Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Listography

New challenge. Fill my three moleskins by the end of the summer with all my lists.
I am an avid list maker, it runs in my family. It helps me focus and organize thoughts and bullet point errands and check off my chores.

Everyone should try listography. You find out a lot about yourself, especially the similarities between  what your different senses like and dislike. For example: favorite things to touch compared to favorite things to smell (there's even listography books at B&N). Google listography ideas too.  Maybe you will find making lists to be as thrilling yet soothing as I do. Remember, the lists can be of anything!

My favorite moleskins are the tan graph paper mini books. For a pack of three it's $9.00 for paper heaven (the paper is thicker then average paper so my Cross pen ink doesn't bleed through, cha ching).


Today's current to do list:  p.s. thanks Macbook for making all of my pictures backwards. jerk
























Note to self: Figure out a name for new computer.


Playlist: ( In the spirit of Dispatch)

Cover This- Dispatch
Prince of Spades- Dispatch
Four Day Trial- Dispatch
Headlights- Dispatch
Past the Falls- Dispatch
Bang Bang- Dispatch
Lightning- Dispatch
Time Served- Dispatch
Mayday- Dispatch


I request they play those songs in that order.

Oh and here's one of my favorite Calvin and Hobbes cartoons ( I have two of the comic books haha)
Click on the cartoon if you can't read it.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

iFIGHT

I was stumbling and came across this page full of writing topics, so I am taking the liberty of utilizing it in my blog. Thanks, whoever you are... you helped me.

  • http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2O7DqF/www.writing.upenn.edu/library/Mayer-Bernadette_Experiments.html

Note to readers: I doing a really awesome pen pal exchange with Kristen Blackwell. We are sending each other mixed cds over the summer to keep each other sane and sound.

Fact: Throughout high school I was picked on because I never had the perfect hair, the new expensive designer clothes, the mercedes, or the huge mansion. I wasn't the prettiest or the girliest. I wasn't prom queen. I wasn't on the arm of the most popular guy in school. I never ate sushi with the cool kids at school, or ordered in lunch to show off. I lunch boxed it every day. I listened to grunge and metal every morning on my way to school and parked in the back of the parking lot to avoid confrontation. I would sometimes change out of my band t shirts (that I slept in the night prior) in the car because I cared too much about my sleep to wake up early enough to look presentable at school ( we had a dress code that consisted of collard shirts and khakis). I kept short punk hair so I never had to do it in the mornings. I joined cheerleading and every other club to find solace and refuge, but quickly learned they were never waiting in any club or behind some door for me. I was a loser who escaped the world with music, art, and a macbook. I sought out comfort in other kids like me in art programs and through mutual friends. I found comfort amongst misfits and outcasts who felt kicked to the wayside. It did not take long for me in school to realize I had very few friends who I liked to surround myself with because no one was ever on my level intellectually ( that is not to say I was so brilliant that no one was my equal... but rather no one experienced and processed life on the same wavelength as me). I took first period and the period after lunch as my free periods and sat in the art room. I wasn't the best artist, but I was good enough to shine in some part of the collective school day. I ran my heart out on the field everyday I had lacrosse practice. I dreamt I was alone on the field and no one was harassing me. I dreamt I was quickly roaming and looking for an exit strategy. Until senior year ended, I thought that if I just kept my nose down, and my feet firmly planted, I would escape my life and be carried with the wind. I would be blown to my next destination, without any questions asked. Everything changed for me in college. The ugly duckling turned into a swan by making a positive reputation for herself, by growing into her own skin, by learning that girls who 'have to' live up to strict expectations envy her free willed nature, and lastly learning that the words 'yes' and 'doormat' go hand in hand.

The truth is, after all the soul searching I have done, all the amazing places I have been, all the partying I adhere to, all the friends I have made a long the way, and all the intimacy I have experienced with friends and loves....  nothing has changed. I am still this 5'3 redheaded, glasses wearing, double bass loving, mouthy kid who dreams of bigger plans and possibilities each day than herself is tall. A girl who believes there are people out there who love as big and as much as she does every day. I fight severe anxiety every day without medication, and I complain all the time about how hard things are and how much my life sucks at the moment. But who the hell am I to get down on myself about not being enough or worthy or most importantly, lucky. 

Tonight's blog is dedicated to my friend. I owe it to myself and to you to make a list of the top ten positives in my life, because I have so much going for me yet I sulk and still think like my sixteen year old self.

