I am officially cheater. I wrote a post for another blog. How could I?
But if you like cookies, you can check out my cheater post here.
Happy 2012!
December 30, 2011
December 20, 2011
Riddle Me This:
If a Hanukkah falls in the forest and nobody hears it, does it still make a sound?
What I mean to say, is that without a menorah, candles, dreidels, gelt, presents or other human beings, is it still Hanukkah? I guess technically yes - but sitting alone in my apartment, wearing sweatpants and watching CPA lectures, I'm not feeling particularly festive.
Here's to next year.
What I mean to say, is that without a menorah, candles, dreidels, gelt, presents or other human beings, is it still Hanukkah? I guess technically yes - but sitting alone in my apartment, wearing sweatpants and watching CPA lectures, I'm not feeling particularly festive.
Here's to next year.
December 17, 2011
Probably Not the Best Idea
I'm about to head out to a very crowded mall the Saturday before Christmas to complete my holiday shopping (and maybe do some self-shopping if the crowds aren't too insane). Probably not the best idea, but it's all the time I got, and I think I could use a half-day break.
Wish me luck.
PS- does anyone know where I can buy Hanukkah candy canes (kind of a contradictory treat, no?)? I promised them to my co-workers thinking I'd seen them somewhere, but I can't remember where. (I guess the elf-man in the photo can't remember either)
Wish me luck.
PS- does anyone know where I can buy Hanukkah candy canes (kind of a contradictory treat, no?)? I promised them to my co-workers thinking I'd seen them somewhere, but I can't remember where. (I guess the elf-man in the photo can't remember either)
December 10, 2011
25%
Cheers: I am 25% of the way to being a CPA.
Jeers: Eventually I have to tackle that other 75%.
I think I'm going to take it easy for a day or two.
Jeers: Eventually I have to tackle that other 75%.
I think I'm going to take it easy for a day or two.
December 5, 2011
I'm not that tired and I don't mind studying that much
I'm still alive! Hello there!
Contrary to what you might be thinking (and if there are no you's, than I may just be talking to myself), I'm not failing to post because I'm busier than normal. In fact, the mega-test is over (well, sort of- there's still 3 more but I don't think they'll be as bad). I sensed that the blog was getting too themed (to summarize every recent entry: I am tired. I hate studying). You don't care, and I get that.
I'm going to try to think of something creative to write about. Until then, adios.
Contrary to what you might be thinking (and if there are no you's, than I may just be talking to myself), I'm not failing to post because I'm busier than normal. In fact, the mega-test is over (well, sort of- there's still 3 more but I don't think they'll be as bad). I sensed that the blog was getting too themed (to summarize every recent entry: I am tired. I hate studying). You don't care, and I get that.
I'm going to try to think of something creative to write about. Until then, adios.
November 21, 2011
As Usual
I am the most cynical in the bunch.
As my test draws ever closer, I am convinced that I am going to fail. My friends/coworkers, on the other hand, are full of positivities such as "of course you'll pass!" and "you're going to do great!"
Then again, it would be kind of rude of them to say, "well obviously you're going to fail."
So I guess I will remain the shoulder-devil* to keep myself from getting over-confident (which isn't really a serious risk at this point, but still).
*There is a previous entry about my relationship with Shoulder Devil, if you care to scroll back and find it.
As my test draws ever closer, I am convinced that I am going to fail. My friends/coworkers, on the other hand, are full of positivities such as "of course you'll pass!" and "you're going to do great!"
Then again, it would be kind of rude of them to say, "well obviously you're going to fail."
So I guess I will remain the shoulder-devil* to keep myself from getting over-confident (which isn't really a serious risk at this point, but still).
*There is a previous entry about my relationship with Shoulder Devil, if you care to scroll back and find it.
November 15, 2011
November 12, 2011
Are we there yet?
And finally, a real post. I've been trying to study all day, but I've gotten to the point where my head hurts and my eyes hurt and I don't really give a shit (which probably means I shouldn't be staring at a computer screen, but I digress)
I don't work Fridays, but lately I've been going into the office to study (when I stay home I get too distracted). A college friend was passing through LA, so I met up with her during our lunch break.
This friend and I are of a similar breed. We worked hard in college and got good, (reasonably) well-paying jobs immediately after. We talked about how it was nice to make money and have jobs when so many people don't. We acknowledged that there are many college grads that would love to be in our position.
And then we both admitted that working life isn't all we thought it would be. Now that we're 6 months into real life, we've hit the "is this it?" rut. It's lonlier and more tiring than we imagined it would be. When we fantasized about the glamorous working world, we left out little details such as sitting in traffic, coming home to an empty (and sometimes messy) apartment, and having to figure out what to eat.
Unlike college, real life has no orientation. You are not handed a pamphlet filled with clubs to join, and your neighbors won't knock on your door wanting to hang out (or ever introduce themselves, for that matter). Social plans are hard to come by and take a lot of effort and advanced planning (making Saturday plans on Tuesday? What happened to making saturday plans on saturday, like 2 hours before?) And on weeknight - forget it. After 11 hours of work, socializing does not sound like fun.
Another concept, one that only working people understand: working people do not get to choose how they spend their time. In college, you get breaks between classes, and you get to study as much or as little as you want. If you need a break, take it. At work, if you need a break, you buy a coffee and keep working. You don't have the option to not work at work. Every day is a long day.
I'm fairly certain that we are still in transit. Working life is different, but I suspect that our real problem is that our social lives haven't had a chance to catch up with our professional lives. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
I don't work Fridays, but lately I've been going into the office to study (when I stay home I get too distracted). A college friend was passing through LA, so I met up with her during our lunch break.
This friend and I are of a similar breed. We worked hard in college and got good, (reasonably) well-paying jobs immediately after. We talked about how it was nice to make money and have jobs when so many people don't. We acknowledged that there are many college grads that would love to be in our position.
And then we both admitted that working life isn't all we thought it would be. Now that we're 6 months into real life, we've hit the "is this it?" rut. It's lonlier and more tiring than we imagined it would be. When we fantasized about the glamorous working world, we left out little details such as sitting in traffic, coming home to an empty (and sometimes messy) apartment, and having to figure out what to eat.
Unlike college, real life has no orientation. You are not handed a pamphlet filled with clubs to join, and your neighbors won't knock on your door wanting to hang out (or ever introduce themselves, for that matter). Social plans are hard to come by and take a lot of effort and advanced planning (making Saturday plans on Tuesday? What happened to making saturday plans on saturday, like 2 hours before?) And on weeknight - forget it. After 11 hours of work, socializing does not sound like fun.
Another concept, one that only working people understand: working people do not get to choose how they spend their time. In college, you get breaks between classes, and you get to study as much or as little as you want. If you need a break, take it. At work, if you need a break, you buy a coffee and keep working. You don't have the option to not work at work. Every day is a long day.
I'm fairly certain that we are still in transit. Working life is different, but I suspect that our real problem is that our social lives haven't had a chance to catch up with our professional lives. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
November 9, 2011
November 1, 2011
Google-Bots Strike again
Yes, I should be studying, but my brain informed me that it is closed for the night and will not allow any more information to be shoved into it. So naturally, I googled 'best photo ever taken,' and get this:
This is how everyone bathes, isn't it? Time for a bath of my own (ie shower), and then bed.
This is how everyone bathes, isn't it? Time for a bath of my own (ie shower), and then bed.
October 31, 2011
HI
First order of business - Happy Halloween! (I googled 'Happy Halloween' and the computer-bots found me this picture).Tonight I dressed up as a girl in sweat pants studying for the CPA exam after a long day at work. I'd say it was a very authentic-looking costume.
Tomorrow is November! A tip to the gentlemen: Don't not shave. Thanks.
October 30, 2011
An Easy How-To Guide
Ten Steps to be Crazy-Efficient (emphasis on the crazy)
I made the executive decision that I needed more study time at night, so I pushed my start time at work up to 7am. That's right folks, when you are probably still asleep, I'm already working on my spreadsheets.
Anyways, I didn't really want to compromise my 6:30 wake up time, so I decided that instead I would become crazy-efficient. Here are the steps:
1. Pick out all your outfits for the week on Sunday*. Yes, I currently have all my outfits and shooz lined up in my closet, so when that zombie-me reaches into the closet in the morning darkenss, no fashion mistakes will be made.
2. Live really really ridiculously close to work. It eliminates the variable of traffic. After work is another story, but let's not get into that because it puts me in a bad mood.
3. In the morning. Wake up, wash face.
4. While face is drying, eat vitamins.
5. While chewing vitamins, put on face lotion.
6. While face lotion is drying, and vitamins are done being chewed, brush teeth.
7. ESSENTIAL STEP: Brushing your teeth only requires one hand, so while one hand brushes teeth, use the other to make your bed.
8. Get dressed.
9. Grab pre-packed lunch from fridge.
10. Once at work, clock in and pat yourself on the back for getting out the door in 15 minutes, Then eat a tiny bowl of oatmeal at your desk. Then, realize that you are still hungry, and eat 1 or 2 more packets. Then work 10 1/2 hours, come home, study, sleep, repeat.
Hope that was informative. Now back to my studiez.
*This only applies if you work at a place that cares how you dress. If not, less steps for you!
I made the executive decision that I needed more study time at night, so I pushed my start time at work up to 7am. That's right folks, when you are probably still asleep, I'm already working on my spreadsheets.
Anyways, I didn't really want to compromise my 6:30 wake up time, so I decided that instead I would become crazy-efficient. Here are the steps:
1. Pick out all your outfits for the week on Sunday*. Yes, I currently have all my outfits and shooz lined up in my closet, so when that zombie-me reaches into the closet in the morning darkenss, no fashion mistakes will be made.
2. Live really really ridiculously close to work. It eliminates the variable of traffic. After work is another story, but let's not get into that because it puts me in a bad mood.
3. In the morning. Wake up, wash face.
4. While face is drying, eat vitamins.
5. While chewing vitamins, put on face lotion.
6. While face lotion is drying, and vitamins are done being chewed, brush teeth.
7. ESSENTIAL STEP: Brushing your teeth only requires one hand, so while one hand brushes teeth, use the other to make your bed.
8. Get dressed.
9. Grab pre-packed lunch from fridge.
10. Once at work, clock in and pat yourself on the back for getting out the door in 15 minutes, Then eat a tiny bowl of oatmeal at your desk. Then, realize that you are still hungry, and eat 1 or 2 more packets. Then work 10 1/2 hours, come home, study, sleep, repeat.
Hope that was informative. Now back to my studiez.
*This only applies if you work at a place that cares how you dress. If not, less steps for you!
October 21, 2011
Hopefully the grossest post I ever write
I am trying to figure out how to plunge a toilet.
I am also trying to decide whether I would rather pass out or throw up if it should become necessary, though the latter wouldn't do much to help the mess.
My options: continue to try and plunge this fucking toilet or go back to studying for my fucking test.
Ugh. Grosssssss. Ugh
Epilogue: It got worse. So much worse that I won't even tell you what happened. As my roommate said when I told him the story: "shit happens." Yes it does.
I am also trying to decide whether I would rather pass out or throw up if it should become necessary, though the latter wouldn't do much to help the mess.
My options: continue to try and plunge this fucking toilet or go back to studying for my fucking test.
Ugh. Grosssssss. Ugh
Epilogue: It got worse. So much worse that I won't even tell you what happened. As my roommate said when I told him the story: "shit happens." Yes it does.
October 14, 2011
Song of the day/week/2 weeks
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nq2ekIMMYXA
I heard this song on the radio while driving. Honestly, the first minute isn't that exciting, but then going into a modernish take on 50s do-wop, and THEN ends with a Journey-ish sound. It goes everywhere (it's a long song), which is why it is my song of the day/week/2 weeks.
Warning: I didn't watch the video, so I don't know if it's the real music video or something weird.
I heard this song on the radio while driving. Honestly, the first minute isn't that exciting, but then going into a modernish take on 50s do-wop, and THEN ends with a Journey-ish sound. It goes everywhere (it's a long song), which is why it is my song of the day/week/2 weeks.
Warning: I didn't watch the video, so I don't know if it's the real music video or something weird.
October 8, 2011
Nostalgia?
Sorry it's been, like, forever since I've written anything. The part of my brain that has profound thoughts and ideas has been on vacation.
Today is my birthday. This evening, as I was eating dinner with friends, they asked if I tend to get nostalgic before or on my birthday, and at that moment, I realized that I don't. My nostalgia-time occurs on New Years Eve. I'm not sure why (a collective milestone for everyone at the same time?), but it's a lot easier to reflect upon a calendar year than the 365 days that occur between birthdays.
The only thing about getting older is that I have to remember to mentally update my age in my 'mental personal profile' so I don't accidentally tell them how old I used to be when they ask. Kind of like the first three months of a new year, I often write the previous year when I write the date.
Hmm. I will try to think more often so I can return to blogging.
Today is my birthday. This evening, as I was eating dinner with friends, they asked if I tend to get nostalgic before or on my birthday, and at that moment, I realized that I don't. My nostalgia-time occurs on New Years Eve. I'm not sure why (a collective milestone for everyone at the same time?), but it's a lot easier to reflect upon a calendar year than the 365 days that occur between birthdays.
The only thing about getting older is that I have to remember to mentally update my age in my 'mental personal profile' so I don't accidentally tell them how old I used to be when they ask. Kind of like the first three months of a new year, I often write the previous year when I write the date.
Hmm. I will try to think more often so I can return to blogging.
September 17, 2011
Isn't it Strange?
I spend a good deal of time putting on nice clothes and makeup, but I feel best when I'm in pajamas with no makeup.
September 16, 2011
Progression
Yes, I know it's late, but my day is just winding down.
Sometimes I forget how recently I started working. It's been a little over three months, but feels like longer (I guess settling into a routine has that effect).
