Sunday, December 4, 2011

Can I Call You "Mary"?

My ears have heard this question numerous times and to each person asking it, I respond with a..... "NO." That is not my name. You can say it, but I won't respond. But really, not answering to this one part of my name is like how I wouldn't answer to the name "Jennifer" or something.

I have many personalities (which makes me sound insane). MOODS. I have many moods. I want to be 5 different types of people at once. That is my reasoning for my two names. According to the rents though, they didn't want to confuse me with my aunt. Whatever, I like my understanding better.

I want to be funny, deep, interesting, engaging. But I feel boring sometimes, but my name is a merge of characteristics. It's two rather unremarkable names fused together. I wish I could be a fusion of many.
 I will make my joint name proud.


They should call college-- "Adaptation". College means an educational institution providing higher education or specialized professional or vocational training. In my and many other students' experience, this is not what college is. College is going to class, sometimes having biased professors, and having to adapt to exactly what they want. I realize that people are human and we can't revolutionize the teaching system to make it fair. However, we should maybe not grades and GPA's too seriously. Sometimes, you don't know how to appease the professor. At times, there is no way to win. But, if they had a bit more understanding when it comes to official grade reports, that would be nice. Which makes me sound like a whiny, privileged kid. Great.

People Kill People

When it comes to the Second Amendment, gun rights, and gun control everyone seems to have a fervent opinion. Usually the argument heard on the left is by those who want a peaceful America and that conservatives who wield guns are in favor of shooting people. And again, the bias on the right is that the government is slowly taking away citizens' American right to own and use a gun and that liberals are living in a fantasy world of no crime. This is a touchy issue because of the multiple campus shootings and muggings and I used to be in favor of gun control. But, by learning all of the disturbing, yet accurate, facts, I have since educated myself with the whole story.

First of all, in a non-violence based argument, guns aid Americans in our most basic need of food. Let's face it, Americans eat meat. And a lot of it. We will not suddenly change and become vegetarians. We need guns to hunt animals for venison. Hunters do not revel in killing animals, it is their livelihood. The hunters aren't soulless people that kill them for sport. They must eat, and to eat, they must hunt.

I doubt any native Americans were ever on trial for their killing of helpless and defenseless bison or buffalo. No, they had to hunt or they would starve. And in today's market of highly processed unidentifiable food, killing animals seems hurtful and mean. The most logical alternative to killing animals is to eat the processed junk that we churn out from factories. But, most of the food we eat from a fast food place is more harmful than if we ate it out of a garbage can.

Most of the information about gun control does not show that the people fighting for this right are those who are properly trained. All we ever see in defense of gun rights are gun toting, cowboy hat-wearing, country bumpkins. But those in favor this right, are often informed, intelligent citizens. If people are worried about those who have conceal and carry weapons, don't worry, these people aren't there to play cop. They are trained for a reason. They won't take the law into their own hands and suddenly go on a shooting spree of anyone they deem a criminal. They take this responsibility seriously and make themselves knowledgeable in terms of gun usage. Gun control would make those who are knowledgeable on the subject of guns yield to the ban, while the maniacs who actually do want to commit murder and violent attacks, would find a way to obtain a weapon illegally.

Because of the select few who choose to mistreat handguns and automatic weapons, people are forced to take action so that no further damage or killing is committed. Think of the campus shootings at Virginia Tech or Columbine. If there had been one person there with a conceal and carry license willing to stop the gunmen, much less devastation would have occurred. Often the ruling is that if there had been more gun control, these maniacs wouldn't have had the option of a school shooting, but this is false. If they truly are hell bent on inflicting so much pain and destruction, they will obtain the weapons necessary to their plan. But there can be a solution: conceal and carry. If those who can use a gun and stop these nut jobs that illegally acquire these semi-automatic weapons or handguns, they should. And words can only go so far, and are sometimes even futile.

If guns make murder easy, why does it take so much training to learn how to shoot and use it properly? Often society is not taught to fight violence with more violence. But when the first onslaught of violence is irrational, words will not cut it. If someone can physically take action, they should. A self-defense killing is not considered murder because they are protecting their life, not going off on a killing spree.

