Sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe.
That I shouldn't wind myself up so much.
That I cant take everything so seriously.
It was recently brought to my attention that i'm often perceived to be uptight or too proper.
Well in reality I see myself as a pretty easy going person.
But at the same time I can also see how people would see me as uptight.
I tend to hold myself to higher standards than I do for everyone else.
Its more of a let down personally if I let others down then if someone else lets me down.
I just hope the world has the same morals as I do.
So when something doesn't come through that wasn't my fault, it still hits me hard.
I think this is all coming about because I didn't reach the goal of raising the funds for Hanna and I to go to L.A. with a few other editors. I was supposed to raise $1,340 for both of us to go. And I didn't do it. I somehow thought we had more time. Life just got in the way and I didn't get it done. I took on more than what I could accomplish. That's a reoccurring theme for me, its so hard for me to say no.
I hate to disappoint people.
And now the team of editors are heading off to L.A. tomorrow, without Hanna and I.
But come hell or high water, Hanna and I are going next year to this damn conference!
I am a hard person to love sometimes.
I am irrational.
I am emotional.
I expect a lot from people just because I expect a lot from myself.
I cry sometimes for no good reason.
My heart falls to hard and fast for people
I'm persistent which means I can be annoying.
I sometimes don't get social cues.
I'm far too hard on myself and its hard for me to not take things personally when something I love is critiqued.
I often over think a situation,
I get too emotionally invested.
I'm needy.
I'm not always comfortable in my skin
I have a medical condition that could make future dreams perplexing.
If I have a rough morning, there is literally nothing that can get me out of my bad mood or the funk that i'm in.
Things that I try to keep under the surface never stay hidden for long and come out pretty quickly and depending on how long i've been holding onto something, sometimes violently.
The future is uncertain which I hate and love.
Mostly hate because I just want to know what it will hold for me.
But i'm trying to work on my qualities that are hard to love. Trying to smooth things over. Cushion the fall if something goes wrong.
My mom and I emotionally are very similar which can be hard to deal with. We both feel the same way. Those darn brown eye girls have more in common than just our eyes.
My dad tends to help me through emotional episodes because hes the rock of the family.
Which helps a lot.
But even though I think I've made leaps and bounds of progress on loving myself, sometimes I just get knocked back down.
But then I get back up and try again.
That's one of my qualities I actually really like about myself.
I never give up.
I always get back up.
Sometimes I just need to remember to breathe.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
I despise winter
So we had a snow day yesterday.
And somehow I didn't quite get that my entire car would be covered or well buried in about a few feet of snow.
And I have an 8 am class....
So suffice to say, I spent a good 20 minutes scraping off my car.
A neighbor saw me whacking away at the mountain that covered my itty bitty red car and offered me a broom thank god.
And even after I got all the snow off I still had to dig out my car so I could drive out of my parking lot.
Soaked, tired and stressed I finally start my way to school.
I need a different car because this one does not do well in the snow.
So once I finally get my car out and on the road, i'm panicked because i'm going to be late and I hate to be late more than anything else in the world. Especially to Indy.
Because i'm an editor, even though not that exciting of an editors position but damn it i'm an editor! And sometimes Leslie is scary in the mornings.
And I pride myself on being punctual.
And if that wasn't bad enough, the entire parking lot at school is a massive ice rink.
And we all know how coordinated I am in general minus ice, so this was going to be a freaking hay day.
And as i'm trying to park, my car slides and I almost rear end the parked car in front of me.
As the girl is getting out of said car.
And I have to carefully walk my happy little ass all the way to class, praying to god I don't totally slip and fall and die on my way there.
Slipped at least 4 times.
Didn't fall which is a miracle.
Finally made it to class, late.
After the rest of the editors had already gone around and filled in what was going on with them.
And I came in late.
So I had to fill in on whats going on with my department.
So exciting and progressive right there.
And unfortunately i'm the type of person that if I don't have a good morning, the entire day is screwed.
And I tried to get out of my funky mood but there was stress eating involved which means ice cream, carbs and peanut butter.
Plus I didn't get to see Alex today which was a big bummer. Were both just so busy right now.
But i'm working on not letting a bad morning spoil my days.
I hope your Tuesday was better than mine my friends!