Yesterday, I re-visited a project file that I'd worked on during my first month, and it looked...pretty shitty. Disorganized, incomplete, lots of cross-outs and eraser smears: it looked like a kindergartener had put in a lot of effort.
I remember putting a ton of time into that particular project and being pretty proud of the result, but after doing the same process a dozen or so more times, I've raised my standards (as have my supervisors). It suddenly struck me how much progress I've made. I no longer have to refer to my 'passwords' document constantly or check my notes to figure out how to do certain tasks.
Feeling competent every now and then is nice. Until yesterday, I was so focused on all the things I still still have to learn/improve on, that I hadn't considered the things I've already learned. Now that I'm no longer brand-spanking-new around the office, I'm trying to shift away from the 'just stay afloat' mentality (try really hard, ask lots of questions, take lots of notes, and accept that despite your efforts, you will make mistakes) in favor of the 'impress the boss(es)' mentality (try really hard, ask some questions, and do quality work). So basically, I'm giving myself a little less slack. In return, I need to also metaphorically pat myself on the back every once in a while for my progress.
Sometimes I forget how recently I started working. It's been a little over three months, but feels like longer (I guess settling into a routine has that effect).
Yesterday, I re-visited a project file that I'd worked on during my first month, and it looked...pretty shitty. Disorganized, incomplete, lots of cross-outs and eraser smears: it looked like a kindergartener had put in a lot of effort.
I remember putting a ton of time into that particular project and being pretty proud of the result, but after doing the same process a dozen or so more times, I've raised my standards (as have my supervisors). It suddenly struck me how much progress I've made. I no longer have to refer to my 'passwords' document constantly or check my notes to figure out how to do certain tasks.
Feeling competent every now and then is nice. Until yesterday, I was so focused on all the things I still still have to learn/improve on, that I hadn't considered the things I've already learned. Now that I'm no longer brand-spanking-new around the office, I'm trying to shift away from the 'just stay afloat' mentality (try really hard, ask lots of questions, take lots of notes, and accept that despite your efforts, you will make mistakes) in favor of the 'impress the boss(es)' mentality (try really hard, ask some questions, and do quality work). So basically, I'm giving myself a little less slack. In return, I need to also metaphorically pat myself on the back every once in a while for my progress.
September 11, 2011
Get Lost
This weekend I had a craving to go shopping (ie. expand the corporate wardrobe).
Saturday: attempted to find the desired shopping destination, got lost, didn't go.
This has been a common theme since moving to LA. Every time I venture out of my neighborhood, I get lost. This discourages me from wanting to venture out of my neighborhood again.
Today, I set out for mall #2. A while into my drive, I realized that I had probably passed the mall. Seriously? As I turned down some random street to head back toward home, I realized that I had NOTHING better to do than drive around and figure out what's where in this very large city (note- do this at a day/time when traffic is light or you will probably kill yourself). So I drove. And then I drove some more. Eventually, I found the mall (accidentally).
Shopped, bought some clothes. It was nice.
On the way back from the mall, I decided to take a different street that I thought would take me to the grocery store I wanted to go to. Of course, the street suddenly got narrow and changed names. In the spirit of exploration, I continued my drive to nowhere, and eventually found a street that lead me to a street that lead me to the grocery store.
Once I accepted the fact that I wasn't necessarily taking the shortest or most direct route to my destination, It was actually pretty relaxing. I guess there are lessons to be learned from lazy Sundays.
Saturday: attempted to find the desired shopping destination, got lost, didn't go.
This has been a common theme since moving to LA. Every time I venture out of my neighborhood, I get lost. This discourages me from wanting to venture out of my neighborhood again.
Today, I set out for mall #2. A while into my drive, I realized that I had probably passed the mall. Seriously? As I turned down some random street to head back toward home, I realized that I had NOTHING better to do than drive around and figure out what's where in this very large city (note- do this at a day/time when traffic is light or you will probably kill yourself). So I drove. And then I drove some more. Eventually, I found the mall (accidentally).
Shopped, bought some clothes. It was nice.
On the way back from the mall, I decided to take a different street that I thought would take me to the grocery store I wanted to go to. Of course, the street suddenly got narrow and changed names. In the spirit of exploration, I continued my drive to nowhere, and eventually found a street that lead me to a street that lead me to the grocery store.
Once I accepted the fact that I wasn't necessarily taking the shortest or most direct route to my destination, It was actually pretty relaxing. I guess there are lessons to be learned from lazy Sundays.
September 8, 2011
Have you met her?
I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine, though you probably already know someone just like her:
She is what I call a D.P: Difficult Person. It is nearly impossible to make plans with DP. If you do make plans, they'll probably be postponed once or twice, or just canceled completely (ie. don't hold your breath). This is because DP can never keep her schedule straight. It's not until after she makes plans that she'll remember that she'd already scheduled something else at the same time.
This past weekend, I tried to make plans with DP and two other friends. We compared schedules and decided that Sunday at 4pm would work for everyone. On Sunday, three hours before the agreed plan was to be executed, DP notified us all that she completely forgot about her other plans that started at 2pm and would go all night. So, with great difficulty, we changed our plans to the next day in order to accommodate DP.
The next day arrived, and DP was nowhere to be found. Once we were able to get in touch with her, she informed us that she had other plans and wouldn't be able to make it. We figured, since she was already 45 minutes late.
I'd like to think DP is one-of-a-kind, but my rational mind thinks not.
She is what I call a D.P: Difficult Person. It is nearly impossible to make plans with DP. If you do make plans, they'll probably be postponed once or twice, or just canceled completely (ie. don't hold your breath). This is because DP can never keep her schedule straight. It's not until after she makes plans that she'll remember that she'd already scheduled something else at the same time.
This past weekend, I tried to make plans with DP and two other friends. We compared schedules and decided that Sunday at 4pm would work for everyone. On Sunday, three hours before the agreed plan was to be executed, DP notified us all that she completely forgot about her other plans that started at 2pm and would go all night. So, with great difficulty, we changed our plans to the next day in order to accommodate DP.
The next day arrived, and DP was nowhere to be found. Once we were able to get in touch with her, she informed us that she had other plans and wouldn't be able to make it. We figured, since she was already 45 minutes late.
I'd like to think DP is one-of-a-kind, but my rational mind thinks not.
September 3, 2011
Guaranteed Party-Killer
This handy trick is guaranteed to kill the energy at any party.
Step 1: Invite many guests to your apartment complex for a get-together
2: Partake in lively conversation and lose track of time.
3: At some point, sneak away and call a towing company to remove their cars.
4: At the end of the evening, when your friends try to leave, the parking spots where their cars once were parked will be empty.
*Of course, this isn't really what happened. No malice was involved from the apartment-owners. I'm not actually sure what happened because my car was the only one that hadn't yet been towed, so I booked it the hell out of there....should probably check up on what happened with the others.
But now I can understand why we don't all get together that often.
Step 1: Invite many guests to your apartment complex for a get-together
2: Partake in lively conversation and lose track of time.
3: At some point, sneak away and call a towing company to remove their cars.
4: At the end of the evening, when your friends try to leave, the parking spots where their cars once were parked will be empty.
*Of course, this isn't really what happened. No malice was involved from the apartment-owners. I'm not actually sure what happened because my car was the only one that hadn't yet been towed, so I booked it the hell out of there....should probably check up on what happened with the others.
But now I can understand why we don't all get together that often.
August 29, 2011
"Smart" Technology
Dear "Smart" Phone,
There are many components to intelligence. One of those components is social intelligence.
So, even though you knew it was my ex-anniversary today, would it have killed you to keep that information to yourself? Nice touch with the fancy alert, by the way.
Sincerely,
Dumb owner
There are many components to intelligence. One of those components is social intelligence.
So, even though you knew it was my ex-anniversary today, would it have killed you to keep that information to yourself? Nice touch with the fancy alert, by the way.
Sincerely,
Dumb owner
August 26, 2011
None...Taken?
A "No Offense But--" statement is pretty much always followed by something offensive.
After a 2 month hiatus, I decided to come home for the weekend.
While cruising the freeway, I heard the following song lyrics:
Now I think it’s time, hey shawty
I hope you don’t take this the wrong way
Girl you look better with the lights off
That's the type of thing one can say about oneself, jokingly (ie: turn off the lights because operating-room lights do not set the mood), but if someone said that to me, I'd probably book it out of there pretty quick.
After a 2 month hiatus, I decided to come home for the weekend.
While cruising the freeway, I heard the following song lyrics:
Now I think it’s time, hey shawty
I hope you don’t take this the wrong way
Girl you look better with the lights off
That's the type of thing one can say about oneself, jokingly (ie: turn off the lights because operating-room lights do not set the mood), but if someone said that to me, I'd probably book it out of there pretty quick.
August 23, 2011
Non-vague
Okay, fine, I will break my vow of vagueness to tell you about two amazing songs I discovered in the last few days (they're not super new, but I've been living under a rock). Copy and paste the links -- embedding a video seemed like it would require more effort/energy than I have at this point in the day.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH_7_XRfTMs
Sprawl II - Arcade Fire. Kind of Electro-poppy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwRvuwUO-DI
Stay Young, Go Dancing- Death Cab for Cutie
Pretty and sad, almost sounds like Elliott Smith.
Easy listening at its finest, folks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH_7_XRfTMs
Sprawl II - Arcade Fire. Kind of Electro-poppy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwRvuwUO-DI
Stay Young, Go Dancing- Death Cab for Cutie
Pretty and sad, almost sounds like Elliott Smith.
Easy listening at its finest, folks.
August 20, 2011
All Dressed Up
I got a manicure/pedicure today with my sister (happy birthday!), a cousin (/second cousin?) visiting from Philly, and a few of their friends. I don't think I've ever gotten the full treatment before. It was a fun get-together, but it reminded me of something...
I'll explain by recounting a traumatic teenage memory:
I was 17. I had recently become captain of the song squad (NOT cheer), which significantly enhanced my social status (I chalk it up to increased exposure...I certainly wasn't trying any harder). One day, a very popular boy personally invited me to his birthday party. (This was back before Facebook, so invitations were a big deal). It was going to be a big house party on a Saturday night, and more likely than not there was to be a good deal of drinking and drugs. I didn't party much, and wasn't into drinking or drugs, but I was pretty stoked just to be included. This could be my big social debut.
Two of my songleader friends were invited as well, so we decided we'd all go together.
Saturday night arrived. I'd recently taken a class at my dance studio about performance makeup (ie- makeup that can be seen from 50 feet away), and I found that these skills translated wonderfully for party makeup. Once my face was plastered on, hair ironed flat as a board, and outfit assembled, I called my friend to get an ETA. No answer. I fiddled around on the computer for a while, wasting time. My phone wasn't ringing. I tried calling a few times over the next 3 or 4 hours. 'Maybe we're being fashionably late on purpose' I thought. More time passed. My mom saw me sitting on the couch, all dressed up, and asked me when I was going out.
Finally, at around midnight, my friend called. She was already at the party, and sounded drunk. "I thought you said you were meeting us here," she slurred. Lies. I knew that I'd never in a thousand years agree to show up at a party by myself and find my friends in the crowd.
"Just come meet us," she suggested, "but just to warn you, I don't know how long we're staying."
There was no way I was going over there alone. I hung up the phone, and thought about how much I'd been looking forward to this party. I walked by a mirror and became acutely aware of the fact that I'd spent hours getting ready, only to spend the night sitting in the living room doing nothing. My mom offered to take a walk with me, so I could at least feel like I'd left the house. Good idea in theory, but I looked way to whore-y to leave the house and not go to a party.
All dressed up with nowhere to go. Ever since that traumatic Saturday night many years ago, I've been hypersensitive to this phenomenon.
Back to today: after getting our nails done, all the girls stood in a circle discussing their evening plans (parties/weddings) and how their nails would match their outfits. I realized that, while my nails were all dressed up, I had nowhere to go.
After I was dropped back at my apartment, I took off my 'I-put-effort-into-my-appearance' outfit in favor of pajamas. Now, I'm sitting on the couch, watching TV in my pajamas, hoping that my nicely dressed-up nails survive long enough for someone to actually see them.
I'll explain by recounting a traumatic teenage memory:
I was 17. I had recently become captain of the song squad (NOT cheer), which significantly enhanced my social status (I chalk it up to increased exposure...I certainly wasn't trying any harder). One day, a very popular boy personally invited me to his birthday party. (This was back before Facebook, so invitations were a big deal). It was going to be a big house party on a Saturday night, and more likely than not there was to be a good deal of drinking and drugs. I didn't party much, and wasn't into drinking or drugs, but I was pretty stoked just to be included. This could be my big social debut.
Two of my songleader friends were invited as well, so we decided we'd all go together.
Saturday night arrived. I'd recently taken a class at my dance studio about performance makeup (ie- makeup that can be seen from 50 feet away), and I found that these skills translated wonderfully for party makeup. Once my face was plastered on, hair ironed flat as a board, and outfit assembled, I called my friend to get an ETA. No answer. I fiddled around on the computer for a while, wasting time. My phone wasn't ringing. I tried calling a few times over the next 3 or 4 hours. 'Maybe we're being fashionably late on purpose' I thought. More time passed. My mom saw me sitting on the couch, all dressed up, and asked me when I was going out.
Finally, at around midnight, my friend called. She was already at the party, and sounded drunk. "I thought you said you were meeting us here," she slurred. Lies. I knew that I'd never in a thousand years agree to show up at a party by myself and find my friends in the crowd.
"Just come meet us," she suggested, "but just to warn you, I don't know how long we're staying."
