we adopt our habits depending on who we are associating with. I find myself constantly adopting my speech intonations, tone, etc. depending on who I am talking to. Sometimes I don't even realize it at first. For example, last night I encountered a camoflagued guy listening to country music while me and Sarah were riding back from the party. He also drove a truck. So not to stereotype or anything, but I just started talking to him in a much more Southern accent. Then of course there's tone. Think about it today as you talk to different people. I don't know... maybe it's just me, but it does adapt at least some. I am much more soft spoken with people who are more laid back. It really is interesting. I think. OK, that's my deep thought for the day. haha.
Friday, March 18, 2005
St. Patrick's day, fool.
So many interesting things happened today.
1. I wore my uniform from high school. (green pleated skirt, arguile socks, white shirt, etc.) it was pretty sweet. I had been looking for an excuse to pull out the skirt for a while. I only got some slightly weird looks, some smiles, etc.
2. I bought one of those fountain pen things that you see them writing with back in the day and some brown ink to go with it. (I thought brown was nicer and more special than black.) My fingers are now brown from trying to get it right.
3. I went to a college frat party.
No, it's true.
How crazy is that? Yeah, it was theta chi. Themed for St. Patrick's Day of course. Sarah Tullis accompanied me for which I was greatful. I don't know. I felt so guilty as I walked up those beer and mud covered stairs on the way in. No, of course I didn't drink anything, but just being there made me feel like I was doing something wrong. I wasn't sure if I wanted to see people I knew or if it would be best not to. I did see one girl from one of my classes, so I went over and danced a bit. I've discovered that when pretty much everyone is drunk it doesn't matter if you can't really dance, so it's fun. I did sort of a jig--the skirt made it easier. You know, I just made it up, but people were so drunk that they thought it was awesome. Then a girl that went to my high school came up to me and started freaking out because I had on the uniform. That was amusing. So yeah, college party... check! sweet at least I've got that one out of the way.
So yeah, I can see where it'd be some fun if more people were dancing and I actually got to meet some people.
1. I wore my uniform from high school. (green pleated skirt, arguile socks, white shirt, etc.) it was pretty sweet. I had been looking for an excuse to pull out the skirt for a while. I only got some slightly weird looks, some smiles, etc.
2. I bought one of those fountain pen things that you see them writing with back in the day and some brown ink to go with it. (I thought brown was nicer and more special than black.) My fingers are now brown from trying to get it right.
3. I went to a college frat party.
No, it's true.
How crazy is that? Yeah, it was theta chi. Themed for St. Patrick's Day of course. Sarah Tullis accompanied me for which I was greatful. I don't know. I felt so guilty as I walked up those beer and mud covered stairs on the way in. No, of course I didn't drink anything, but just being there made me feel like I was doing something wrong. I wasn't sure if I wanted to see people I knew or if it would be best not to. I did see one girl from one of my classes, so I went over and danced a bit. I've discovered that when pretty much everyone is drunk it doesn't matter if you can't really dance, so it's fun. I did sort of a jig--the skirt made it easier. You know, I just made it up, but people were so drunk that they thought it was awesome. Then a girl that went to my high school came up to me and started freaking out because I had on the uniform. That was amusing. So yeah, college party... check! sweet at least I've got that one out of the way.
So yeah, I can see where it'd be some fun if more people were dancing and I actually got to meet some people.
Monday, March 14, 2005
tra la la...
I feel oddly calm and at peace. This is a good thing, and it sort of surprised me to be honest. (which makes it even better.) I don't know. I'm just in a really chill, lackidaisical mood if you will. Back at school. made it in 4 hours and 6 minutes. Weather was gorgeous today. Sat outside for a while. went grocery shopping. The sky was absolutely amazing tonight. oh my gosh. it really was. For some reason I just couldn't get over it.
I'll try to paint a picture for you... the sky--darkening, but still various shades of blue and purple. the clouds--illuminated in the gorgeous sky. and all this through the naked limbs of the trees in the midst of a gentle and refreshing rain so light you can barely even detect it.
so yeah... less than two months, then school is done for a while. This is also a strange feeling. what the heck? how can I almost be done with my freshman year in college?! It just boggles my mind. yep, so there you go.
I'll try to paint a picture for you... the sky--darkening, but still various shades of blue and purple. the clouds--illuminated in the gorgeous sky. and all this through the naked limbs of the trees in the midst of a gentle and refreshing rain so light you can barely even detect it.
so yeah... less than two months, then school is done for a while. This is also a strange feeling. what the heck? how can I almost be done with my freshman year in college?! It just boggles my mind. yep, so there you go.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
the magic of library books
So I got to thinking yesterday while attempting to read a library book. This happens all the time. As soon as I go to read something or occasionally when I go to fall asleep I just have all of these random thoughts.
