day gymnasium (which, frankly, I don't know how or why I would accomplish such a feat) the smelling salts would've had a busy day as I would have offended the sensibilities of ladies to the point of fainting. In any case... after a brief stop to buy some Powerade Zero to replenish my electrolites and a slightly longer shower, I met Kathryn for a delicious Sushi lunch and even better conversation. :) Then we walked to Jester and split a delicious cake for dessert. Then I went to CVS and shopped for makeup (don't worry I didn't buy any) before meeting Cristina for coffee. Well technically we met for tea, but that was happenstance. (Also? We as a society don't use "happenstance" often enough.) And it was amazing. Good conversation, Good god time, good perspective on life.
Then commenced the doing nothing. Sure I've cleaned the kitchen 3 times. Sure I reorganized my closet and am working on my desk. But that's it, people. I watched like... 8 hours of Little Miss Perfect. Watched a @#$^ton of Lifetime. Watched The Notebook. Let myself sleep as long as I wanted/needed to on BOTH Saturday and Sunday. As I said; What a glorious weekend! One I greatly needed. Seeing as I have an overabundance of stupid schoolwork and a History midterm this week. If I hadn't had this weekend... It would've been full on dragon-lady.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Because Time is of the Essence.
First of all: Eff you, Daylight Savings Time.
Now that that's taken care of, I would like to inform everyone that the Spring restlessness set in today. I can't believe I am sitting here, studying biology. That I will read for government and do french homework. Is this my life??? ("Is this real life?? Is this forever? AHHHHH!" http://tinyurl.com/c59334 )
UPDATE: I'm in Government class now. And I'm just as restless, just as angry. Although happier now that bio is over with and my french examen orale is done. I can't believe I'm already to this point in early March. I usually don't get like this until April. But I do become this irrational, restless energy-machine at least once a year. Usually in spring. I just start to panic that I'm not doing anything. I don't mean as in I sit around and watch TV all day. Au contraire, mon frere. I mean I'm not making a difference, I'm not making a recognizable or effective contribution to life. I'm not DOING anything. Just a little tiny nobody in a school in a city in a state in a country in a continent in a world in a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in infinity. I am nothing. And yet, I am something.
Do you know what I'm not? A good student. I'm not able to concentrate. I'm not good at sitting still. At doing NOTHING.
So if I call you, begging you to do something with me, or just talk to me, or listen to some silly idea or half-assed attempt at a plan... just listen and smile and assure me that I'm not wasting my life away by living simply. KThanksBye.
Now that that's taken care of, I would like to inform everyone that the Spring restlessness set in today. I can't believe I am sitting here, studying biology. That I will read for government and do french homework. Is this my life??? ("Is this real life?? Is this forever? AHHHHH!" http://tinyurl.com/c59334 )
UPDATE: I'm in Government class now. And I'm just as restless, just as angry. Although happier now that bio is over with and my french examen orale is done. I can't believe I'm already to this point in early March. I usually don't get like this until April. But I do become this irrational, restless energy-machine at least once a year. Usually in spring. I just start to panic that I'm not doing anything. I don't mean as in I sit around and watch TV all day. Au contraire, mon frere. I mean I'm not making a difference, I'm not making a recognizable or effective contribution to life. I'm not DOING anything. Just a little tiny nobody in a school in a city in a state in a country in a continent in a world in a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in infinity. I am nothing. And yet, I am something.
Do you know what I'm not? A good student. I'm not able to concentrate. I'm not good at sitting still. At doing NOTHING.
So if I call you, begging you to do something with me, or just talk to me, or listen to some silly idea or half-assed attempt at a plan... just listen and smile and assure me that I'm not wasting my life away by living simply. KThanksBye.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I'm Plagarzing Myself
But it's from Myspace. And No one reads Myspace.