There was no way I was going over there alone. I hung up the phone, and thought about how much I'd been looking forward to this party. I walked by a mirror and became acutely aware of the fact that I'd spent hours getting ready, only to spend the night sitting in the living room doing nothing. My mom offered to take a walk with me, so I could at least feel like I'd left the house. Good idea in theory, but I looked way to whore-y to leave the house and not go to a party.
All dressed up with nowhere to go. Ever since that traumatic Saturday night many years ago, I've been hypersensitive to this phenomenon.
Back to today: after getting our nails done, all the girls stood in a circle discussing their evening plans (parties/weddings) and how their nails would match their outfits. I realized that, while my nails were all dressed up, I had nowhere to go.
After I was dropped back at my apartment, I took off my 'I-put-effort-into-my-appearance' outfit in favor of pajamas. Now, I'm sitting on the couch, watching TV in my pajamas, hoping that my nicely dressed-up nails survive long enough for someone to actually see them.
August 18, 2011
Trauma Averted
Today was supposed to be Birthday Cake Thursday.
BCT happens once a month at the office to celebrate the birthdays of everyone born that month. It consists of six different Baskin Robbins ice cream cakes in various flavors (and the break from work that goes with it).
The festivities were scheduled for 3pm today. Because I am me, I was counting on BCT to be the highlight of my work week.
At 2:45 pm, the office received a mass email that the Baskin Robbins employee in charge of our cake order had gone on vacation and not told anyone else about the order. So no cakes were made. Instead, there were two very small containers of unwashed grapes and strawberries.
So what did I do? I came home from work and concocted a mint cookie crunch/brownie/chocolate banana split. For dinner.
Philosophical tid-bit of the day: When life hands you strawberries and grapes...make a banana split.
BCT happens once a month at the office to celebrate the birthdays of everyone born that month. It consists of six different Baskin Robbins ice cream cakes in various flavors (and the break from work that goes with it).
The festivities were scheduled for 3pm today. Because I am me, I was counting on BCT to be the highlight of my work week.
At 2:45 pm, the office received a mass email that the Baskin Robbins employee in charge of our cake order had gone on vacation and not told anyone else about the order. So no cakes were made. Instead, there were two very small containers of unwashed grapes and strawberries.
So what did I do? I came home from work and concocted a mint cookie crunch/brownie/chocolate banana split. For dinner.
Philosophical tid-bit of the day: When life hands you strawberries and grapes...make a banana split.
August 15, 2011
August 12, 2011
Do you hear that sound?
That's the sound of my social life/free time taking it its last few breaths.
I just got the notification that I've been approved by the CPA board to sit for exams.
Which means that I can/should/must start studying for the exams.
Goodbye free nights. Goodbye lazy weekends. I will miss you for the next 9-12 months.
I just got the notification that I've been approved by the CPA board to sit for exams.
Which means that I can/should/must start studying for the exams.
Goodbye free nights. Goodbye lazy weekends. I will miss you for the next 9-12 months.
August 9, 2011
Editor-in-Chief
You may have noticed that this blog never goes into detail about my day-to-day life. This is no accident.
As a kid, my mom used to pick me up from school. Every afternoon, she'd ask me, "what did you do in school today?" I always had one of two answers:
. . .
In fact, 'nothing' or 'stuff' was my answer to a lot of questions when I was a kid. My mom joked that I should write for Vague Magazine (a take-off on Vogue- I was quite the fashion plate back in the day).
Now that I'm (relatively) grown up, this blog is my Vague Magazine, but I'm not just a writer. I'm the editor-in-chief. My posts are centered around ideas and theories rather than specific events. Notice that, while I go into detail, I never go into detail (example: the previous post. I've already been asked what song I was talking about, but I think that's beside the point).
A friend and reader whose opinion I value once thanked me for creating a blog that isn't weighed down by details. Ironically, in most aspects of my life, I'm extremely detail-oriented. Just not here.
So readers, I hope you vaguely enjoy reading about the world inside my head.
Sincerely,
The Editor-In-Chief
As a kid, my mom used to pick me up from school. Every afternoon, she'd ask me, "what did you do in school today?" I always had one of two answers:
- "Stuff."
- "Nothing."
. . .
In fact, 'nothing' or 'stuff' was my answer to a lot of questions when I was a kid. My mom joked that I should write for Vague Magazine (a take-off on Vogue- I was quite the fashion plate back in the day).
Now that I'm (relatively) grown up, this blog is my Vague Magazine, but I'm not just a writer. I'm the editor-in-chief. My posts are centered around ideas and theories rather than specific events. Notice that, while I go into detail, I never go into detail (example: the previous post. I've already been asked what song I was talking about, but I think that's beside the point).
A friend and reader whose opinion I value once thanked me for creating a blog that isn't weighed down by details. Ironically, in most aspects of my life, I'm extremely detail-oriented. Just not here.
So readers, I hope you vaguely enjoy reading about the world inside my head.
Sincerely,
The Editor-In-Chief
August 8, 2011
Music School
There are two schools of music:
1. Songs that you don't really care for at first. Maybe it's a sound you aren't used to. Over time, you grow to like it. Over more time, you grow to like it a lot. Occasionally, when you hear the song, you think about the fact that you used to not like it and wonder what was wrong with you back then.
2. Songs that you love immdiately- no questions asked. Upon first listen, you stop dead in your tracks and say to yourself (either aloud or not, depending on where you are), 'holy shit, this song is amazing!' Then you listen to it 4 or 5 more times, just to make sure your ears aren't deceiving you.
I just got #2'd.
Location: stationary bike (yes, I do occasionally cheat on the elliptical)
Time: approximately 9pm
I am very sad that this song is too new to be on the radio and I don't have an ipod plug-in because loud music+driving=my nirvana.
August 7, 2011
Highlight
Roommate has a lady friend visiting from out of town. I anticipated feeling like a total third wheel. Not the case. We've spent the last two nights eating way too much, watching hilarious television shows and youtubes and sitting on our porch (I do allow them alone time during the day, so I'm not a total cock block).
Tonight was fun. Roommate decided that we wanted to record a drunk history video (youtube it). To create a proper drunk history, you need to get REALLY drunk. And he did.
The video was funny- a somewhat historically accurate story about 'nam. Then it got late, and lady friend wanted to go to bed.
I stayed on the couch for a while. Through the living room wall, I distinctly heard roommate say, "there's no way it's gonna happen tonight."
I bet lady friend is not pleased. But I am quite amused.
:P
Tonight was fun. Roommate decided that we wanted to record a drunk history video (youtube it). To create a proper drunk history, you need to get REALLY drunk. And he did.
The video was funny- a somewhat historically accurate story about 'nam. Then it got late, and lady friend wanted to go to bed.
I stayed on the couch for a while. Through the living room wall, I distinctly heard roommate say, "there's no way it's gonna happen tonight."
I bet lady friend is not pleased. But I am quite amused.
:P
August 2, 2011
Total Immersion
My first year of college, it was required that each student take a "Freshman Foundations" course. I chose a sociology course, taught by an existentialist professor who spent the semester convincing the class that free will was a myth and our desires were entirely driven by advertisements and the media. Don't get me wrong, it was a great class, but I took some of what he said with a grain of salt. (Like that I have no control over my thoughts).
Fast forward to about two weeks ago. I was relaxing on the porch with my roommates, and one told an interesting story. He said that Chris Brown had accidentally slipped the double-mint gum slogan into his song, "Forever," and instead of a lawsuit, Wrigley decided to make Brown a spokesman.
I wiki'd the story for accuracy:
"Forever" is actually an extended version of a commercial jingle for Doublemint gum, commissioned by an advertising company working for Wrigley. Brown first created the short version for the commercial, then extended and amended it into a full song during a recording session in February 2008, which was paid for by the gum company.[2]
Wha? So a song was commissioned by an ad company? Interesting...
Fast forward to today at work. Some of my team members were talking about how Pitbull's song "Give Me Everything" was so awful because he rhymed the word Kodak with...(wait for it)...Kodak. Google the lyrics. They are dumb. I promise.
Luckily, at work we have access to lots of inside information (what ad agencies work with which companies, contract terms and compensation information). We did some research, and, sure enough, Pitbull has a contract with Kodak. Burned again!
I have noticed an increase of ads in places ads shouldn't be. In a TV show, the camera will zoom in on whatever brand of drink the characters are drinking or the type of car they're driving in the epic chase scene (is the fact that a Ford Focus out-drove the evil vampires relevant?).
The line between ads and other forms of entertainment is blurring. (One point for existentialist professor.) However, despite what has been shoved down my throat through the radio and TV waves, I still have no desire to chew double-mint gum or use/buy Kodak products. Let's call this one a draw.
Fast forward to about two weeks ago. I was relaxing on the porch with my roommates, and one told an interesting story. He said that Chris Brown had accidentally slipped the double-mint gum slogan into his song, "Forever," and instead of a lawsuit, Wrigley decided to make Brown a spokesman.
I wiki'd the story for accuracy:
"Forever" is actually an extended version of a commercial jingle for Doublemint gum, commissioned by an advertising company working for Wrigley. Brown first created the short version for the commercial, then extended and amended it into a full song during a recording session in February 2008, which was paid for by the gum company.[2]
Wha? So a song was commissioned by an ad company? Interesting...
Fast forward to today at work. Some of my team members were talking about how Pitbull's song "Give Me Everything" was so awful because he rhymed the word Kodak with...(wait for it)...Kodak. Google the lyrics. They are dumb. I promise.
Luckily, at work we have access to lots of inside information (what ad agencies work with which companies, contract terms and compensation information). We did some research, and, sure enough, Pitbull has a contract with Kodak. Burned again!
I have noticed an increase of ads in places ads shouldn't be. In a TV show, the camera will zoom in on whatever brand of drink the characters are drinking or the type of car they're driving in the epic chase scene (is the fact that a Ford Focus out-drove the evil vampires relevant?).
The line between ads and other forms of entertainment is blurring. (One point for existentialist professor.) However, despite what has been shoved down my throat through the radio and TV waves, I still have no desire to chew double-mint gum or use/buy Kodak products. Let's call this one a draw.
July 29, 2011
Book 2
I had to work today. I normally have Fridays off, but thanks to Tuesday's accident, I had the choice to either make up the hours or use my paid vacation time (Tuesday was no vacation, so I decided to make up the hours).
But I digress. At some point during my 10 hours at the office, I was reminded that I graduated college 9 weeks ago. 'So I guess this is the next chapter,' I thought to myself, while in my think-tank (the bathroom). Then, as I often do, I interrupted my thoughts with a contradictory thought.
'My post-college life is totally different. So different, in fact, the two parts don't belong in the same book.'
So instead of life being one book, I think life should be a series of books. Overall, the series will have a single protagonist (me) and a few similar supporting characters, but each book will put these characters in completely different situations.
That said, I need to do a better job at keeping in touch with the supporting characters in my personal book series.
Happy weekend. Tomorrow's agenda - rent a car in preparation for my personal carmageddon (car in shop for the week)
But I digress. At some point during my 10 hours at the office, I was reminded that I graduated college 9 weeks ago. 'So I guess this is the next chapter,' I thought to myself, while in my think-tank (the bathroom). Then, as I often do, I interrupted my thoughts with a contradictory thought.
'My post-college life is totally different. So different, in fact, the two parts don't belong in the same book.'
So instead of life being one book, I think life should be a series of books. Overall, the series will have a single protagonist (me) and a few similar supporting characters, but each book will put these characters in completely different situations.
That said, I need to do a better job at keeping in touch with the supporting characters in my personal book series.
Happy weekend. Tomorrow's agenda - rent a car in preparation for my personal carmageddon (car in shop for the week)
July 26, 2011
A Series of Firsts
Today marks my first time missing work. Why? Because today also marks my first car accident (nearly 7 years with a perfect record...then I move to LA and this happens).
I'll admit, it was my fault. I was zoning out on the way to work and didn't see the car in my blind spot. It was an expensive mistake.
So I spent my day off filing claims and getting repair estimates. Fun stuff. Unfortunately, the shop can't fix my car until the parts they have to order arrive. Fortunately, my car is still drivable (though very sad looking). Until Monday, I'll be driving around town in a front bumper-less car.
Sorry JUD. Lesson learned.
I'll admit, it was my fault. I was zoning out on the way to work and didn't see the car in my blind spot. It was an expensive mistake.
So I spent my day off filing claims and getting repair estimates. Fun stuff. Unfortunately, the shop can't fix my car until the parts they have to order arrive. Fortunately, my car is still drivable (though very sad looking). Until Monday, I'll be driving around town in a front bumper-less car.
Sorry JUD. Lesson learned.
July 21, 2011
M.I.A.
Today's post is sleep-related (yeah, another one), but, surprisingly, not dream-related (I can hear you cheering on the other end).
Last Sunday when I woke up, something felt....off. It was a beautiful, traffic-free day, but something wasn't right. I gnashed my teeth together a few times (not really, but I've never had an excuse to use the word gnash so just go with it), and realized that I wasn't wearing my retainers. Mind you, I usually don't wear them, but I was 100% certain that I'd had them in when I went to bed.
I began a frantic (or as frantic as one can be on a lazy Sunday) search in my sheets. No luck. I called my mom, who advised me to look under the bed. Sure enough, about 4 feet under the bed was a blue hunk of plastic. My beloved. I was a little weirded out, but oddly impressed at my sleep-throwing abilities.
Fast forward to this morning. I woke up feeling a little breezier than normal. I got out of bed, and realized I wasn't wearing a shirt (thanks, mirror). I guess sleep-stripping is the next level up from sleep-throwing. I'm going on a camping trip this weekend, which could get interesting if this trend continues.
What will I sleep-do next? I'll keep you posted.
