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Sunday, March 20, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Comics
Garfield has never been my favorite comic strip, and suddenly it has become obvious why: not much actually happens. At least, not after you take the title character out. The blog Garfield minus Garfield does just that. For some reason, every time I read this website, it puts me in a frame of mind somewhere immense amusement, and confusion. What do you think?
My favorite strip minus the large orange cat:
My favorite strip minus the large orange cat:
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
What Are They Seeing?
It never ceases to amaze me just how far off people's split second impressions are of me. I've recognized for a long time that I'm not particularly good at first impressions, but there is a difference between a "bad" impression, and a "totally off base" impression. What's even worse, is that a lot of times people let these ideas that they have about me prevent them from actually getting to know me.
One of these inaccuracies that people almost always have about me is that I'm shy. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the most confident person - but I am definitely not shy. I value words - they carry more power than a lot of people realize - and accordingly, I like to make sure that what I say actually matters. I may not always be "successful", but there is an obvious difference between myself, and a lot of other people I have known; the kind of people are constantly talking, and somehow say nothing.
Another thing about me that usually (and understandably) comes off as shy is the fact that I'm not very good at actually starting conversations. Obviously, if I'm around my family I don't have much of a problem saying something like, "You know those little loops on the back of tennis shoes", because they all ready know everything about me, and they're kind of stuck with me. But someone I've know for five minutes? A month? Not so much.
I don't know, maybe I'm rambling here.. People are constantly telling me that I'm a complex person - and I am. But a lot of the time they use that idea to turn me into some kind of puzzle they need to figure out. I may be puzzling, but I'm not a puzzle, and I definetly am not just here to amuse you.
It just seems like no one actually cares enough to try to know the real me.
One of these inaccuracies that people almost always have about me is that I'm shy. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the most confident person - but I am definitely not shy. I value words - they carry more power than a lot of people realize - and accordingly, I like to make sure that what I say actually matters. I may not always be "successful", but there is an obvious difference between myself, and a lot of other people I have known; the kind of people are constantly talking, and somehow say nothing.
Another thing about me that usually (and understandably) comes off as shy is the fact that I'm not very good at actually starting conversations. Obviously, if I'm around my family I don't have much of a problem saying something like, "You know those little loops on the back of tennis shoes", because they all ready know everything about me, and they're kind of stuck with me. But someone I've know for five minutes? A month? Not so much.
I don't know, maybe I'm rambling here.. People are constantly telling me that I'm a complex person - and I am. But a lot of the time they use that idea to turn me into some kind of puzzle they need to figure out. I may be puzzling, but I'm not a puzzle, and I definetly am not just here to amuse you.
It just seems like no one actually cares enough to try to know the real me.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sure
It is so incredibly easy to get lost in the community college system. But somehow, I've managed to make it to my last two months with two college acceptance letters (so far) in hand.
I love the little reminders that I'm doing the right things with my life. My grades are good, and a third teacher has commented that my writing is incredibly thoughtful. The first time someone mentioned this I was confused. Call it naivete, but I actually remember thinking, "how can you not be thoughtful when you're writing?". I still don't usually see the same things in my writing that others do, but I guess that's typical. Artists are always their own biggest critic. Not that I'm likening myself to an artist.
What I do know is the feeling that writing gives me. It's so hard to explain, but it almost feels like an outer body experience. Like I am the words. I wonder if all writers get this, or if it's just me.
Now, if I could just figure out where I'm going with life beyond this summer.
*note: And for those of you who are curious, this blog isn't exactly an accurate means of judging my writing. This is where I quickly jot down my thoughts.
I love the little reminders that I'm doing the right things with my life. My grades are good, and a third teacher has commented that my writing is incredibly thoughtful. The first time someone mentioned this I was confused. Call it naivete, but I actually remember thinking, "how can you not be thoughtful when you're writing?". I still don't usually see the same things in my writing that others do, but I guess that's typical. Artists are always their own biggest critic. Not that I'm likening myself to an artist.
What I do know is the feeling that writing gives me. It's so hard to explain, but it almost feels like an outer body experience. Like I am the words. I wonder if all writers get this, or if it's just me.
Now, if I could just figure out where I'm going with life beyond this summer.