In two hypothetical situations, one where you and another are unarmed and are confronted by a criminal and another when one of you is armed and are confronted, which one would you be more willing to place yourself in? Obviously if you can defend yourself against murder, you can and should. But if that right of yours is taken away, you could be placed in such a situation where there is no hope or help.

People opposed to gun rights claim they do so because they don't support killing machines and we must strive for a more peaceful country. However with this logic in place, we should make cars illegal too. Think of all the damage accidents cause. A gun is a controlled piece of weaponry, but we allow any 16 year-old with adolescent judgement to be behind the wheel. If this is the kind of reason and judgement we find in our society today, it is extremely flawed.

Most of us wish that the world where school and campus shootings, murders, and violence do not exist, but it is not that simple. Living in a bubble of a utopian society where there is no violence is only being ignorant to the problem. If we are presented with the facts and they continue to point to this obvious solution, how much longer can the world ignore the truth?

Having the alarming, yet true facts will lead people to realize that the correct conclusion is one where those who are trained to carry guns, should. The only way to rid the world of these evil, sadistic killers is to be sure those who are properly equipped to use such a weapon have the means to do so. I admire those who truly believe in peace and an attainable utopia, but if we don't concern ourselves with the truth and adjust accordingly, others will be subject to the dangers of lunatics in their own community. Do not believe that we have to live in fear because of the jarring reality of today, believe that we have the right to arm ourselves in case that reality rears its ugly head tomorrow.

Take It Down A Notch

In today's society, the media bombards us with constant information in heated debates. Everyone disagrees. People have opinions and they are going to share them whether you like it or not. We are brainwashed to have opinions about politics, music, movies, and TV. If we aren't extremely passionate about each and every subdivisions we are reprimanded. We have to have extremist opinions about all politics and all of the issues that coalesce. Those who dominate in the media use an accusatory or snooty tone to talk down to their audience and infuse them with the correct way of thinking. In this day and age of the 24-hour news networks, a harsh tone is necessary. This type of speech which clouds our thoughts and burdens citizens must be removed immediately. Is it possible to have any news or media correspondent not talk like a political pundit? Or, more simply, is it even possible speak in a civil way and respect other's opinions?

We've all had multiple conversation with people who have their obvious opinions and blurt them out each chance that they can get. They will not let you get a word in, and, as a matter of fact, they don't want you to. They must prove how their belief is correct and yours is, well, ludicrous. We know, we understand, we get it. You have certain stances and convictions. But perhaps they aren't true? Will those people change their views if proven wrong? No, they are the ones that take the pundits and correspondents seriously. The media's word is truth and law. So, even if their arguments are determined as false, they won't give up their case because of their sense of pride. This is often the case with these people, too heated to be rational. They need to calm down, think, and become reasonable, which is often a strenuous task for them.

We must become a culture of civility and courtesy so that we won't be destroyed by the over zealous and pushy pundits of the biased media. We should not be subjected to a type of communication that is inciting fear into every broadcast. Jon Stewart, host of The Daily Show, had "The Rally to Restore Sanity" last October, which advocated such a position. This message of acting and reacting in a sane and rational manner when dealing with the radical and outrageous stances on governmental issues can also be applied to everyday life. If you have a problem with someone, try taking a calm approach and see which strategy they respond to more. A coolheaded campaign to an issue may be more popular than an emotional one. Most people do not understand why those that use unwarranted or unpredictable tactics have such a passionate reaction when it comes to subjects they may even not be effected by. We must learn to control our tone of how we say things and keep those who do not enjoy fervent arguments, pacified.

The overbearing source of our world acting in such a way is because we are trained to react just like the media tells us to. We are supposed to stand up for, what they claim to be, is right. And we should do this loudly. The media should recognize it's aggressive tactics to gain viewership and opinions close to their own, and change them. The newspapers, magazines, television programs, pundits, and multiple other news outlets need to present us with the basic facts and not use psychological methods to trick us into believing something is worse or better than it actually is. We just need to take action and start behaving in a way that is well-mannered and pleasant. This is not a call to rid the world of opinionated people, this is a plead to act in a way where everyone's voice can be heard. Do not think your being civil means that you have no opinions or passionate ideas. You do have these things, you are just being respectful and courteous to those who may have opinions they want to voice as well. The overly heated people should tone down their discourse and let the rational thinkers and speakers have a turn. Let's just make the world a bit more civil, shall we?