Last Sunday when I woke up, something felt....off. It was a beautiful, traffic-free day, but something wasn't right. I gnashed my teeth together a few times (not really, but I've never had an excuse to use the word gnash so just go with it), and realized that I wasn't wearing my retainers. Mind you, I usually don't wear them, but I was 100% certain that I'd had them in when I went to bed.
I began a frantic (or as frantic as one can be on a lazy Sunday) search in my sheets. No luck. I called my mom, who advised me to look under the bed. Sure enough, about 4 feet under the bed was a blue hunk of plastic. My beloved. I was a little weirded out, but oddly impressed at my sleep-throwing abilities.
Fast forward to this morning. I woke up feeling a little breezier than normal. I got out of bed, and realized I wasn't wearing a shirt (thanks, mirror). I guess sleep-stripping is the next level up from sleep-throwing. I'm going on a camping trip this weekend, which could get interesting if this trend continues.
What will I sleep-do next? I'll keep you posted.
July 15, 2011
Car-ma
The 405 freeway is closing this weekend, and the city is freaking out. What have we done to deserve such a horrible fate? We have been robbed of our entitlements and modern conveniences! How dare they!
Personally, I welcome the challenge. I like the convenience of hopping into my car and getting places quickly as much as the next person (relatively speaking....c'mon, it's LA), but this weekend will hopefully confirm that I don't NEED my car to survive. Hell, people survived for thousands of years without cars. Plus, it's an excuse to NOT go anywhere or do anything.
Maybe if I'm feeling bold, I'll turn off my phone too. So primitive!
So cheers to carmageddon. A lazy weekend is just what the doctor ordered.
PS - those of you in my inner circle already know that I have a weird obsession/fascination with freeway overpasses. This photo was a natural choice.
Personally, I welcome the challenge. I like the convenience of hopping into my car and getting places quickly as much as the next person (relatively speaking....c'mon, it's LA), but this weekend will hopefully confirm that I don't NEED my car to survive. Hell, people survived for thousands of years without cars. Plus, it's an excuse to NOT go anywhere or do anything.
Maybe if I'm feeling bold, I'll turn off my phone too. So primitive!
So cheers to carmageddon. A lazy weekend is just what the doctor ordered.
PS - those of you in my inner circle already know that I have a weird obsession/fascination with freeway overpasses. This photo was a natural choice.
July 8, 2011
Guilt-Free
Happy Friday
Con: I have work today
Pro: Fridays are casual.
Today is officially a guilt-free day. Why? Well, this morning I logged onto facebook (still one of the first pages I check--so college-y of me) and noticed that none of my "friends" had birthdays today. Every other morning, I inspect the names, and usually end up deciding not to send my well-wishes (justification: they'll probably get hundreds of other posts from their other "friends"). I am not the type to write an insincere/generic "happy birthday!" on the wall of every person on their birthday. If I can't think of something personal to add, or I wouldn't ever write on their wall otherwise, I hold off. No offense to anyone, I just don't want to feel like a phony (can you tell I'm rereading Catcher in the Rye? Ha)
Even so, my conscience feels a little clearer on the days that my news feed doesn't inform me that 28 of my friends wished someone a happy birthday and I didn't.
Con: I have work today
Pro: Fridays are casual.
Today is officially a guilt-free day. Why? Well, this morning I logged onto facebook (still one of the first pages I check--so college-y of me) and noticed that none of my "friends" had birthdays today. Every other morning, I inspect the names, and usually end up deciding not to send my well-wishes (justification: they'll probably get hundreds of other posts from their other "friends"). I am not the type to write an insincere/generic "happy birthday!" on the wall of every person on their birthday. If I can't think of something personal to add, or I wouldn't ever write on their wall otherwise, I hold off. No offense to anyone, I just don't want to feel like a phony (can you tell I'm rereading Catcher in the Rye? Ha)
Even so, my conscience feels a little clearer on the days that my news feed doesn't inform me that 28 of my friends wished someone a happy birthday and I didn't.
July 7, 2011
Oh The Places I'll Go...
My mind has a tendency to wander. Like, hard-core wander. I have thought about things so random that I wonder how on earth my mind even thought to think about whatever it is I'm thinking about.
Frequently, when I'm trying to motivate myself to get through something, I tell myself "c'mon. You only have {insert amount of time here} left. You can do anything for {amount of time}."
Today at work, while I was taking a break, I realized that I had two hours left until the day was over. I had been reviewing contracts (tedious) all day, and needed my motivational phrase. "C'mon, Dana," I said. "You only have two hours left. You can do anything for two hours."
"Excuse me," the devil on my shoulder chimed in, "but I'm pretty sure there are many things you can't do for two hours." Damn it. My shoulder devil was right. Shoulder angel couldn't even come back with a counter argument. I proceeded to think of a bunch of things I could not do for two hours (the first thing was 'hold my breath'). As my time remaining at work lessened, I began mentally crossing things off my 'things-I-wouldn't-be-able-to-do-for-this-amount-of-time' list, until finally, I was able to go home.
Needless to say, today was a long day.
Frequently, when I'm trying to motivate myself to get through something, I tell myself "c'mon. You only have {insert amount of time here} left. You can do anything for {amount of time}."
Today at work, while I was taking a break, I realized that I had two hours left until the day was over. I had been reviewing contracts (tedious) all day, and needed my motivational phrase. "C'mon, Dana," I said. "You only have two hours left. You can do anything for two hours."
"Excuse me," the devil on my shoulder chimed in, "but I'm pretty sure there are many things you can't do for two hours." Damn it. My shoulder devil was right. Shoulder angel couldn't even come back with a counter argument. I proceeded to think of a bunch of things I could not do for two hours (the first thing was 'hold my breath'). As my time remaining at work lessened, I began mentally crossing things off my 'things-I-wouldn't-be-able-to-do-for-this-amount-of-time' list, until finally, I was able to go home.
Needless to say, today was a long day.
July 4, 2011
July 3, 2011
High Times
Does the title of this post have anything to do with the fact that I've spent the weekend basking in the sun and eating excessive quantities of seasonal fruit? (What type of person would I be to waste your precious brain-space with such an entry?). In short - no.
This morning, while on a hill-walk with my mom, we got on the subject of kids who'd peaked in high school. (High Times --High school....see what I'm getting at?)
Back in high school, I wasn't particularly happy ("but you were winter formal queen and captain of the song squad," mother chimed in. Yeah, I remember). I wasn't bullied or subject to any traumatic experiences, but I wasn't satisfied either. I knew some kids that loved high school. They were born for the sole purpose of going to high school and being awesome.
At the time, I was envious of these kids. That ended on graduation day, along with their awesomeness. Now they are looking back on their heyday with sadness, knowing that they peaked too soon.
"See, time puts everything into perspective," mother chimed in.
I agree. However, when you are in the midst of a shitty situation, you can't raise your hand and say, "excuse me 12th grade english teacher. Things aren't going well for me right now, so I'm going to retreat into an obscure cave and return in five years with a fresh perspective."
On a grand scale I think I'm lucky. High school wasn't great. College was better, but still had some rough spots. My life has gotten steadily more satisfying over the years (save for some minor fluctuations), which is preferable to a sharp peak in my high school years, followed by spending the remainder of my life coping with the shock of nobody knowing or caring that I was hot shit at age 17. (*I was going to put a graph here, but technical difficulties said otherwise*).
Being too satisfied with life(whether by popularity, wealth, looks, etc.) too young is comparable to growing up too wealthy as a kid. The higher up the ladder you start, the harder it is to move up, and the less you'll appreciate it when you do.
So appreciate your humble beginnings. Happy 4th.
This morning, while on a hill-walk with my mom, we got on the subject of kids who'd peaked in high school. (High Times --High school....see what I'm getting at?)
Back in high school, I wasn't particularly happy ("but you were winter formal queen and captain of the song squad," mother chimed in. Yeah, I remember). I wasn't bullied or subject to any traumatic experiences, but I wasn't satisfied either. I knew some kids that loved high school. They were born for the sole purpose of going to high school and being awesome.
At the time, I was envious of these kids. That ended on graduation day, along with their awesomeness. Now they are looking back on their heyday with sadness, knowing that they peaked too soon.
"See, time puts everything into perspective," mother chimed in.
I agree. However, when you are in the midst of a shitty situation, you can't raise your hand and say, "excuse me 12th grade english teacher. Things aren't going well for me right now, so I'm going to retreat into an obscure cave and return in five years with a fresh perspective."
On a grand scale I think I'm lucky. High school wasn't great. College was better, but still had some rough spots. My life has gotten steadily more satisfying over the years (save for some minor fluctuations), which is preferable to a sharp peak in my high school years, followed by spending the remainder of my life coping with the shock of nobody knowing or caring that I was hot shit at age 17. (*I was going to put a graph here, but technical difficulties said otherwise*).
Being too satisfied with life(whether by popularity, wealth, looks, etc.) too young is comparable to growing up too wealthy as a kid. The higher up the ladder you start, the harder it is to move up, and the less you'll appreciate it when you do.
So appreciate your humble beginnings. Happy 4th.
June 21, 2011
Epilogue to the previous entry
I was making a chocolate-chunk banana pancake for dinner tonight, and the new spatula couldn't keep up. I had to use fork to flip the pancake.
Karma
Karma
June 20, 2011
Rejection Ethics
Synonyms - refusal, spurning, dismissal, elimination.
Getting rejected sucks. Having to reject someone else...well, it also sucks. It's easy to tell someone you're not interested (hell-fucking-no, or the like), but how do you do it nicely? And is it okay to lie to spare someone's feelings?
This past weekend, I realized that I was without a decent spatula. My mom had given me a 20% off coupon to Bed Bath & Beyond (beyond what? nobody knows), so I decided to put it to good use. As I was leaving the store with my purchase, some guy asked me "where's your stuff?"
"Right here," I said, waving the spatula.
"That's all?"
"Yes. I had a coupon."
End of conversation, or so I thought. About 5 minutes later, as I was walking to my car, a few blocksaway, I heard someone yelling behind me. It was the guy, and he was running after me.
"Look at this coupon!" he yell/panted triumphantly. On his receipt, someone had hand-written '20% off total purchase,' (apparently it was a manager).
"Wow," I said, in a tone that attempted to hide how un-impressed I was. He didn't know that I knew that you could use multiple '20% off any single-item coupons' in a single purchase. I guess I did a good job of feigning interest, because we proceeded to have an unnecessarily long conversation about coupons.
After the awkward coupon-related chatter ended, in which I assured him that my mom would send me more coupons and I really didn't need his, he interjected with "you're so beautiful. We should hang out. What's your number?"
Shit. Put on the spot, I gave it to him (mostly so I could go free and not have to reject him then and there). As I was walked away (quickly- I didn't want to be caught up with again), I brainstormed about how to reject him nicely. He seemed perfectly friendly, just not my type (probably in his early thirties, and wearing sweat pants with a denim button-up shirt). I decided the best plan was when he called, I'd tell him that I had a boyfriend, but was so startled by his running after me that I hadn't remembered to tell him.
I immediately felt guilty (the downside of being a jew) about my plan, because there were two major moral problems:
1) If I had a boyfriend, I'd be a horrible girlfriend to 'forget' and let guys hit on me.
2) It's not true, so I'm a liar.
When it comes to rejection, being mean or blunt is easy. Being nice is an art--an art which I have not perfected, which is why, when the guy called tonight, I didn't answer my phone. He left a voicemail. I probably won't ever listen to it or call him back. And he'll probably think I'm a bitch.
I honestly do feel guilty, but how much must I compromise myself to spare others feelings?
Getting rejected sucks. Having to reject someone else...well, it also sucks. It's easy to tell someone you're not interested (hell-fucking-no, or the like), but how do you do it nicely? And is it okay to lie to spare someone's feelings?
This past weekend, I realized that I was without a decent spatula. My mom had given me a 20% off coupon to Bed Bath & Beyond (beyond what? nobody knows), so I decided to put it to good use. As I was leaving the store with my purchase, some guy asked me "where's your stuff?"
"Right here," I said, waving the spatula.
"That's all?"
"Yes. I had a coupon."
End of conversation, or so I thought. About 5 minutes later, as I was walking to my car, a few blocksaway, I heard someone yelling behind me. It was the guy, and he was running after me.
"Look at this coupon!" he yell/panted triumphantly. On his receipt, someone had hand-written '20% off total purchase,' (apparently it was a manager).
"Wow," I said, in a tone that attempted to hide how un-impressed I was. He didn't know that I knew that you could use multiple '20% off any single-item coupons' in a single purchase. I guess I did a good job of feigning interest, because we proceeded to have an unnecessarily long conversation about coupons.
After the awkward coupon-related chatter ended, in which I assured him that my mom would send me more coupons and I really didn't need his, he interjected with "you're so beautiful. We should hang out. What's your number?"
Shit. Put on the spot, I gave it to him (mostly so I could go free and not have to reject him then and there). As I was walked away (quickly- I didn't want to be caught up with again), I brainstormed about how to reject him nicely. He seemed perfectly friendly, just not my type (probably in his early thirties, and wearing sweat pants with a denim button-up shirt). I decided the best plan was when he called, I'd tell him that I had a boyfriend, but was so startled by his running after me that I hadn't remembered to tell him.
I immediately felt guilty (the downside of being a jew) about my plan, because there were two major moral problems:
1) If I had a boyfriend, I'd be a horrible girlfriend to 'forget' and let guys hit on me.
2) It's not true, so I'm a liar.
When it comes to rejection, being mean or blunt is easy. Being nice is an art--an art which I have not perfected, which is why, when the guy called tonight, I didn't answer my phone. He left a voicemail. I probably won't ever listen to it or call him back. And he'll probably think I'm a bitch.
I honestly do feel guilty, but how much must I compromise myself to spare others feelings?
[The rare and elusive coupon that started it all.]