Lets hope tomorrow there's sun and no ice.
Because clumsy Julia has come out for the winter now officially, and it is not pretty.
And somehow I didn't quite get that my entire car would be covered or well buried in about a few feet of snow.
And I have an 8 am class....
So suffice to say, I spent a good 20 minutes scraping off my car.
A neighbor saw me whacking away at the mountain that covered my itty bitty red car and offered me a broom thank god.
And even after I got all the snow off I still had to dig out my car so I could drive out of my parking lot.
Soaked, tired and stressed I finally start my way to school.
I need a different car because this one does not do well in the snow.
So once I finally get my car out and on the road, i'm panicked because i'm going to be late and I hate to be late more than anything else in the world. Especially to Indy.
Because i'm an editor, even though not that exciting of an editors position but damn it i'm an editor! And sometimes Leslie is scary in the mornings.
And I pride myself on being punctual.
And if that wasn't bad enough, the entire parking lot at school is a massive ice rink.
And we all know how coordinated I am in general minus ice, so this was going to be a freaking hay day.
And as i'm trying to park, my car slides and I almost rear end the parked car in front of me.
As the girl is getting out of said car.
And I have to carefully walk my happy little ass all the way to class, praying to god I don't totally slip and fall and die on my way there.
Slipped at least 4 times.
Didn't fall which is a miracle.
Finally made it to class, late.
After the rest of the editors had already gone around and filled in what was going on with them.
And I came in late.
So I had to fill in on whats going on with my department.
So exciting and progressive right there.
And unfortunately i'm the type of person that if I don't have a good morning, the entire day is screwed.
And I tried to get out of my funky mood but there was stress eating involved which means ice cream, carbs and peanut butter.
Plus I didn't get to see Alex today which was a big bummer. Were both just so busy right now.
But i'm working on not letting a bad morning spoil my days.
I hope your Tuesday was better than mine my friends!
Lets hope tomorrow there's sun and no ice.
Because clumsy Julia has come out for the winter now officially, and it is not pretty.
Call your parents
I don't think we ever give as much credit as where credit is due to our parents.
Parents are never perfect and neither are we.
But they raised you people!
They loved you when you were not that lovable.
Hell for my first 18 months of life I didnt sleep through the night, and I'm pretty sure there were plenty of nights my parents were frustrated with me.
I was not an easy baby, but I hope i've paid off being so difficult then by now.
I will just say this now.
I have fantastic parents.
They've always loved me, my siblings and any poor soul that should come through our door of craziness.
They've always been there for me.
They've always supported me.
They know me better than I know myself.
And they always call to check in whenever possible
Both call and fill me in on what is all happening with the family. Dad I think does it more for his sanity and because believe it or not but that engineer needs to hear my voice.
Mom calls more often than Dad, but my conversations with Dad are longer.
I talk to each pretty much the same.
Mom lets me know about any thing that needs to be done or if I need to go to the DMV for something. She also lets me in on family gossip and so does Dad.
They both miss me which makes sense because one of their flock isnt home in the nest. Its always been the 5. And now O is moved out, I think they need to check in with me more.
Maybe it hits me so hard because I have a skewed sense of mortality
Someday they wont be there and thats hard for me to comprehend.
I like to think that life will never change.
That it will stay the same.
But thats just not the case.
But with death there comes life.
Hopefully this week Abigail Alexis Cook will be born.
And I cannot wait to meet that beautiful child.
Liz and Alex are becoming parents.
And I cannot believe it!
Liz and I are technically married, because butterfly rings count as an actual marriage.
But I know they will do amazing.
Maybe i'm getting all mushy now because someday I too want to fall in love and start a family as well, if i'm able to.
And all this came about because of my mom and she posted something about calling your parents if they are still here. So I had a feeling this was about something...
Just as a back story, my mom lost her dad when she was about my age, a little younger.
So called mom and left her and dad a message telling them that I loved them.
Found out later we had had a family thing that was a bit scary but its all ok now. Do not panic!
But I called the parental units to check in.
And it just made me realize how much I take having great parents for granted.
They've been married for almost 28 years coming up on May 28th of this year.
And they have shown me what it means to be in love.
They've shown men how a man is supposed to treat a woman and how a woman is supposed to treat a man.