* each starts with: ' I am lucky to'

1. I am lucky to have my health and a functioning brain.
2. I am lucky to have a roof over my head and food to eat ( clothing too).
3. I am lucky to have an education that will help provide for me in the long run.
4. I am lucky to have a family who supports myself and my decisions.
5. I am lucky to have friends, both new and old and both near and far.
6. I am lucky to be able to hear, because without my hearing I wouldn't know what 'I love you', or the sound of rain, or the sound of instruments, heartbeats, and breathing sounds like.
7. I am lucky to have a wild imagination. It takes me any and everywhere.
8. I am lucky to have you.
9. I am lucky to be pretty and have curves.
10. I am lucky to be unique with quirks and imperfections, because being perfect and pristine is too hard of a job to keep up with.

Never stop being yourself. You only have what is truly yours, so make the most of what you have.

Playlist:
Better off this Way- A Day to Remember
All I Want- A Day to Remember

Monday, May 23, 2011

For You, Troubled Mind.

I have been so busy with school ending and getting my new apartment organized that my life, once more, has been put on hold. I don't know whether or not I am lazy or just not driven (and I hope its just an awful phase in my life), but I seem to want to do all these things on my list but in actuality I never find the time to do them all. Forced remedy: it is summer time, and I have so much more free time to do all the things that I want to do but would not ordinarily make time for.

So lately the things I have accomplished:
went to a wine tasting at the Biltmore Estate
learned/ am still learning origami
learned how to play dominoes
learned how to play spades (even though it is not on my list)
completed a drawing, and I am in the process of another while I am at home
Phillies vs. Braves game--- jumbotrannnnnn
Read a book, and onto the next. I am not sure what I will pick; maybe all of my Halvin and Hobbes comics?

    I started my trip home on Tuesday, leaving Macon for Johnson City, TN to stay with Alex. Its one of those trips that unknowingly nails you back down to reality. I knew I missed him a lot, but it was one of those times where you don't actually realize how much you love and miss someone until you see them for the first time in a year or so. In my opinion, some of the best friendships are ones where you may not talk to the person habitually, but when you finally do talk or see them, its like no time has passed by and a genuine interest in each other stays consistent. Alex and I spent most of our time being around each other. Not always talking, or doing something stimulating, but always syncing, if you will.


    Setting: 2:50am, Monday, June 23rd 2011- Rain echoing through my room. Sleepless in New Jersey.


    Once again, I had an excruciatingly long car trip home to Cherry Hill from TN, 11 hours, filled with rainstorms, absent minded drivers, and one overwhelmingly overloaded mind. Am I the only person my age who worries and over thinks her future? I doubt it, but it doesn't change the fact that I feel this way. I realized I'm not insecure, but rather naturally apprehensive. I let things consume my every thought to the point of self- induced exhaustion. I am hesitant of people coming into my life and taking too much of myself and from myself. I am wary of losing things I have worked so hard to erect or receive. And incessantly, I beat myself up for not being the best automatically at things I know I will be good at with time, and for what? To feel less than my equals? I think we learn our habits and patterns by our surrounding environments early on, and while I lived a privileged lifestyle my entire existence, there were so many lessons that went untaught or missing. As of right now, I have done the most growing and learning in my college career by the people who currently surround me. And as predicted, ultimately there are moments of clarity in my newly scoped life, and they happen when I am home or when I am isolated. I watch my Dad accomplish things that no other person would accomplish if they were in his position, and it metaphorically sucker punches me back into reality, or rather snaps me indisputably into place.Never once does he complain. Never once is he mean or ill tongued. Never once does he say I can't or I won't. He is patient and perseveres always. I think we are so quick to think about ourselves, and what is best for our needs/health that we lose sight of how beautiful a human soul can be. We forget to step back and appreciate everything we are given and who we have in our lives. We forget to treat others well, and remember who our real allies are. I'm no saint, and I try to be kind hearted and unfalteringly loyal, but everyone has their weak moments. I have to remember that we learn from our actions and grow from our imperfections.


    Why are we creatures of habit? Why can those habits be so contagious and unfaltering?...why is it so hard to keep habits that are good for us, while the bad habits stir subconsciously everyday?
    Change is so good for us, yet we fear it the most.


    Playlist: (most mainstream playlist I will probably ever post)
    Kaki King- Joi
    Beck- True Love Will Find You in the End
    Eddie Vedder- Long Road
    Train- Mississippi
    John Mayer- In Your Atmosphere (album: where the light is)
    Jay Nash- Over You
    Trespassers William- Different Stars
    The Be Good Tanyas- Rain and Snow
    Bob Marley- No Woman No Cry
    DMB- Out of My Hands ( Live at Radio City with Tim Reynolds)




                            We are the luckiest of creatures if we experience friendship and companionship.