June 16, 2011
Week 2: Loud, followed by very quiet
Week 2 has come to a close (I don't work on Friday, so I'm referring to the work week).
The week started out tough--since I was switching to the 4-day schedule, Monday was my first 10-hour day. On top of that, I had to work an extra half hour (more on that later). Not going to lie, it was a long day. I ate lunch while working at my desk so I could take a nap in my car during my official lunch break. Tuesday was a little better.
Yesterday, the office held an open house for it's clients, so the staff was all sent home at 4. We were only given 1.5 hours excused time, so we had to make up any extra work missed on other days (and that's why I worked extra time on Monday). Today, there was a TON of leftover food from the party. From what I overheard, everyone at the party got super drunk. I heard the receptionist complaining how hungover she was. College lives on!
I really like my job. I like the work I do, I enjoy the people, and, for this week at least, work has been my only social interaction. Roommate 1 went home for the week (his PhD summer classes don't start until next week), and roommate 2's school year just ended (he's a teacher), so I've been completely alone (other than trips to the supermarket....and people inside the television). It's weird to spend 11 hours surrounded by people and things, and then come home to....silence and stillness. Come back roommates! Please?
The week started out tough--since I was switching to the 4-day schedule, Monday was my first 10-hour day. On top of that, I had to work an extra half hour (more on that later). Not going to lie, it was a long day. I ate lunch while working at my desk so I could take a nap in my car during my official lunch break. Tuesday was a little better.
Yesterday, the office held an open house for it's clients, so the staff was all sent home at 4. We were only given 1.5 hours excused time, so we had to make up any extra work missed on other days (and that's why I worked extra time on Monday). Today, there was a TON of leftover food from the party. From what I overheard, everyone at the party got super drunk. I heard the receptionist complaining how hungover she was. College lives on!
I really like my job. I like the work I do, I enjoy the people, and, for this week at least, work has been my only social interaction. Roommate 1 went home for the week (his PhD summer classes don't start until next week), and roommate 2's school year just ended (he's a teacher), so I've been completely alone (other than trips to the supermarket....and people inside the television). It's weird to spend 11 hours surrounded by people and things, and then come home to....silence and stillness. Come back roommates! Please?
June 10, 2011
iLived
I have officially survived my first week as a contributing member of society. Overall, it wasn't bad! As I have no problem with the people I work with or the work itself, my biggest survival issue at this point is getting run over by crazy LA drivers.
June 7, 2011
iWork
Okay, so maybe iWork is already a trademarked apple product, but whatever.
In case you couldn't tell from the title, I work! (Regular 8-hour days this week- then next week I switch to AWS (alternative work schedule)--four 10-hour days per week. NO FRIDAYS EVER!).
It's tiring, but I really like it. Most of the cube-people are not too much older than me (the older fat-cats get offices).
I'm on the SAG (Screen Actor's Guild) team, so I audit the pension plans of actors, stunt people, and dancers for movies, commercials, and TV. The work is challenging (there are 10 million steps to prepping an audit, and each confidential database has a different password), but interesting. I have access to a lot of confidential information....
(I don't how much more I'm legally allowed to say about what I'm working on, so I won't, just in case.)
Later.
In case you couldn't tell from the title, I work! (Regular 8-hour days this week- then next week I switch to AWS (alternative work schedule)--four 10-hour days per week. NO FRIDAYS EVER!).
It's tiring, but I really like it. Most of the cube-people are not too much older than me (the older fat-cats get offices).
I'm on the SAG (Screen Actor's Guild) team, so I audit the pension plans of actors, stunt people, and dancers for movies, commercials, and TV. The work is challenging (there are 10 million steps to prepping an audit, and each confidential database has a different password), but interesting. I have access to a lot of confidential information....
(I don't how much more I'm legally allowed to say about what I'm working on, so I won't, just in case.)
Later.
June 2, 2011
Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself
Moving tomorrow, and starting work on Monday.
I've been thinking about my first post-college job for a long time, but now that it's four days away, I have absolutely no idea what to think. I'm trying not to have expectations. A historical trend analysis would show that my expectations are usually inaccurate.
So, for now, I'm keeping "the future" off a pedestal and going into the real world with a clean slate.
I've been thinking about my first post-college job for a long time, but now that it's four days away, I have absolutely no idea what to think. I'm trying not to have expectations. A historical trend analysis would show that my expectations are usually inaccurate.
So, for now, I'm keeping "the future" off a pedestal and going into the real world with a clean slate.
May 31, 2011
Insanity
I'm moving in three days, and the prep is insane. My stuff is overflowing into every room of the house.
I've been to Ikea three times in the last three days. (Highlights: everything is Swedish, $1 ice cream, and one of the box-lugger boys pulled an "excuse me, you dropped this" and gave me his number. I'm not going to call, but my parents got a kick out of it). But still, it is a tiring place, because it's so big and there's so much to look at.
Yesterday, I carried a couch up a flight of stairs. Today my arms hurt.
I'm living in a weird alternate universe that is post-school, pre-job. The bubble pops one week from today (Monday).
I've been to Ikea three times in the last three days. (Highlights: everything is Swedish, $1 ice cream, and one of the box-lugger boys pulled an "excuse me, you dropped this" and gave me his number. I'm not going to call, but my parents got a kick out of it). But still, it is a tiring place, because it's so big and there's so much to look at.
Yesterday, I carried a couch up a flight of stairs. Today my arms hurt.
I'm living in a weird alternate universe that is post-school, pre-job. The bubble pops one week from today (Monday).
May 24, 2011
Inertia
Inertia: An object in motion is likely to stay in motion (I'm not a scientist, so don't quote me on that).
Blog Uninertia: A blog not in motion is likely to stay not in motion.
Basically, the longer I go without blogging, the less likely I am to blog.
I've been super busy. Taking finals, graduating, moving home (and out again in two weeks), and battling a quite annoying medical malady.
In summary: finals were hard, graduation was standard-- if not a little boring--and moving was meh (though I do have a nasty cut/bruise from a storage bin breaking in half and falling onto my foot. Don't move in sandals. Duh.)
As for the last thing. I have a word of caution to you all (probably only applies to girls): DON'T use old makeup. Please. Last weekend, I came home looking gross and unprepared to look un-gross if needed. My parents wanted to go out to dinner, so I cleverly decided to grab some old makeup that had been sitting in my closet for....years.
The next day, I noticed my lips felt drier than usual, but didn't pay attention to it because I was in finals mode. That was my only symptom until Thursday. I woke up at 5am for an early morning final, and noticed that my eyes looked puffier than usual. I attributed it to sleep deprivation. Throughout the day, I felt okay, and the eye swelling went down a bit (I think. I wasn't looking in the mirror much). That night, I was going to a friend's birthday party (a fancy one). I noticed my skin was VERY dry and my lips were cracking. I noticed a bunch of splotchy red spots on my neck. Not normal, but I had partying to do and no time to dwell.
Friday morning- graduation day. Woke up. AWFUL. My skin felt too tight for my face. Went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Scary thing looked back at me. It had a bright red face with swollen baggy eyes. I thought some de-puffing eye cream might help, so I rubbed it on. It burned. My eyes immediately started watering like crazy, and then I was sweating and shaking. I tried washing it off, but the burning continued. The only thing that helped a little was putting a bag of ice on my face. I threw on some (ugly) clothes and managed to drive home, even though I couldn't open my eyes. My mom tried to tell me I didn't look that bad. I didn't believe her. She drove me to the doctor's office, and the office staff didn't didn't believe her either. I got some pitiful looks.
The only way to reduce the swelling was a steriod shot. Lucky me. A lady took me into the back room, where I rolled up my sleeve like a warrior. I guess I am naive. This kind of shot is done in the butt (Yeah, I know it sounds dirty and gross. It was. I said a few unkind words. Sorry nurse). Afterward, they gave me a prescription for something and told me to take Benadryll.
Oh yeah, and did I mention this was all happening while all my friends were having a graduation photo shoot? Shitty.
So I went home, took all my drugs, and tried to think about something besides the fact that this was my graduation day and I looked and felt like a snake prepping for shedding season.
It took me 90 minutes to put on enough makeup to (mostly) hide my disfigurations, and it hurt like hell. Every time I moved my face (or blinked), my un-stretchable skin would crack a little. By the grace of God, I was able to get some pictures that hid my diseased look.
And I lived. I've spent the last 3 days doing crazy things like standing over boiling pots of water and re-lotioning about every 10 minutes to try and speed up the "shedding" process (again, sounds gross. Again, it is. I could have gone in to more detail about said crazy things, so be thankful that I didn't). Hopefully, I'll be able to go out in public in a few days.
And hopefully, and few days after that, I'll be able to look back on my graduation day and laugh.
Blog Uninertia: A blog not in motion is likely to stay not in motion.
Basically, the longer I go without blogging, the less likely I am to blog.
I've been super busy. Taking finals, graduating, moving home (and out again in two weeks), and battling a quite annoying medical malady.
In summary: finals were hard, graduation was standard-- if not a little boring--and moving was meh (though I do have a nasty cut/bruise from a storage bin breaking in half and falling onto my foot. Don't move in sandals. Duh.)
As for the last thing. I have a word of caution to you all (probably only applies to girls): DON'T use old makeup. Please. Last weekend, I came home looking gross and unprepared to look un-gross if needed. My parents wanted to go out to dinner, so I cleverly decided to grab some old makeup that had been sitting in my closet for....years.
The next day, I noticed my lips felt drier than usual, but didn't pay attention to it because I was in finals mode. That was my only symptom until Thursday. I woke up at 5am for an early morning final, and noticed that my eyes looked puffier than usual. I attributed it to sleep deprivation. Throughout the day, I felt okay, and the eye swelling went down a bit (I think. I wasn't looking in the mirror much). That night, I was going to a friend's birthday party (a fancy one). I noticed my skin was VERY dry and my lips were cracking. I noticed a bunch of splotchy red spots on my neck. Not normal, but I had partying to do and no time to dwell.
Friday morning- graduation day. Woke up. AWFUL. My skin felt too tight for my face. Went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Scary thing looked back at me. It had a bright red face with swollen baggy eyes. I thought some de-puffing eye cream might help, so I rubbed it on. It burned. My eyes immediately started watering like crazy, and then I was sweating and shaking. I tried washing it off, but the burning continued. The only thing that helped a little was putting a bag of ice on my face. I threw on some (ugly) clothes and managed to drive home, even though I couldn't open my eyes. My mom tried to tell me I didn't look that bad. I didn't believe her. She drove me to the doctor's office, and the office staff didn't didn't believe her either. I got some pitiful looks.
The only way to reduce the swelling was a steriod shot. Lucky me. A lady took me into the back room, where I rolled up my sleeve like a warrior. I guess I am naive. This kind of shot is done in the butt (Yeah, I know it sounds dirty and gross. It was. I said a few unkind words. Sorry nurse). Afterward, they gave me a prescription for something and told me to take Benadryll.
Oh yeah, and did I mention this was all happening while all my friends were having a graduation photo shoot? Shitty.
So I went home, took all my drugs, and tried to think about something besides the fact that this was my graduation day and I looked and felt like a snake prepping for shedding season.
It took me 90 minutes to put on enough makeup to (mostly) hide my disfigurations, and it hurt like hell. Every time I moved my face (or blinked), my un-stretchable skin would crack a little. By the grace of God, I was able to get some pictures that hid my diseased look.
And I lived. I've spent the last 3 days doing crazy things like standing over boiling pots of water and re-lotioning about every 10 minutes to try and speed up the "shedding" process (again, sounds gross. Again, it is. I could have gone in to more detail about said crazy things, so be thankful that I didn't). Hopefully, I'll be able to go out in public in a few days.
And hopefully, and few days after that, I'll be able to look back on my graduation day and laugh.
May 9, 2011
Monday Monday
I just had a dream about something I really wanted, woke up, and realized it didn't actually happen. Boo, hiss.
Today marks the beginning of my last week of college classes--ever. Europe's song, "The Final Countdown," will be on repeat all week. Actually, probably not. I just wish that professors would have some compassion and realize that, as it is our last week of class, we'd rather be spending our time with our friends that we night not see again for a while than working on "group" projects (don't even get me started on this topic because I'll go on for days) and cramming our heads full of crap that we plan to forget the minute the test is over.
Just sayin'.
Today marks the beginning of my last week of college classes--ever. Europe's song, "The Final Countdown," will be on repeat all week. Actually, probably not. I just wish that professors would have some compassion and realize that, as it is our last week of class, we'd rather be spending our time with our friends that we night not see again for a while than working on "group" projects (don't even get me started on this topic because I'll go on for days) and cramming our heads full of crap that we plan to forget the minute the test is over.
Just sayin'.
May 8, 2011
Dear Boys,
Dear Boys,
Insulting my friends,
mocking my height, gender, and religion,
bragging about how often you get with girls,
complaining about how most girls 'can't satisfy you',
and informing me that I will be hooking up with you, even though I probably can't satisfy you either
is not going to get you anywhere in my book.
I hope your night ended badly, because you suck.
Sincerely,
The management
Insulting my friends,
mocking my height, gender, and religion,
bragging about how often you get with girls,
complaining about how most girls 'can't satisfy you',
and informing me that I will be hooking up with you, even though I probably can't satisfy you either
is not going to get you anywhere in my book.
I hope your night ended badly, because you suck.
Sincerely,
The management
May 5, 2011
There are some things money can't buy
There are some things money can't buy. Such as intelligence. And writing skills. (The list goes on and on...)
The last 3 hours of my 12-hour school day were spent meeting with one of my group project teams. My role was to edit the other members' sections. All I can say is, after all those years of school, how are some people still so awful at writing (and grammar...and spelling)?? For my tuition dollars, I'd like to think I came out of college able to string together a semi-coherent sentence.