Why are we (we being the book freaks who read, nay, devour literature at a surprising if somewhat rabid rate) so enamored with books? The beauty of the prose, the complexity (or lack thereof) of the characters, the ludicrousness of the situations, the twists and turns of the plot... it's all intoxicating in the most glorious of fashions. But why? What is it about books that touch us so deeply and profoundly? Is it because it satiates our perverse need to be someone else, live other lives? Is it a sick way to cut ourselves down or build ourselves up? I'm not lucky enough to be like Bella, she has Edward. Or: well, I certainly have it better than Kartik. To be outcasted like that and without family? 'Tis a shame indeed... Or is it the town gossip in all of us that delights in being able to see the thoughts and actions of others in a most candid way? Is it their (their being books, of course) ability to take us places we've never even dare imagine for fear of reality becoming that much more jolting? I don't know. I don't know, but I do so love to read.
Why are we (we being those who listen) so affected by music? What is it about the plaintive reverberations of a violin string that brings tears to the eyes, each an individual, pearlescent reverberation of former pain and sympathy? What is it about a mad guitar rif that brings even the most painfully shy kid shockingly and animatedly to life? What is it about the smooth texture of the piano keys that heals the heart's wounds? What is it about the guitar strings that deepens them? Why is it that a beautiful melody can evoke emotions you never even knew you possessed? What is it about lyrics (the prose of song, you could say) that bridge that ever-shifting and ever-evasive gap between heart and mind? Why is it that music is so powerful in the embodiment of our emotions? Born from the heart of God and carried to earth on the sweet beat (ha) of the angels' wings, music is the universal language. But why? Why can people with seemingly NOTHING in common be so similarly effected by song? I don't know. I don't know, but I do so love music.
Why are we (we being adolescents and, well, human) so strange when it comes to relationships? Please, allow me to give you a brief example of my idea world:
Boy: Hello. My name is Boy.
Girl: Hello, Boy. I'm Girl.
Boy: You know, girl. You're really pretty and I think I heard you make a reference to Heart of Darkness earlier, which means you must be smart.
Girl: If you understood my somewhat vague reference, then you must get me. I mean really get me.
Boy: I also find you smoking hot.
Girl: The sentiment is returned seven-fold, sir.
Boy: Most excellent. Would you like to make out, date, and eventually get married?
Girl: Why, yes, that I would. Do you like chocolate?
Boy: I love chocolate. We must elope at once, you are the one for me.
Girl: I will only honeymoon in Venice.
Boy: What other city is there?
Girl: I love you.
Boy: I love you.
OR, if 'twere a meeting of star-crossed lovers:
Boy: Hello, my name is Boy.
Girl: Hello, Boy. I'm Girl.
Boy: You know, Girl, you're really pretty, and I think I heard you make a reference to Mario Kart earlier. That must mean that you're tons of fun.
Girl: You heard correctly, sir.
Boy: I also find you smoking hot.
Girl: You are attractive too, but I'm not really feeling any chemistry.
Boy: Ah, unrequited love. Alrighty then. Thanks for not stringing me along for months and breaking my heart, thus leading me to a life of alcoholism and credit card debt.
Girl: You're welcome. May I point you in the direction of my friend? You are exactly her type.
Boy: Sure thing. Does she like chocolate?
Girl: She speaks practically of nothing else.
Boy: Goody! Take me to her at once! Anon!
See? No sentiments barred. No mind games. Not, of course, that I would actually want conversations to be like that, I just like the no-nonsense approach to making your feelings known at once. Here is a perhaps more concise version:
Ex.1-
Boy: I like you.
Girl: I like you.
Boy: Let's date.
Girl: Yes, let's.
Ex. 2-
Boy: I like you.
Girl: I don't really like you.
Boy: Cool.
Girl: Bye.
Why do we have to make it so HARD on ourselves? Not that I'm recommending ANY form of imitation of these conversations, ladies and gents, because they are quite capable of NEVER finding you a date, but I hope you understand what I'm driving at- straightforwardness is perhaps the most underrated character attribute of the century.