A Less Hostile Springtime for OU

To my fellow University of Oklahoma students, we all know when springtime comes to our gorgeous campus. The South Oval is covered with blossoming trees and optimistic peers. We find ourselves delighted to be walking to class in glorious weather after we have braved the windy, freezing, and unexpected weather of Oklahoma in wintertime. Now we are rewarded with the sun beaming on our faces, until it sheds light on the reoccurring horror that plagues our campus every spring semester: the loud evangelical religious beliefs that are smacked in our faces. I understand the first amendment and free speech rights, but when it is blatantly upsetting or cruel to the students is where I feel the University should draw the line.

One aspect of religion being presented in a harsh way is when the horrific abortion billboards are put up directly south of the library. These banners and billboards are massive depictions of the trauma that goes with abortion. Yes, this is a controversial topic that attracts many advocates but someone who has dealt with the pain of abortion may not react well to these posters. These pro-life advocates have a message of love, but proclaim it with such hatred and judgment that it is difficult to understand their hypocritical message. One who has been through a traumatizing experience such as this does not need to be reminded of what they've been through. They also don't need to see blown up pictures depicting their decisions. This type of message tells they them they are horrible people, which is information no one wants pushed in their face. Imagine you are walking to class and you see these representations. It would be like someone hit you across the head with a massive depiction of a traumatic and devastating personal experience. You would become upset, right? We must work together to remove such explicit and overwhelming material not only for our peers who have lived through that horror, but to make our campus a more pleasant one.

Besides being bombarded with images, we students are forced to listen to the over-zealous preachers rant as they spew out an opinion on their soap box. This action usually draws a huge crowd of onlookers in between classes. Being in a sorority, I walk down the South Oval often wearing a shirt from the Chi Omega house. I wear these shirts to support my sorority, but the evangelical preachers calling out girls in Greek Life deters me from wearing those shirts. I recall once hearing a preacher yelling at sorority girls, regarding them as "sluts" and other obscene and hurtful words. One preacher even went so far as to suggest that all of us engage in sexually explicit acts, then went into detail and described them. Who would want to listen to this? Because I am in a sorority I can guarantee that this is not how all sorority girls act. Most of us are respectable, classy women who want to make a difference in the University of Oklahoma community. These preachers only reiterate a bad reputation based upon stereotypes. They claim to be knowledgeable about issues, but if they took the time to understand that condemnation is not always appropriate, but rather is judgmental and often false, maybe they could practice the love and acceptance they apparently preach.

These two bombarding examples make me want to roll my eyes and shake my head disapprovingly for all of the negative energy they disperse on our campus. To remove them, we must take the action to voice our opinion to administrators and anyone else that has a higher say in this matter. Do you want to walk down the Oval and revel in the magnificent campus, only to see once again that a display of hatred clouds out your joy? Never again should we be forced to listen to why young adults are the downfall of morals and goodness. We are good, caring people that are just trying to live our lives and have the best college career possible. To my OU peers, let's start a petition to sponge away these brutal and harsh messages from our campus. And in the mean time, religious zealots, try not to waste your time screaming at us.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Beauty & the Moo

I grew up on Disney movies and would watch them over & over. However, I had a favorite. Everyone in my generation had their favorite Disney movie. Every girl had that certain Disney princess that they would pretend to be. To me, Jasmine was a tramp, Ariel was an idiot, and Cinderella was boring.
My favorite and the best is Belle.

She is intelligent, beautiful, and eccentric. Finally there was a princess that didn't change her species for a man or didn't act like she was clueless. Belle was a girl who, when the jackass put the moves on her, didn't fall weak at the knees. Jasmine, Aurora, and Ariel would've loved Gaston. Just sayin'. They all fell in love with men who they had known for about 2 days.
Belle cares about her family, reads, gets to know the man she falls in love with, sings, and is "a beauty, but a funny girl." BOOYEAH.

I was always a bit eccentric, funny, weird, whichever adjective you want to use. I found it helpful that it was okay to have a role model that was kind of strange. Belle was independent and wanted adventure more than anything and the other princesses wanted an MRS degree. Maybe this is why the girls in my generation are obsessed with marriage. Perhaps their favorite Disney princesses were in the movies with misogynistic ideals. This is probably why I could never identify with stereotypical princesses.
Just Belle.
The funny one.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

bold + what i love

Going out with friends. It's what you do in college. You all act like idiots and have hilarious stories to recant when you are all in the right mind.