I'm curious as to what effect the college-graduate-with-no-writing-skills-whatsoever cohort will have on the workforce.
Oh well. Off to the Cinco de Mayo party that I'm now quite late to, thanks to the incompetencies of my classmates.
The last 3 hours of my 12-hour school day were spent meeting with one of my group project teams. My role was to edit the other members' sections. All I can say is, after all those years of school, how are some people still so awful at writing (and grammar...and spelling)?? For my tuition dollars, I'd like to think I came out of college able to string together a semi-coherent sentence.
I'm curious as to what effect the college-graduate-with-no-writing-skills-whatsoever cohort will have on the workforce.
Oh well. Off to the Cinco de Mayo party that I'm now quite late to, thanks to the incompetencies of my classmates.
April 30, 2011
What I Learned From Being Bullied
To those of you that know me on a fairly day-to-day basis, you may have noticed a change in my behavior last semester. I was quiet, often appeared exhausted (when seen at all), and didn't socialize unless people came to my house. The truth is, I was being bullied.
She was 5'4, had brown hair, and wasn't large in stature but intimidating nonetheless. I saw her all too often. Soon, she had me convinced that I was a loser. All failings in my personal and 'professional' life were my own fault. The further I fell, the louder her taunts became. And the worst part was that I couldn't escape the grip of my bully, because the bully was me.
I think my 'tough-love' style roots back to my soccer days. If somebody knocked me down, my priority was to get back up fast above all else. I had a job to do. Even if I was in pain. Staying down meant that I was failing myself and my teammates. It meant I was a loser.
I took those principles and carried them into my non-soccer life. When I fell down, the speed of my recovery was vital. If ever I deemed that I was taking too long to get back up, my bully would speak up. "Get up. Don't be a loser." Of course, 'loser' was a self-assessed title. [I should mention that I am also a perfectionist. Bad combo.]
My experience last semester taught me that sometimes I need stand up to my inner-bully. To tell her to shut the fuck up, and then tell her to apologize for calling me a loser. I would never tolerate these verbal assaults from anyone else, yet I allowed my inner bully to have free-reign with her words. I learned that life is not a soccer game. I need to realize when I'm in pain, and maybe sit out for a while. Not all pain can be "walked off" and ignored. Most of all, when someone is in pain, it's important to be nice to them.
I didn't learn this lesson until I woke up one day and realized that I couldn't live my life this way anymore. I felt disconnected from everyone and everything.
Bullying is a terrible trend that has been increasingly entering the public scope. It is everyone's responsibility to take a stand against this trend. But in your other-advocacy, don't forget to not bully yourself as well.
PS- I am doing much better this semester, for those of you who were concerned. :)
She was 5'4, had brown hair, and wasn't large in stature but intimidating nonetheless. I saw her all too often. Soon, she had me convinced that I was a loser. All failings in my personal and 'professional' life were my own fault. The further I fell, the louder her taunts became. And the worst part was that I couldn't escape the grip of my bully, because the bully was me.
I think my 'tough-love' style roots back to my soccer days. If somebody knocked me down, my priority was to get back up fast above all else. I had a job to do. Even if I was in pain. Staying down meant that I was failing myself and my teammates. It meant I was a loser.
I took those principles and carried them into my non-soccer life. When I fell down, the speed of my recovery was vital. If ever I deemed that I was taking too long to get back up, my bully would speak up. "Get up. Don't be a loser." Of course, 'loser' was a self-assessed title. [I should mention that I am also a perfectionist. Bad combo.]
My experience last semester taught me that sometimes I need stand up to my inner-bully. To tell her to shut the fuck up, and then tell her to apologize for calling me a loser. I would never tolerate these verbal assaults from anyone else, yet I allowed my inner bully to have free-reign with her words. I learned that life is not a soccer game. I need to realize when I'm in pain, and maybe sit out for a while. Not all pain can be "walked off" and ignored. Most of all, when someone is in pain, it's important to be nice to them.
I didn't learn this lesson until I woke up one day and realized that I couldn't live my life this way anymore. I felt disconnected from everyone and everything.
Bullying is a terrible trend that has been increasingly entering the public scope. It is everyone's responsibility to take a stand against this trend. But in your other-advocacy, don't forget to not bully yourself as well.
PS- I am doing much better this semester, for those of you who were concerned. :)
April 26, 2011
Retrospect
Retro (Latin prefix): "backwards" or "in past times."
Looking at life events in retrospect provides a level of clarity that cannot be present at the time the even occurred.
Looking at life in retrospect is like analyzing a sports game after you know the final score. It's easy to see where and when the strategic errors took place. Sometimes I wish I knew all the answers ahead of time.
You too might be thinking, "wouldn't life be easier if I knew everything in advance?" Upon further thought, I think not.
I bring this up, because on my ride home today, I was thinking about two of my friends who dated for a little while. It ended strangely, and drama ensued. At the time, it was a pretty big deal. Now, the issue is pretty much dead.
So basically, in retrospect, nothing is that big of a deal. Therefore, let's all relax a bit, shall we?
Feliz Martes
Looking at life events in retrospect provides a level of clarity that cannot be present at the time the even occurred.
Looking at life in retrospect is like analyzing a sports game after you know the final score. It's easy to see where and when the strategic errors took place. Sometimes I wish I knew all the answers ahead of time.
You too might be thinking, "wouldn't life be easier if I knew everything in advance?" Upon further thought, I think not.
- a. Knowing is easy, but easy = boring.
- b. knowing everything that's going to happen includes both good and bad things. Being aware of your own impending doom (if such is the case) could be depressing. Ignorance is bliss.
I bring this up, because on my ride home today, I was thinking about two of my friends who dated for a little while. It ended strangely, and drama ensued. At the time, it was a pretty big deal. Now, the issue is pretty much dead.
So basically, in retrospect, nothing is that big of a deal. Therefore, let's all relax a bit, shall we?
Feliz Martes
Post-Spring Break Grogginess
Have you ever experienced the phenomenon where you take a too-long nap, and it actually makes you more tired?
I feel like that's what spring break did to me. I was so close to being done with school, and then this damn break came along and stole all my momentum. And now all I want to do is....nothing.
I feel like that's what spring break did to me. I was so close to being done with school, and then this damn break came along and stole all my momentum. And now all I want to do is....nothing.
April 23, 2011
A Special Breed of Uniqueness
People whose every Facebook album is titled after lyrics from the most popular Top-40 song at the time.
Extra bonus: when 4 or 5 people create albums with the same title within days of each other.
Way to be unique, guys and gals.
Extra bonus: when 4 or 5 people create albums with the same title within days of each other.
Way to be unique, guys and gals.
April 22, 2011
Double Scoop
*Forewarning: today's post is brought to you by severe sleep deprivation and a long drive, and I'm trying to keep my language as un-harsh as possible. That said, I can't guarantee anything.
Since it's been a while since my last post, I'm lumping two thoughts into one entry.
Today's topics: (1) Considerate Vs. Inconsiderate, and (2) Opinions
1. There are two types of people: considerate and...not. I think that I'm typically a considerate person. I'm not trying to paint a portrait of myself as a saint, but I almost always consider others' thoughts and needs before I act (via group consensus, majority opinion, etc.). I'm not going to do something that nobody else wants to do, because in the end I'll feel guilty. I expect the same treatment from others. However, this 'golden rule' mentality doesn't account for those on the other side of the coin. The steam-rollers. It's their way or the highway, and if you disagree...well, they're going to do what they damn-well please, regardless of how you feel.
A problem arises when a considerate person is paired with an inconsiderate person. Though it's in my nature to consider others, it can get extremely frustrating when I know that I won't get the same treatment in return. I suppose it would be easy enough to be inconsiderate also in order to get even, but then I'm compromising my own values. Hopefully karma/justice will determine how this one turns out.
2. Which segways into my second topic (rant): opinions and tolerance.
It is impossible to eliminate all differences among people. We can react to these differences in two ways: tolerance or intolerance.
1. Tolerance- accept that people have different opinions than you do. They aren't wrong, and neither are you.
2. Intolerance- try to convince others that your opinion is the correct opinion, and persist until they change their mind.
I am unwaveringly tolerant. I embrace differences. I might not agree with others' opinions all the time, but I am open to the idea that my opinion is not more 'right' or 'wrong' than anyone elses. I believe that being intolerant of others is a sign of ignorance.
I also consider myself a pacifist, but when people try to tell me that my opinions are wrong, I push back. My opinion regarding opinions is that you have no right to tell someone else that their opinion is wrong. I have spent the last 22 1/2 years gathering information from my surroundings, so it's not like my opinions were formed in a vacuum. If you think there is any single thing you can tell me that will reverse a lifetime of thought...you're wasting your time and breath.
But like I said, that's just my opinion. If you disagree with my opinion:
Since it's been a while since my last post, I'm lumping two thoughts into one entry.
Today's topics: (1) Considerate Vs. Inconsiderate, and (2) Opinions
1. There are two types of people: considerate and...not. I think that I'm typically a considerate person. I'm not trying to paint a portrait of myself as a saint, but I almost always consider others' thoughts and needs before I act (via group consensus, majority opinion, etc.). I'm not going to do something that nobody else wants to do, because in the end I'll feel guilty. I expect the same treatment from others. However, this 'golden rule' mentality doesn't account for those on the other side of the coin. The steam-rollers. It's their way or the highway, and if you disagree...well, they're going to do what they damn-well please, regardless of how you feel.
A problem arises when a considerate person is paired with an inconsiderate person. Though it's in my nature to consider others, it can get extremely frustrating when I know that I won't get the same treatment in return. I suppose it would be easy enough to be inconsiderate also in order to get even, but then I'm compromising my own values. Hopefully karma/justice will determine how this one turns out.
2. Which segways into my second topic (rant): opinions and tolerance.
opin·ion \É™-ˈpin-yÉ™n\: a view, judgment, or appraisal formed in the mind about a particular matter (merriam-webster.com)
Differences are inherent in our society. We are all different, so naturally there will be differences among individuals. Size, shape, intelligence, experience, and opinions.It is impossible to eliminate all differences among people. We can react to these differences in two ways: tolerance or intolerance.
1. Tolerance- accept that people have different opinions than you do. They aren't wrong, and neither are you.
2. Intolerance- try to convince others that your opinion is the correct opinion, and persist until they change their mind.
I am unwaveringly tolerant. I embrace differences. I might not agree with others' opinions all the time, but I am open to the idea that my opinion is not more 'right' or 'wrong' than anyone elses. I believe that being intolerant of others is a sign of ignorance.
I also consider myself a pacifist, but when people try to tell me that my opinions are wrong, I push back. My opinion regarding opinions is that you have no right to tell someone else that their opinion is wrong. I have spent the last 22 1/2 years gathering information from my surroundings, so it's not like my opinions were formed in a vacuum. If you think there is any single thing you can tell me that will reverse a lifetime of thought...you're wasting your time and breath.
But like I said, that's just my opinion. If you disagree with my opinion:
- Cool. You're entitled to disagree with me.
- Go back and read this entry again--this time with your eyes open.
April 13, 2011
April 12, 2011
Anger
Looking all the way back to my competitive tennis-playing days, anger has always inspired me to be better.
The fire is lit. Here I go.
The fire is lit. Here I go.
April 11, 2011
What I think....
I think:
When I see pictures, or videos, or any evidence of what a great time you're having now,
without me,
I get angry.
I think:
This might make me a horrible person.
But I don't really know.
When I see pictures, or videos, or any evidence of what a great time you're having now,
without me,
I get angry.
I think:
This might make me a horrible person.
But I don't really know.
April 10, 2011
Yin-Yangin, again
Last night I had a dream that I saw my weight lifting teacher from last semester.
She said "Hi, how are you?" and I said, "I'm good." Then I passed out on the floor right in front of her.
And then I woke up. Weird.
She said "Hi, how are you?" and I said, "I'm good." Then I passed out on the floor right in front of her.
And then I woke up. Weird.
April 8, 2011
WOW
I just got back from a family dinner to commemorate my half-birthday/the anniversary of my grandpa getting shot in the war (we didn't know about this one until he told us). Not your typical family dinner celebration.
April 7, 2011
I am a baby
Reason for this post's title: I can no longer sleep through the night, just like a baby. The usual pattern: try to fall asleep for an hour or two, wake up in the middle of the night for an hour or two, wake up early. Equals out to about 4 hours of sleep a night.
On the plus side, my insomnia has given me lots of time to think. While not sleeping last night, I realized that my half-Birthday is tomorrow, and that I start work in less than 2 months. Freaky. Time flies.
One of my very braggy friends posted a facebook status about how she has everything figured out (job, roommate, apartment), and can "live it up until graduation." Upon reading this, I realized that as I no longer have a roommate and still haven't figured out where I'm going to live, so this might be kind of a weird/lonely summer. Maybe I should start studying for my CPA exams (I was going to take the summer off) so I won't notice that my social life has died.
My Twitter post this morning: "In other news, I think the universe is conspiring against us." This is another thing I realized while I wasn't sleeping last night/this morning. Sigh.
On the plus side, my insomnia has given me lots of time to think. While not sleeping last night, I realized that my half-Birthday is tomorrow, and that I start work in less than 2 months. Freaky. Time flies.
One of my very braggy friends posted a facebook status about how she has everything figured out (job, roommate, apartment), and can "live it up until graduation." Upon reading this, I realized that as I no longer have a roommate and still haven't figured out where I'm going to live, so this might be kind of a weird/lonely summer. Maybe I should start studying for my CPA exams (I was going to take the summer off) so I won't notice that my social life has died.
My Twitter post this morning: "In other news, I think the universe is conspiring against us." This is another thing I realized while I wasn't sleeping last night/this morning. Sigh.