Why are we (we being the book freaks who read, nay, devour literature at a surprising if somewhat rabid rate) so enamored with books? The beauty of the prose, the complexity (or lack thereof) of the characters, the ludicrousness of the situations, the twists and turns of the plot... it's all intoxicating in the most glorious of fashions. But why? What is it about books that touch us so deeply and profoundly? Is it because it satiates our perverse need to be someone else, live other lives? Is it a sick way to cut ourselves down or build ourselves up? I'm not lucky enough to be like Bella, she has Edward. Or: well, I certainly have it better than Kartik. To be outcasted like that and without family? 'Tis a shame indeed... Or is it the town gossip in all of us that delights in being able to see the thoughts and actions of others in a most candid way? Is it their (their being books, of course) ability to take us places we've never even dare imagine for fear of reality becoming that much more jolting? I don't know. I don't know, but I do so love to read.
Why are we (we being those who listen) so affected by music? What is it about the plaintive reverberations of a violin string that brings tears to the eyes, each an individual, pearlescent reverberation of former pain and sympathy? What is it about a mad guitar rif that brings even the most painfully shy kid shockingly and animatedly to life? What is it about the smooth texture of the piano keys that heals the heart's wounds? What is it about the guitar strings that deepens them? Why is it that a beautiful melody can evoke emotions you never even knew you possessed? What is it about lyrics (the prose of song, you could say) that bridge that ever-shifting and ever-evasive gap between heart and mind? Why is it that music is so powerful in the embodiment of our emotions? Born from the heart of God and carried to earth on the sweet beat (ha) of the angels' wings, music is the universal language. But why? Why can people with seemingly NOTHING in common be so similarly effected by song? I don't know. I don't know, but I do so love music.
Why are we (we being adolescents and, well, human) so strange when it comes to relationships? Please, allow me to give you a brief example of my idea world:
Boy: Hello. My name is Boy.
Girl: Hello, Boy. I'm Girl.
Boy: You know, girl. You're really pretty and I think I heard you make a reference to Heart of Darkness earlier, which means you must be smart.
Girl: If you understood my somewhat vague reference, then you must get me. I mean really get me.
Boy: I also find you smoking hot.
Girl: The sentiment is returned seven-fold, sir.
Boy: Most excellent. Would you like to make out, date, and eventually get married?
Girl: Why, yes, that I would. Do you like chocolate?
Boy: I love chocolate. We must elope at once, you are the one for me.
Girl: I will only honeymoon in Venice.
Boy: What other city is there?
Girl: I love you.
Boy: I love you.
OR, if 'twere a meeting of star-crossed lovers:
Boy: Hello, my name is Boy.
Girl: Hello, Boy. I'm Girl.
Boy: You know, Girl, you're really pretty, and I think I heard you make a reference to Mario Kart earlier. That must mean that you're tons of fun.
Girl: You heard correctly, sir.
Boy: I also find you smoking hot.
Girl: You are attractive too, but I'm not really feeling any chemistry.
Boy: Ah, unrequited love. Alrighty then. Thanks for not stringing me along for months and breaking my heart, thus leading me to a life of alcoholism and credit card debt.
Girl: You're welcome. May I point you in the direction of my friend? You are exactly her type.
Boy: Sure thing. Does she like chocolate?
Girl: She speaks practically of nothing else.
Boy: Goody! Take me to her at once! Anon!
See? No sentiments barred. No mind games. Not, of course, that I would actually want conversations to be like that, I just like the no-nonsense approach to making your feelings known at once. Here is a perhaps more concise version:
Ex.1-
Boy: I like you.
Girl: I like you.
Boy: Let's date.
Girl: Yes, let's.
Ex. 2-
Boy: I like you.
Girl: I don't really like you.
Boy: Cool.
Girl: Bye.
Why do we have to make it so HARD on ourselves? Not that I'm recommending ANY form of imitation of these conversations, ladies and gents, because they are quite capable of NEVER finding you a date, but I hope you understand what I'm driving at- straightforwardness is perhaps the most underrated character attribute of the century.
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