I am loving everything that is happening right now. I feel like I am a stereotypical college kid right now but I'm having fun with people who don't fill that stereotype and I love it. My friends are awesome. They are so funny and absolutely non-perfect in the most fantastic way. They are interesting and sometimes offensive, but they are with me for a reason.
The fact that we are all experiencing defiance together makes me so happy.
After all, we're just kids.

I would so much rather have a night of crazy, running around fun with just my friends than going out to frats and stumbling home in a stupor. Sorry- that's just me.
I'm all for partying- I'm mainly just all for partying with the people I am glad to call friends.

Let's go amigos.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

muy bien

    When I contemplate how I feel when I venture to a Mexican restaurant, I cannot contain my jubilation. I know full well that my taste buds will soon experience an elation that is unlike any joy I receive from other types of nourishment. This delectable cuisine is unparalleled in its culmination of delicious flavors. For example, the taco is an envelope that catches the spicy and flavorful contents that rest in its sleeve. Lettuce, cheese, sour cream, and tomatoes accompany the delicious meat of your choosing. Ground beef, chicken, and shrimp are among the mouthwatering selections. Often these entrees go together with mountainous sides of rice and plentiful refried beans. These two sides in conjunction with one another make for sumptuous and appetizing bites in between your main dish. Even though there are numerous reasons for adoring Mexican food, the best and least acknowledged is that of the chips, queso, and salsa. These three magnificent appetizers often go unnoticed next to the glitz and glamour of the main dishes. Chips, queso, and salsa is, and will always be, the foundation of a wonderful Mexican restaurant.
    A bountiful basket is carefully placed on the table. Its contents hold innumerable warm and perfectly seasoned triangles. Immediately the smell fills my nostrils with the familiar scent of countless corn-tortilla chips. When the second waiter brings two ample containers, I look upon them in all their glory. Both are filled with an abundant and magnificent mix of pureed tomatoes, onions, spices, jalapeƱos, and cilantro. My hands grab as many chips as I can hold in my fists, and pile on as much of this heavenly mixture as the chip will fit. Taste buds rejoice when they savor the tortilla bits complimented by the skillfully made salsa. One who realizes that this is no ordinary free appetizer will and should repeat this act several times before revealing his or her true order. Your stomach will thank you and beg for more. Your tongue will been branded with the familiar cuisine. The mild salsa burns and only the relief of a Diet Coke will turn that sizzle into bliss. This carbonated euphoria keeps this cycle continuous until the waiter comes back. Then, one at the table will utter the words, "Queso, por favor."
    I wait impatiently for our waiter to bring the scrumptious queso. My friends try to strike up a conversation, but the ravenous "cheese beast" in me will not respond until it tastes the blend of melted cheese on a chip. Finally, after what seems like an era, the waiter comes back with the copious amounts of melted cheese. He sets it down. I stare, enamored with its contents. My mouth aches for the first flavorful taste. I tell me friends to hush and let me enjoy what I have come for. Anyone who tries to plunge their chip into the bowl first will get a glare from me that, were it a weapon, would get them seriously injured. I slowly grab the tortilla chip with the perfect amount of salt and secure it between my thumb and forefinger. Carefully the chip is placed in the divine concoction. The queso looks more like a white soup, rather than that carnival glop of yellowish-orange nacho cheese. This kind is real. It doesn't come from a can in warehouse. It is homemade, not sold in bulk. The greatest and most delectable queso is the kind that has the secret recipe and is not available for purchase on a shelf in a fluorescent-lit stockpile.
    Once I savor the flavor of my favorite, flawless queso, I once again reach for my carbonated, Splenda-infused joy. The culmination of these three things makes my elation peak. A main dish may not even be necessary because of the joy from this sustenance. Food cannot get any better than this. I long to be delivered a bag of chips and two containers of salsa and queso for each and every dining experience. If each restaurant offered this combination before an entree, everyone could experience the joy and happiness I have found when tasting my beloved three: chips, salsa, and queso.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

alien language

Falling asleep in class is a serious problem for me. Scratch that. It's the lecture classes that are my weakness. I honestly start off alert but, sure enough, 20 minutes later I start dozing and my notes look like I scribbled down a dead language in fury.