April 3, 2011
The great debate
My apologies for the unintentional hiatus. These last few weeks have been pretty hectic.
Today's topic: how to label meals...
It the title of the meal based on the type of food you are eating, or the time of day it is when you eat it?
For example if you eat cereal at night, are you eating breakfast, or are you eating cereal for dinner? Or if you eat leftover steak in the morning, are you eating dinner, or steak for breakfast?
Mind-boggling, isn't it?
Today's topic: how to label meals...
It the title of the meal based on the type of food you are eating, or the time of day it is when you eat it?
For example if you eat cereal at night, are you eating breakfast, or are you eating cereal for dinner? Or if you eat leftover steak in the morning, are you eating dinner, or steak for breakfast?
Mind-boggling, isn't it?
March 25, 2011
An All-Too-Familiar Phenomenon
I have a lot to get done this weekend. I've been awake for many hours, but I haven't actually done anything because I've been sitting here thinking about how much I have to do.
It's a surprisingly hard cycle to break.
It's a surprisingly hard cycle to break.
March 22, 2011
Silencio, por favor
I just returned from a weekend at a Zen center in the mountains. Given all the meditation I've been doing, I think that silence is an appropriate topic.
Silence: some people like it; some people find it incredibly awkward. I'm in the first group. This is not to say that I'm consistently a quiet person (I have my talkative spurts), but I also don't scramble to fill silences when they arise. I tend only to talk when I have something I really want to say, and I'd like to think that that makes what I say a little more meaningful (don't correct me if I'm wrong...).
At the Zen retreat, our group took part in a completely silent lunch. Some of my classmates were visibly uncomfortable, rushed through the meal, and left as soon as they were done. I loved it. There was no pressure to fill silences (yes, sometimes I conform a little as to not make more talkative people think I'm awkward), and I was able to enjoy my food much more.
Tonight, I went for a walk with a friend that I frequently walk with, and we discussed our attitudes about silence (talking about silence...ironic, right?). He pointed out that we are both introspective people, so what might be perceived as awkward silences by others is really us getting lost in thought and forgetting that we aren't talking out loud.
So true. I often go long stretches of time without saying a word, and only become aware of my extended silence once I talk to another human being again. Driving is another quiet time for me. I usually drive alone, so I've gotten used to using the car as my thinking place. Sometimes, when I'm driving other people, I'll start thinking about stuff and not talk to the person in the car.
In conclusion, I think silence is golden, but sorry to all the talkers who find me incredibly awkward.
Silence: some people like it; some people find it incredibly awkward. I'm in the first group. This is not to say that I'm consistently a quiet person (I have my talkative spurts), but I also don't scramble to fill silences when they arise. I tend only to talk when I have something I really want to say, and I'd like to think that that makes what I say a little more meaningful (don't correct me if I'm wrong...).
At the Zen retreat, our group took part in a completely silent lunch. Some of my classmates were visibly uncomfortable, rushed through the meal, and left as soon as they were done. I loved it. There was no pressure to fill silences (yes, sometimes I conform a little as to not make more talkative people think I'm awkward), and I was able to enjoy my food much more.
Tonight, I went for a walk with a friend that I frequently walk with, and we discussed our attitudes about silence (talking about silence...ironic, right?). He pointed out that we are both introspective people, so what might be perceived as awkward silences by others is really us getting lost in thought and forgetting that we aren't talking out loud.
So true. I often go long stretches of time without saying a word, and only become aware of my extended silence once I talk to another human being again. Driving is another quiet time for me. I usually drive alone, so I've gotten used to using the car as my thinking place. Sometimes, when I'm driving other people, I'll start thinking about stuff and not talk to the person in the car.
In conclusion, I think silence is golden, but sorry to all the talkers who find me incredibly awkward.
March 17, 2011
Fear
Despite the potentially philosophical title, today's entry is actually about St. Patrick's Day.
I don't have anything green to wear. I own lots of turquoise, teal, and even chartreuse, but these not-quite-green colors may still warrant pinches among those green-snobs that only consider true greens (kelly, lime, forrest) to count.
I am afraid of St. Patrick's Day. People are mean (and at my age, probably a little drunk). When I was younger, I used to purposely not wear green, because I thought that being Jewish made me exempt from getting pinched. My classmates disagreed, and every year I would come home from school with red pinch marks all over me.
Also, when foods that are not typically green are one day green, it usually implies that they are no longer good to eat. I almost threw up at my 4th grade St. Patrick's Day party when the room-moms served us green milk. I like my milk white. Actually, I'm lactose intolerant, so I don't like milk at all.
So here's to another year of getting pinched and eating moldy-looking food.
I don't have anything green to wear. I own lots of turquoise, teal, and even chartreuse, but these not-quite-green colors may still warrant pinches among those green-snobs that only consider true greens (kelly, lime, forrest) to count.
I am afraid of St. Patrick's Day. People are mean (and at my age, probably a little drunk). When I was younger, I used to purposely not wear green, because I thought that being Jewish made me exempt from getting pinched. My classmates disagreed, and every year I would come home from school with red pinch marks all over me.
Also, when foods that are not typically green are one day green, it usually implies that they are no longer good to eat. I almost threw up at my 4th grade St. Patrick's Day party when the room-moms served us green milk. I like my milk white. Actually, I'm lactose intolerant, so I don't like milk at all.
So here's to another year of getting pinched and eating moldy-looking food.
"I hate my job"
March 15, 2011
My Inner Inventor
Sometimes, I come up with strange ideas of things that I would invent if I were skilled enough to invent things (or had the money to hire people who did).
A debit card with a dot that changed color depending on your account balance, or cars with magnets that repelled against other cars (no more accidents?)
I thought of another invention yesterday: technology emotion sensors. When I receive an email or text, my phone makes the same sound no matter the content of the message. My text sound happens to be very happy-sounding chime, so it always throws me off a bit when the happy chime chimes and the text is bad/sad news. With technology emotion sensors, the sound would adjust according to the content of the message. If the text said "Grandpa died" the corresponding sound would be somber vs. if they text read, "just won the lottery!!!!!!!!!!!"--happy sound. Of course, this invention would involve an invasion of privacy to some extent because the emotion-sensing computer/robot would have to scan the message for content. Overall, I think it would be helpful. One day if I have money I will hire a fresh-out-of-school techie to invent it for me.
Mr. Robot: in ur fone, readin ur textz
A debit card with a dot that changed color depending on your account balance, or cars with magnets that repelled against other cars (no more accidents?)
I thought of another invention yesterday: technology emotion sensors. When I receive an email or text, my phone makes the same sound no matter the content of the message. My text sound happens to be very happy-sounding chime, so it always throws me off a bit when the happy chime chimes and the text is bad/sad news. With technology emotion sensors, the sound would adjust according to the content of the message. If the text said "Grandpa died" the corresponding sound would be somber vs. if they text read, "just won the lottery!!!!!!!!!!!"--happy sound. Of course, this invention would involve an invasion of privacy to some extent because the emotion-sensing computer/robot would have to scan the message for content. Overall, I think it would be helpful. One day if I have money I will hire a fresh-out-of-school techie to invent it for me.
Mr. Robot: in ur fone, readin ur textz
March 14, 2011
The Affluence Gap
I came home for the day, so this is my first ever post from the computer at my parents' house. While taking a shower (you'll notice that this and my car are my primary sources of inspiration), I thought about a conversation I had with my former/future roommate the other day.
I might whine alot on this blog, but never about money. I can be frugal with what I earn myself, but I know that if times get rough my parents will help out. They paid for my education (thanks!), they pay my rent, they bought my car.
And now you're probably wondering how I could possibly skew this situation into a complaint...
It's not a complaint, exactly, but roommate and I came to the realization that we've never seen our parents struggle over money, and therefore are that much more freaked out to enter our just-out-of-college-no-money phase. Neither of my parents grew up with money, and probably did their fair deal of struggling when they were my age, but by the time I was born/aware of my surroundings, they were out of that phase. My question is, are children who have witnessed their parents struggle with money any less worried?
It's a daunting idea that we all start out at the bottom and work our way up in the world, but if we all started at the top we'd have nothing to strive for. I guess it just takes time, pacience, and...frugality?
I might whine alot on this blog, but never about money. I can be frugal with what I earn myself, but I know that if times get rough my parents will help out. They paid for my education (thanks!), they pay my rent, they bought my car.
And now you're probably wondering how I could possibly skew this situation into a complaint...
It's not a complaint, exactly, but roommate and I came to the realization that we've never seen our parents struggle over money, and therefore are that much more freaked out to enter our just-out-of-college-no-money phase. Neither of my parents grew up with money, and probably did their fair deal of struggling when they were my age, but by the time I was born/aware of my surroundings, they were out of that phase. My question is, are children who have witnessed their parents struggle with money any less worried?
It's a daunting idea that we all start out at the bottom and work our way up in the world, but if we all started at the top we'd have nothing to strive for. I guess it just takes time, pacience, and...frugality?
March 12, 2011
So here's why I'm creepy...
I just stumbled upon the Facebook profiles of a pleasant looking group of travel-loving Swedish friends. Now I am looking at their lovely Swedish photos and basking in their idyllic Swedish lives.
A) I feel creepy right now
B) Despite A, these creeper feeling aren't compelling me to stop just yet
C) I hope in that in my next life I am Swedish.
A) I feel creepy right now
B) Despite A, these creeper feeling aren't compelling me to stop just yet
C) I hope in that in my next life I am Swedish.
Manning Up
Tonight, instead of venturing into the outside world/expending energy, my roommate and I watched The Graduate. I first watched this movie about a year ago, but wasn't thinking about it within the context of my life. I can safely report that I found very few similarities between myself and Dustin Hoffman's character (and I don't just mean that I am female and he isn't...I don't think cougarism works when genders flop).
Afterward, as roommate and I were cleaning up brownie remnants (no movie night is complete without some form of dessert), she asked me "if our house were a family, what roles would everybody have?" Never thought about that before. There are 5 of us, so 2 parents and 3 kids. I was able to place one (a very obvious youngest child), but none of the rest. She told me that I am the dad of the family (the second manly reference of this post). A little confusing at first, but her explanation is that I work hard and don't get involved (is this good [stay out of the drama] or not good [distant]?).
I faxed in my signed offer letter to future job this morning, so I won't be spending the summer drifting on a pool float and having no plans a-la Dustin Hoffman.
-----"Ben, what are you doing?"
"Well, I would say that I'm just drifting. Here in the pool."
-----"Why?"
"Well, it's very comfortable just to drift here."
Afterward, as roommate and I were cleaning up brownie remnants (no movie night is complete without some form of dessert), she asked me "if our house were a family, what roles would everybody have?" Never thought about that before. There are 5 of us, so 2 parents and 3 kids. I was able to place one (a very obvious youngest child), but none of the rest. She told me that I am the dad of the family (the second manly reference of this post). A little confusing at first, but her explanation is that I work hard and don't get involved (is this good [stay out of the drama] or not good [distant]?).
I faxed in my signed offer letter to future job this morning, so I won't be spending the summer drifting on a pool float and having no plans a-la Dustin Hoffman.
"Well, I would say that I'm just drifting. Here in the pool."
-----"Why?"
"Well, it's very comfortable just to drift here."
March 11, 2011
Senioritis
As requested, I'm blogging about my senioritis. I woke up this morning and didn't really give a shit. I sat through 2 classes (my other two were canceled today, luckily, or my brain may have exploded) physically, but not mentally. I don't want to have senioritis, because I'd like to think that I'm intrinsically motivated to work hard regardless of the situation (I may be a senior in college, but I'm a pre-schooler in "real life").
Maybe this is temporary. It's been a really long week (actually 2 weeks)--I spent the whole weekend prepping the kids I tutor for their midterm/studying for my own midterms...so Monday felt like the continuation of the previous week rather than a new one. I spent 6 hours putting together a study guide and creating practice problems, then 6 more hours actually tutoring. The day after the test, some girl emailed me to say that she didn't event attempt to answer the problem that was 40% of the total test, and that my study session wasn't effective because there were too many people there.
A) Sorry, but I'm not going to limit the size of the session. It's open to anyone who wants it
B) Never leave a test answer completely blank. Write something
C) I'm a tutor, not a miracle worker
Earlier this afternoon, I went out for coffee with the woman in charge of job placement to catch up. She said I can come across as 'unaffected and serious' (i.e. intimidating. I hear that all too often), and maybe that's why I had a harder time getting hired. Shitty. I can't help it that God graced me with this unfriendly-looking bone structure. And maybe I am a little more reserved around people I don't know well, but I wouldn't consider myself a mean person.
At least it's the weekend. Tomorrow I am going on a hike.
Maybe this is temporary. It's been a really long week (actually 2 weeks)--I spent the whole weekend prepping the kids I tutor for their midterm/studying for my own midterms...so Monday felt like the continuation of the previous week rather than a new one. I spent 6 hours putting together a study guide and creating practice problems, then 6 more hours actually tutoring. The day after the test, some girl emailed me to say that she didn't event attempt to answer the problem that was 40% of the total test, and that my study session wasn't effective because there were too many people there.
A) Sorry, but I'm not going to limit the size of the session. It's open to anyone who wants it
B) Never leave a test answer completely blank. Write something
C) I'm a tutor, not a miracle worker
Earlier this afternoon, I went out for coffee with the woman in charge of job placement to catch up. She said I can come across as 'unaffected and serious' (i.e. intimidating. I hear that all too often), and maybe that's why I had a harder time getting hired. Shitty. I can't help it that God graced me with this unfriendly-looking bone structure. And maybe I am a little more reserved around people I don't know well, but I wouldn't consider myself a mean person.
At least it's the weekend. Tomorrow I am going on a hike.
March 6, 2011
March 5, 2011
Let me get this off my chest so I can finally move on.