So yeah, I started thinking yesterday... man, there is something that is just really cool about library books. I mean sure, it'd be nice to own the book because library books can be gross or smell like smoke or have mysterious stains on them, but in a way it's cool. I have probably lost you by now, so I'll explain myself. Maybe I think this way b/c my mom is a librarian, maybe I am just a Romantic, or maybe I just don't have enough money to buy books often, but think about it: chances are many others have read the book before you. The book in a way ties you together with these other people. Sure the stains may be gross, but it sort of makes you remember that other people have read the book. Then I sort of took it to the extreme and though something like well what if my soul mate (we will not get into the topic of soul mates now) either already read this book or will read it in the future? I mean how cool is that? I hold in my hands sort of a portal to other people and their lives. Then I start thinking about these lives of the other people. ok, so then of course I took it even farther. This relates back to the idea of the soul mate reading the same book. It'd be interesting to see what would happen if I left a slip of paper with my phone number on it in the book. You know? I mean what would happen? Aren't you curious now? It'd be interesting to say the least. I will not tell you which book I am going to leave my phone number in... only that I plan on leaving it in one of the books in the WF library. (I figure there's at least less of a chance that someone old will stumble across it.) and I know what you're thinking... even if it's a girl, maybe we can come to be good friends. Hey, it could happen alright?
Yeah, so this is a sample of what goes on in my head. I get off on all these tangents. Maybe that's why it takes me forever to read everything unless I'm super into it. My mind just waunders, and I am always asking those what if questions.
So yeah, I started thinking yesterday... man, there is something that is just really cool about library books. I mean sure, it'd be nice to own the book because library books can be gross or smell like smoke or have mysterious stains on them, but in a way it's cool. I have probably lost you by now, so I'll explain myself. Maybe I think this way b/c my mom is a librarian, maybe I am just a Romantic, or maybe I just don't have enough money to buy books often, but think about it: chances are many others have read the book before you. The book in a way ties you together with these other people. Sure the stains may be gross, but it sort of makes you remember that other people have read the book. Then I sort of took it to the extreme and though something like well what if my soul mate (we will not get into the topic of soul mates now) either already read this book or will read it in the future? I mean how cool is that? I hold in my hands sort of a portal to other people and their lives. Then I start thinking about these lives of the other people. ok, so then of course I took it even farther. This relates back to the idea of the soul mate reading the same book. It'd be interesting to see what would happen if I left a slip of paper with my phone number on it in the book. You know? I mean what would happen? Aren't you curious now? It'd be interesting to say the least. I will not tell you which book I am going to leave my phone number in... only that I plan on leaving it in one of the books in the WF library. (I figure there's at least less of a chance that someone old will stumble across it.) and I know what you're thinking... even if it's a girl, maybe we can come to be good friends. Hey, it could happen alright?
Yeah, so this is a sample of what goes on in my head. I get off on all these tangents. Maybe that's why it takes me forever to read everything unless I'm super into it. My mind just waunders, and I am always asking those what if questions.
I hate it when...
[in no particular order]
1. every salad comes with some sort of meat product on top
2. I find a bone in my cheese quesadilla
3. I have nothing to do, and so much time to kill
4. I have everything to do, and no time
5. I overanalyze everything, and the results depress me
6. the wind blows up my skirt
7. you can see the price sticker for the thing you want, but it's out
8. people say they're going to call you, but they don't
9. I don't know what the deal is
10. I can't sleep at night b/c I watched a horror movie
11. I feel sorry for myself
12. I'm so indecisive
13. my lack of a social life depresses my mom
14. the maple syrup containers are all sticky
15. I see roadkill
16. I have to walk back from satellite alone in the cold
17. I feel like I have no control
18. the fruit flies appear out of nowhere
19. I get fined for having a "dirty refridgerator"
20. all I get is junk email
21. there's nothing good on the radio, and I forgot my CD's
22. I write these depressing blogs
1. every salad comes with some sort of meat product on top
2. I find a bone in my cheese quesadilla
3. I have nothing to do, and so much time to kill
4. I have everything to do, and no time
5. I overanalyze everything, and the results depress me
6. the wind blows up my skirt
7. you can see the price sticker for the thing you want, but it's out
8. people say they're going to call you, but they don't
9. I don't know what the deal is
10. I can't sleep at night b/c I watched a horror movie
11. I feel sorry for myself
12. I'm so indecisive
13. my lack of a social life depresses my mom
14. the maple syrup containers are all sticky
15. I see roadkill
16. I have to walk back from satellite alone in the cold
17. I feel like I have no control
18. the fruit flies appear out of nowhere
19. I get fined for having a "dirty refridgerator"
20. all I get is junk email
21. there's nothing good on the radio, and I forgot my CD's
22. I write these depressing blogs
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