It's not my fault I swear. You aren't a boring teacher. I just need around 9 hours of sleep and if I don't get it at night, my body finds a place to make it up. Especially if it's inconvenient.

I really could sleep anywhere. In class, on the ground, in the car (not driving obviously), on a couch. It sucks that I fall asleep in class-- but I really don't care. It's what makes me who I am + makes for really funny stories.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

laid back forever

I use to think I was a high strung dramatic person. I know I'm dramatic, but it's funny dramatic. Lately things have been serious dramatic with sorority stuff & friends. Life can sometimes be a drama, but does it have to be that way 23 hours of the day? I guess so.

I want to do well in school, but I also want to have a social life. However, how do those who go out 4 times a week manage?? I don't get it. Life seems to be a paradox and I am always in the middle. Like, ALWAYS. It's a funny thing to think about how some people care too much, and some too little.
I'm in the middle. The middle child. The middle of a friend battle.

I like how all of my friends are laid back. Can everyone be that way?
Don't get me wrong, I love drama. I'm a girl so I love talking about it & gossiping.
Some people love it all the time. TOO MUCH TOO MUCH.
It's a lot to handle and I can barely handle myself sometimes.

Get me through the semester. Let me be a good friend. Let things work out.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Radically Boosted CGI

Once I sat down in the theater for the highly anticipated Rise of the Planet of the Apes, I couldn't contain my geeky mind. How will the special effects look? Who is doing the score? This movie has a lot to live up to considering its' predecessor. And no, I'm not talking about the 2001 remake.
    If you have seen the 1968 original Planet of the Apes with Charlton Heston, you realize what retelling the story means to fans. It must be done well and must not be a copy of the original. Thankfully, this movie explains the process of how Earth became a planet of apes. The character Will Rodman, played by James Franco, is a scientist searching for a cure to Alzheimer's disease, not only for the company he is employed by, but also for his father, who suffers from the disease. Will and his team experiment with medicine on apes, which makes one in particular more intelligent. All of these events lead to one ape, Caesar, who Will is close with, discovering that the apes bend to the will of the humans. Caesar realizes that this must be stopped and hostility between man and ape ensues.
    Weta Digital, the special effects team that created Gollum for Lord of the Rings, worked on Rise of the Planet of the Apes. Andy Serkis, who actually provided the movement and voice for Gollum, brought Caesar to life in this movie. The CGI in this film has made the character of Caesar and all of his ape companions believable. Often this type of imagery is used to create robots or explosion scenes, but this story uses it to humanize an essential non-human character. The CGI was very impressive and took great strides in its credibility. This film, although not a remake, reminded fans of why they loved the original. A few mini tributes were added throughout the film. Caesar's mother is named "Bright Eyes,” a tribute to what the apes called Taylor, Charlton Heston's character. When Caesar is in captivity he is often treated in the same manner as Taylor was when the apes experimented on humans. About three lines are direct quotes taken from the original. And finally, my favorite homage, a glimpse of a Charlton Heston movie plays on a television in the background right before a suspenseful breakout from captivity by the apes in the 2011 movie.
    Although I was enamored by the production of special effects and storytelling, there were one or two things I could have done without. There is a scene where the character Dodge Landon, who works at the Primate Sanctuary where Caesar is kept, decides to let his friends tour the cages where the apes are held. His friends are all drinking beer while Dodge harasses the apes. The girls in this scene act stupid and screechy, while the boys act macho and idiotic. It seemed like these characters had nothing better to do on a Saturday night than get drunk and go look at monkeys. This part of the movie felt unnecessary and boring. The rest of the film I thoroughly enjoyed, with its suspenseful and inspirational soundtrack and realistic imagery of the computer generated characters.
    Rise of the Planet of the Apes would please any audience member who enjoyed the computer graphics of Avatar or Lord of the Rings. To any fan of the original who is wary of seeing it, for fear of one of their favorite movies getting ruined, I recommend that you see this one. A great effort was put forth when it comes to special effects and storytelling in general. This movie has made great strides in cinematic effects, but the story is not lost within them. The audience can relate to its main messages of self-empowerment and freedom as well. Rise of the Planet of the Apes will take you on a journey through believable CGI and memorable tributes that will leave you wanting to watch it again and again.