Dear Ex-Lover,
I've grown up with the phrase 'If something seems too good to be true, it probably is' pounded into my psyche.
Unfortunately, you were no exception.
After a great deal of consideration, I've assembled a list of reasons why this is true:
1. You were too attractive
2. Your taste in music was too good
3. You were too passionate about your work
4. In fact, you were too passionate about everything you did
5. We had too much in common
6. You were too cultured, adventurous, and intelligent
7. Oh, and you broke my heart you stupid motherfucker
I hope you are happy and all is well.
Sincerely,
Me
I've grown up with the phrase 'If something seems too good to be true, it probably is' pounded into my psyche.
Unfortunately, you were no exception.
After a great deal of consideration, I've assembled a list of reasons why this is true:
1. You were too attractive
2. Your taste in music was too good
3. You were too passionate about your work
4. In fact, you were too passionate about everything you did
5. We had too much in common
6. You were too cultured, adventurous, and intelligent
7. Oh, and you broke my heart you stupid motherfucker
I hope you are happy and all is well.
Sincerely,
Me
March 4, 2011
March 3, 2011
February 26, 2011
Unbelievable.
Just got word that one of my good friends was cheated on.
The other girl was her "best friend." Needless to say, that friendship is probably over.
It takes two to cheat. Obviously, the person in a relationship should have enough of a conscience not to cheat, but the other person sometimes doesn't know their treading on private property.
Not so in this case. She knew, and she did it anyway. People, what are you doing? These are the stories that make me not want to trust anyone. Unbelievable.
The other girl was her "best friend." Needless to say, that friendship is probably over.
It takes two to cheat. Obviously, the person in a relationship should have enough of a conscience not to cheat, but the other person sometimes doesn't know their treading on private property.
Not so in this case. She knew, and she did it anyway. People, what are you doing? These are the stories that make me not want to trust anyone. Unbelievable.
February 25, 2011
Dear Ladies. Everywhere.
Dear Ladies,
Being on or near your period does not give you permission to act like a psycho.
Same goes for when you're drunk (men, you too on this one).
It may be the cause for your behavior, but it's not an excuse.
Sincerely,
A girl who lives with too many other girls...
Being on or near your period does not give you permission to act like a psycho.
Same goes for when you're drunk (men, you too on this one).
It may be the cause for your behavior, but it's not an excuse.
Sincerely,
A girl who lives with too many other girls...
February 18, 2011
New Paradigm
As you might have noticed, I'm into dream analysis.
Today's blurb is not related to dream content, but an interesting phenomenon I experienced this afternoon. I didn't get much sleep last night (Thursday nights are the college senior's mecca), so I was pretty tired. I laid down on the couch, and drifted into one of those states of sleep where you aren't completely asleep.
--I was really tired, and I was trying to focus on what I was doing, but I kept falling in and out of sleep. The lights were dim, and everything was kind of hazy. He kept telling me not to fall asleep, and when I did, I opened my eyes and was laying on the couch.--
I dubbed it a yin-yang dream. Falling asleep in my dream allowed me to wake up in real life. Kind of sucks because it was a nice dream.
In other news, I have a job! For real, in the real world with real people. The only down side is that my summer break will be 15 days long, but whatevs. Until then, my goal is to learn how to enjoy life (I've been living at near breaking-point for a good couple of months now).
Coincidentally, in one my my classes we are studying our culture's tendency to overwork ourselves. The professor told the class, much to my relief, that it is impossible to give 100% in everything we do. Some things matter less. It's a fact.
Today's blurb is not related to dream content, but an interesting phenomenon I experienced this afternoon. I didn't get much sleep last night (Thursday nights are the college senior's mecca), so I was pretty tired. I laid down on the couch, and drifted into one of those states of sleep where you aren't completely asleep.
--I was really tired, and I was trying to focus on what I was doing, but I kept falling in and out of sleep. The lights were dim, and everything was kind of hazy. He kept telling me not to fall asleep, and when I did, I opened my eyes and was laying on the couch.--
I dubbed it a yin-yang dream. Falling asleep in my dream allowed me to wake up in real life. Kind of sucks because it was a nice dream.
In other news, I have a job! For real, in the real world with real people. The only down side is that my summer break will be 15 days long, but whatevs. Until then, my goal is to learn how to enjoy life (I've been living at near breaking-point for a good couple of months now).
Coincidentally, in one my my classes we are studying our culture's tendency to overwork ourselves. The professor told the class, much to my relief, that it is impossible to give 100% in everything we do. Some things matter less. It's a fact.
February 14, 2011
V-Day Part 2: The Cereal Theorem
Thanks to a dash of inspiration while driving, there will be TWO entries today.
When looking for a significant other, do looks matter? Some would argue yes, others sometimes, and some not at all (sorry, but you're a liar). Here's what I think...
Imagine you are standing in the cereal isle, having made the conscious decision that you want to try something new. How do you do it? You look for an aesthetically pleasing box with a picture of a tasty-looking cereal, accompanied by a description of a product that meets your needs. You look at the nutritional information--is it good for you? If it meets all your initial criteria, you buy it.
Once at home with your new purchase, it's time to try it. Is it good? If so, is it good enough to keep buying, or would you rather try something else once the box runs out?
That's my Cereal Theorem. The outside only matters until you know what's inside. At that point, the inside speaks for itself.
When looking for a significant other, do looks matter? Some would argue yes, others sometimes, and some not at all (sorry, but you're a liar). Here's what I think...
Imagine you are standing in the cereal isle, having made the conscious decision that you want to try something new. How do you do it? You look for an aesthetically pleasing box with a picture of a tasty-looking cereal, accompanied by a description of a product that meets your needs. You look at the nutritional information--is it good for you? If it meets all your initial criteria, you buy it.
Once at home with your new purchase, it's time to try it. Is it good? If so, is it good enough to keep buying, or would you rather try something else once the box runs out?
That's my Cereal Theorem. The outside only matters until you know what's inside. At that point, the inside speaks for itself.
Happy Valentine's Day
I know, I'm supposed to be bitter, but I've always viewed Valentine's Day as a celebration of love in general (and an excuse to eat chocolate)--not just the romantic kind. I can't pretend to blame my current unhappiness on being single. I wish that was my biggest problem
Three sets of flowers were delivered to my house today. One of my more sensitive housemates was annoyed by all the flowers, so I made her a paper flower out of post-it notes (I suspect that one of the unmarked bouquets might be for her. It's definitely not for me).
Just got back from dinner with my friends. I love my friends (not like THAT, but still), so why not celebrate today with them?
Three sets of flowers were delivered to my house today. One of my more sensitive housemates was annoyed by all the flowers, so I made her a paper flower out of post-it notes (I suspect that one of the unmarked bouquets might be for her. It's definitely not for me).
Just got back from dinner with my friends. I love my friends (not like THAT, but still), so why not celebrate today with them?
February 10, 2011
January 30, 2011
The Birdcage
Yesterday, as I was driving up to LA (third time this week), listening to oldies on the radio and letting my mind wander, I thought of another bloggable topic: how people display their emotions.
The idea was partially inspired by a friend who's had a particularly rough week. As my house-mates and I wondered how to console her, we realized that she often freaks out about little things, but we weren't sure how she reacted to 'big stuff'. I find that this particular friend and I are pretty similar, so I had a feeling her reaction would be much quieter than my house-mates expected. Sure enough, when I saw her the next day, she said that she went off by herself, curled up in a ball, and did her thing.
Back to my LA car ride--that's when I thought of an interesting analogy for the two types of emotional displays: those who wear their emotions on their sleeves, and those who...don't.
Emotions are birds. Some let their birds fly free, while others prefer to keep them in a cage so they can keep an eye on them. Initially, it seems like it is preferable to keep the birds caged. However, the problem with keeping the birds caged up is that on the rare occasion they do get out, they scatter with the breeze and it takes absolutely forever to locate them all and get them back in the cage. This is likely because these birds are more deprived for freedom than the birds that are free all the time. Once you do find the birds and put them all back (or as many as you can find), there is a feeling of unrest within the cage because the birds know what it feels like to fly free and want to return to their natural state.
So is it best to never let the birds out in the first place? Sometimes, we don't have a choice, but also it's a personal preference. It might be easier to keep them caged, but then again, birds have wings for a reason.
Photo credit: me. April 2010
The idea was partially inspired by a friend who's had a particularly rough week. As my house-mates and I wondered how to console her, we realized that she often freaks out about little things, but we weren't sure how she reacted to 'big stuff'. I find that this particular friend and I are pretty similar, so I had a feeling her reaction would be much quieter than my house-mates expected. Sure enough, when I saw her the next day, she said that she went off by herself, curled up in a ball, and did her thing.
Back to my LA car ride--that's when I thought of an interesting analogy for the two types of emotional displays: those who wear their emotions on their sleeves, and those who...don't.
Emotions are birds. Some let their birds fly free, while others prefer to keep them in a cage so they can keep an eye on them. Initially, it seems like it is preferable to keep the birds caged. However, the problem with keeping the birds caged up is that on the rare occasion they do get out, they scatter with the breeze and it takes absolutely forever to locate them all and get them back in the cage. This is likely because these birds are more deprived for freedom than the birds that are free all the time. Once you do find the birds and put them all back (or as many as you can find), there is a feeling of unrest within the cage because the birds know what it feels like to fly free and want to return to their natural state.
So is it best to never let the birds out in the first place? Sometimes, we don't have a choice, but also it's a personal preference. It might be easier to keep them caged, but then again, birds have wings for a reason.
Photo credit: me. April 2010January 23, 2011
January 20, 2011
The L Word
Since Valentine's Day is approaching (actually, it's not, but step into a mall or grocery store and you'll be convinced otherwise), I thought I'd do an entry on love.
First of all, love is a broad, vague term. It can be used between couples, from parents to children, between drunk girls at parties, and to refer to food (and other material things).
More specifically, I want to talk about the distinction between loving and being in love. I was talking to a girl in my class today, and she mentioned that she loved her boyfriend before she was in love with him. This got me thinking, what's the difference?
Being in love is active state of being. I think it refers to love between couples. It requires work, and it is constantly reassessed (do we still love each other/want to stay together?). Being in love encompasses loving, so when you are in love with somebody, you love them (duh).
Loving is more passive. You may love somebody because their relationship to you. For example, you love your family, but you certainly wouldn't tell people you were in love with them unless you are weird. You may also love somebody you respect or admire. You may also sometimes love somebody you used to be in love with. Since being in love requires active work, you can't be in love with someone you aren't in a relationship with. However, unless there was a nasty falling out, chances are you still harbor many happy memories and respect the person as a human being.
First of all, love is a broad, vague term. It can be used between couples, from parents to children, between drunk girls at parties, and to refer to food (and other material things).
More specifically, I want to talk about the distinction between loving and being in love. I was talking to a girl in my class today, and she mentioned that she loved her boyfriend before she was in love with him. This got me thinking, what's the difference?
Being in love is active state of being. I think it refers to love between couples. It requires work, and it is constantly reassessed (do we still love each other/want to stay together?). Being in love encompasses loving, so when you are in love with somebody, you love them (duh).
Loving is more passive. You may love somebody because their relationship to you. For example, you love your family, but you certainly wouldn't tell people you were in love with them unless you are weird. You may also love somebody you respect or admire. You may also sometimes love somebody you used to be in love with. Since being in love requires active work, you can't be in love with someone you aren't in a relationship with. However, unless there was a nasty falling out, chances are you still harbor many happy memories and respect the person as a human being.
January 3, 2011
Back to School Assessment
Interterm started this today (my second-to-last semester of college!). The day was fairly uneventful until my roommate told me that she and her boyfriend had broken up (not going to lie--I wasn't expecting it. They've been together, like, forever). To help her grieve, we sat down together and discussed some of the reasons relationships suck at our age.
1. As seniors in college, we are all asking ourselves 'Who am I, and what the hell do I want out of life?' It's difficult to incorporate another person into this vision because frankly, we have no idea what the vision is.
2. When we are young, we think that people who like each other are in relationships, and people who don't aren't. Once you begin to think about leaving the cocoon of school, you realize that it usually involves relocation to some extent. Logistically, maintaining a relationship isn't easy. It can be a weird concept to fathom: people who like each other sometimes can't be together.
3. Couples that do stay together/get married immediately after college have to make a lot of sacrifices. People with big goals may feel trapped/unfulfilled knowing that they gave it all up to maintain a relationship. Or not. It depends.
4. Bonus: If you wait until a few years after college, you have a greater chance of meeting someone who already has their shit together (as do you), so you never have to go through the existential/quarter life crisis phase.
For now, I advised her to stay distracted, not listen to music, not be alone, no hookups (ALWAYS backfire), and not force herself back into the dating scene (she's still in the 'can't look at guys' phase).
1. As seniors in college, we are all asking ourselves 'Who am I, and what the hell do I want out of life?' It's difficult to incorporate another person into this vision because frankly, we have no idea what the vision is.
2. When we are young, we think that people who like each other are in relationships, and people who don't aren't. Once you begin to think about leaving the cocoon of school, you realize that it usually involves relocation to some extent. Logistically, maintaining a relationship isn't easy. It can be a weird concept to fathom: people who like each other sometimes can't be together.
3. Couples that do stay together/get married immediately after college have to make a lot of sacrifices. People with big goals may feel trapped/unfulfilled knowing that they gave it all up to maintain a relationship. Or not. It depends.
4. Bonus: If you wait until a few years after college, you have a greater chance of meeting someone who already has their shit together (as do you), so you never have to go through the existential/quarter life crisis phase.
For now, I advised her to stay distracted, not listen to music, not be alone, no hookups (ALWAYS backfire), and not force herself back into the dating scene (she's still in the 'can't look at guys' phase).
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