*note: And for those of you who are curious, this blog isn't exactly an accurate means of judging my writing. This is where I quickly jot down my thoughts.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Why I Love Borders
Last weekend I was at Borders perusing the discount section, (because I am a master bargain hunter in case you weren't aware) when I happened upon a boxed set containg four moderatly sized books. The title of this set? "Complete Education - in a Box!" The price? $19.99.
I'm glad to know that I am in the process of spending thousands of dollars and dedicating 5 years of my life to college, when I could just use my coffe money for the week and spend a couple of nights up reading.
Thanks, Borders.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentine's Day is...
...not just for couples. It's for love.
I remember in high school my French teacher told us that the only people who celebrated valentine's day in France were couples, and how surprised she was when she first came to America that it was just as much about friends and relatives. In high school, I agreed with her completely. But more and more in college I've seen this celebration of friendship fade. So many people my age don't even pay a second thought to Valentine's day - or talk about how much they hate it and write it off as being driven by corporate motives.
I can't exactly say I disagree with them. There is so much pressure surrounding v-day. If you're in a relationship, you struggle to be the perfect romantic. If you're not, you try not to notice all of the happy couples, hearts, and flowers. And everyone, no matter how content, keeps the thought in the back of their mind that maybe, just maybe, the day holds the kind of Valentine's surprise that we are all taught to wish for when we're little.
The other day at the library I saw a woman reading books about finding love and happiness, and I couldn't help but wonder if the date had anything to do with this selection. But today I'm not thinking about what isn't - I'm thinking about what is.
I remember in high school my French teacher told us that the only people who celebrated valentine's day in France were couples, and how surprised she was when she first came to America that it was just as much about friends and relatives. In high school, I agreed with her completely. But more and more in college I've seen this celebration of friendship fade. So many people my age don't even pay a second thought to Valentine's day - or talk about how much they hate it and write it off as being driven by corporate motives.
I can't exactly say I disagree with them. There is so much pressure surrounding v-day. If you're in a relationship, you struggle to be the perfect romantic. If you're not, you try not to notice all of the happy couples, hearts, and flowers. And everyone, no matter how content, keeps the thought in the back of their mind that maybe, just maybe, the day holds the kind of Valentine's surprise that we are all taught to wish for when we're little.
The other day at the library I saw a woman reading books about finding love and happiness, and I couldn't help but wonder if the date had anything to do with this selection. But today I'm not thinking about what isn't - I'm thinking about what is.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Do You Ever
Do you ever see where you want to be -
and at the same time see it falling away from you?
Do you ever see what you want to keep-
and then see it passed along to some other anonymous?
Do you ever see who you are-
and see no one believing it?
I keep my hope on a shelf with the acid and the fear and all the little things that eat me up-
but I keep it.
At least I keep it.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Groundhogday
I have never really understood groundhog day. Not the part about using a small animal to determine if we are in spring or winter, that part I am just fine with.
It's the shadow thing that, year after year, drives me crazy.
Think about it this way, when it's dark and cloudy out there is (obviously) a smaller amount of light. Less light means that shadows are much fainter. On the opposite side, when it is bright and sunny out there is a bigger contrast in light vs. dark, meaning that shadows would be much easier to see.
And what season is known for being dark and cloudy? Winter.
What season is known for being relatively sunny? Spring.
Yet for some reason, on groundhog day, if the groundhog does not see his shadow (like he didn't yesterday) that means that we are headed straight into spring - not winter. How does this make any sense?
Every single year this confuses me, and the ironic part is that it has nothing to do with the groundhog.
It's the shadow thing that, year after year, drives me crazy.
Think about it this way, when it's dark and cloudy out there is (obviously) a smaller amount of light. Less light means that shadows are much fainter. On the opposite side, when it is bright and sunny out there is a bigger contrast in light vs. dark, meaning that shadows would be much easier to see.
And what season is known for being dark and cloudy? Winter.
What season is known for being relatively sunny? Spring.
Yet for some reason, on groundhog day, if the groundhog does not see his shadow (like he didn't yesterday) that means that we are headed straight into spring - not winter. How does this make any sense?
Every single year this confuses me, and the ironic part is that it has nothing to do with the groundhog.
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