Welcome to the Monster Ball

On April 4th, 2011, the city of Tulsa knows that a concert is in town. Thousands of little monsters gather downtown at the new BOK Center to see Lady Gaga. When you are at the Monster Ball, the arena is filled with continuous deafening screams. All of her fans don eccentric pieces of clothing or accessories to show their "Mother Monster" her impact. Quite a few of these outfits are replicas from music videos or television appearances. The lights shut off and the fans know that the show is about to start. A purple light comes up and a silhouette of Lady Gaga appears.
    Lady Gaga is a pop artist with multiple chart-toppers and number one records. However, she is infamous is for her outrageous outfits and being outspoken about certain topics. Gay rights, bullying, and being who you want to be are messages she constantly stands for. This anti-bullying message, which has been in the media quite frequently, is and will be relevant to anyone growing up who has felt disenfranchised or alone. Perhaps that is some of her appeal, these subjects are so easily identifiable to many kids struggling to find out their place in this world that they take comfort in knowing someone who is famous felt the exact same way. The lyrics of her songs are a testament to her ideas of feeling detached from society. But, a lot of her songs are mainly great dance singles.
    The first song, "Dance in the Dark", begins and, true to her form, it is intensely theatrical. Gaga sings while remaining completely still and only moving on the chorus of the song. The audience then sees the stage with an electric green truck in the center with a keyboard in the hood, and neon words and props everywhere. She plays some of her more popular records like "Poker Face," "LoveGame," and "Telephone". The stage continuously changes throughout the show, as does Lady Gaga. Although the glitter, props, lights, instruments, and costumes make the show a true spectacle, the most entertaining part of the show is when Lady Gaga is at the piano. She hammers away at the keys and belts out her ballads. "You & I" and "Speechless" are among her powerhouse anthems she sings at the piano. These songs showcase her natural talent and ability as a pop artist. Everyone in attendance can see how passionate she is about her music and how she loves the dramatic theatricality of each performance.
    The Monster Ball was a concert unlike any I have ever seen. Gaga played numerous number one hits. But, she also sang some of her unreleased demo songs like, "Glitter & Grease" and "Vanity", which only her most devoted super fans know. She preaches the message of self-love, which each little monster can relate to and screams for. The Monster Ball is a show for anyone who loves theatre, electronic pop, fashion, powerful ballads, hard rock, or someone who may be lost or confused in their life and might need direction. Maybe Mother Monster has just the words or lyrics to help you.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Ode to Sizterz

For that one joke you all get
For a 3 person fight, with jumping sides
For parental gossiping
For alien voices
For a cape made of blankets
For a refill of chips & queso x 5
For z's in place of s's
For the coldest winter of our childhood
For a deranged clothespin angel and a demented glitter face ornament
For the dogwood & redbud trees
For Katie & Ellen

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

sparks of yellow + purple

I need to remind myself. if i want to be a writer, i need to practice. if i want to be anything, i need to practice.

okay, yes self. I will.

This past week has been pretty hectic- driving to Tulsa on Sunday & then driving back to Norman @ 8am for my classes. I am exhausted. Constantly. I need to know that this feeling of being overworked will go away after college. oh wait- I think I can hear my future self laughing at me. I cannot keep up with the all night studying for tests I don't give a shit about. I talked to my older sister over the weekend about school & grades, and she says, "College really doesn't matter. Sure you need to get a job, but yeah I didn't learn anything there. Real life experiences teach you about stuff. Do as little as you can to get a B average." Sarcasm, right? No, she's serious. And the more I thought about it, the more it made wayyyy too much sense.

Some of the classes I'm in, I don't remember anything. Most of the material is the teacher nagging us to read a textbook because it's going to be on the test. I'll read this over ONCE. Get test questions over it...ONCE. And forget it, forever. Great strategy.

This isn't how every class of mine is though. I tend to learn best when I have an interesting professor who enjoys having an engaging lecture or discussion with the class. And again, yes there are many dry professors who rattle on for an hour and a half, or there are the crazy ones...
         My professor dressed up in full zorro garb to explain how the printing press spread the growth of knowledge. Don't even ask me what went on in that lecture.

In conclusion, I am going to take my sister's advice. Okay- no i'm not going to squeak by and zone out in class. I'm going to get those life experiences. The only way to have opinions, beliefs, and feelings towards the world, one must first experience a vast + different universe. Here we go.

Monday, February 21, 2011

i have a test in 1hr. 6 min.

I should be studying.

I'm listening to my instrumental playlist on itunes-- it has only instrumental music, yeah original title. So, this playlist is on shuffleboard and I decided to let the LOST soundtrack play. (Whenever I'm on itunes i tend to skip many songs, but when I hear them on the radio I listen....) After hearing two LOST songs i decide to go to my playlist entitled, "4815162342" only those that watch LOST will understand this post.

So I'm listening to this music, and I just gotta say this is "that soundtrack" for me. I know I listen to a lot of soundtracks, a lot of classical, and just a lot of music in general. But this soundtrack is one that I want to play behind me when something really meaningful and poignant happens in my life. This music puts a storyline in my head, and that for me is one of the best things that music can do. This is my thinking music. I sit there and ponder my life & all the people in it. Most of the time it puts me in a hopeful & untroubled mood. It's good music for a good day, it's great music for a bad day.

Obviously I'm a crazy fan when it comes to epic stories like, LOST, and all of the characters, but one of its best elements is the music. As it should be. You all everybody!

Michael Giacchino, you are up there with Thomas Newman & John Williams.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

wasting time in bizzell

Tuesdays & Thursdays I have a 2 hour break in the middle of the day- so I trek on over to the library and try to "catch up" on my textbook reading for class...

Yeah that doesn't happen so I mostly spend time on netflix watching movies or shows.
Recently I have been watching The Cosby Show which, in my opinion, is so fantastic.
Think about it. Bill Cosby is Cliff Huxtable, one of the best TV dads ever. Theo & Cliff's talks are hands down best father-son moments. Denise's style is so ridiculously 80s. Whoever writes Rudy's lines is genius. And Claire Huxtable? Well, there is no greater lady. She is, and will always be, the sassiest & classiest. There is only one flaw- Sandra is so annoying. Her feminist views can be funny when she disagrees with Elvin's 50's homemaker view of women. But on the most part, this character is repetitive and boring. She always has some new scientific statistic to talk about, and this usually dampens the party. I only look forward to Cliff's expression when she is done talking. That is when I laugh.

The reason I love this show the most I guess is because of my sisters, Katie & Ellen. We watch this show & so many others, but my sisters are the only people I know that seem to watch & love this show as much as I do. I can talk to a zillion other people about the Bachelor (I know, shameful, but it's the funniest drama) + Glee (yiiikes... let's all stop obsessing over Rachel Berry). But I only know one show that is exclusively the Pearson sisters'. Thank you Huxtables for making us laugh & rewind x 3, when none of our friends really "get it".

Friday, February 4, 2011

continuous snowflakes & ice

As a result of a boring day inside, this is the beginning of my blog. I'm sure it will be interesting, and if not, well, sometimes life can be uneventful. Maybe wait a couple of posts and something will have happened to me by then.

My major is now professional writing.
wow. Sorry, that's kind of scary for me because at first I was way into education.
My thoughts about becoming a teacher were always encouraging and familiar.
(This quote below is in my sarcastic voice that people who know me have often heard)
"You are going to make ssssuch a good teacher!" is what I have always heard- but then I was sitting down to write my essay for the College of Education all I could come up with was...
"I like babysitting".
Okay, it wasn't that bad of an essay, but honestly it was not the way I thought I was going to write it. I had always thought I had this immense passion for teaching others, when in reality, I have a short temper & usually want others to like exactly what I like, and get frustrated when they don't... not the best qualities of a teacher. Not that I am a horrible person who can't stand people, but once I told my mom (who is a music teacher) that I was changing my major she said, "Yeah... that's probably a better idea". tttthanks for your honesty from the beginning? hahah

In all seriousness though, I want to keep up this blog as a mark of me truly rising to the occasion and documenting my thoughts and ideas while I'm scared out of my mind to embark on a new direction.

Now that I've put myself out there I hope people read this blog.
I swear to the lord above I won't make it long & boring again, these are just things I needed to say.
have a bloody fantastic friday everyone!