And that life isnt perfect, but its a pretty great journey.
And they gross myself and the siblings out all the time with their PDA. And its adorable.
They want to be national park rangers when they grow up. I mean really? Thats just too cute.
So my advice to you dear reader, wherever the heck you are in the world, call your parents.
RIGHT NOW!
Tell them how much they mean to you and that you love them.
Parents have bad days just like we do.
They really appreciate when you take the time from your crazy day to just call them up and check in on them.
Because someday you may not have the luxury to call them up.
So call them now.
And tell them you love them.
Parents are never perfect and neither are we.
But they raised you people!
They loved you when you were not that lovable.
Hell for my first 18 months of life I didnt sleep through the night, and I'm pretty sure there were plenty of nights my parents were frustrated with me.
I was not an easy baby, but I hope i've paid off being so difficult then by now.
I will just say this now.
I have fantastic parents.
They've always loved me, my siblings and any poor soul that should come through our door of craziness.
They've always been there for me.
They've always supported me.
They know me better than I know myself.
And they always call to check in whenever possible
Both call and fill me in on what is all happening with the family. Dad I think does it more for his sanity and because believe it or not but that engineer needs to hear my voice.
Mom calls more often than Dad, but my conversations with Dad are longer.
I talk to each pretty much the same.
Mom lets me know about any thing that needs to be done or if I need to go to the DMV for something. She also lets me in on family gossip and so does Dad.
They both miss me which makes sense because one of their flock isnt home in the nest. Its always been the 5. And now O is moved out, I think they need to check in with me more.
Maybe it hits me so hard because I have a skewed sense of mortality
Someday they wont be there and thats hard for me to comprehend.
I like to think that life will never change.
That it will stay the same.
But thats just not the case.
But with death there comes life.
Hopefully this week Abigail Alexis Cook will be born.
And I cannot wait to meet that beautiful child.
Liz and Alex are becoming parents.
And I cannot believe it!
Liz and I are technically married, because butterfly rings count as an actual marriage.
But I know they will do amazing.
Maybe i'm getting all mushy now because someday I too want to fall in love and start a family as well, if i'm able to.
And all this came about because of my mom and she posted something about calling your parents if they are still here. So I had a feeling this was about something...
Just as a back story, my mom lost her dad when she was about my age, a little younger.
So called mom and left her and dad a message telling them that I loved them.
Found out later we had had a family thing that was a bit scary but its all ok now. Do not panic!
But I called the parental units to check in.
And it just made me realize how much I take having great parents for granted.
They've been married for almost 28 years coming up on May 28th of this year.
And they have shown me what it means to be in love.
They've shown men how a man is supposed to treat a woman and how a woman is supposed to treat a man.
And that life isnt perfect, but its a pretty great journey.
And they gross myself and the siblings out all the time with their PDA. And its adorable.
They want to be national park rangers when they grow up. I mean really? Thats just too cute.
So my advice to you dear reader, wherever the heck you are in the world, call your parents.
RIGHT NOW!
Tell them how much they mean to you and that you love them.
Parents have bad days just like we do.
They really appreciate when you take the time from your crazy day to just call them up and check in on them.
Because someday you may not have the luxury to call them up.
So call them now.
And tell them you love them.
Monday, February 23, 2015
Oh the places i'll go
So believe it or not, but this Colorado girl wants to go places outside of Colorado.
Even though Colorado is the best state pretty much ever!
But guys I want to travel someday.
Far and wide.
Have some crazy stories.
Really my trip down the Rhine was what started it all.
Getting to experience other cultures and to go back to my homeland was what made me want to go back.
Part of the trip went through area that used to be the Prussian state of Germany.
Which is where my dads side is supposedly from.
But being in the area where you family originated, and where they lived for generations, really drove home how little I know about my roots.
Which sparked my need to go and visit my other homeland in Sweden.
Maybe because I've felt like I've been so Americanized is why I must go back. To keep the roots alive. To meet the long lost cousins that still live there and how we've lost touch. The family that still lives in the mother land that I've never met.
But that's not the only place.
Sure I want to go all over Europe but also all over the world.
India I think would be fascinating in particular the Ganges river.
Israel because its the birth place of three major religions.
South Africa.
New Zealand.
Svalbard.
Thailand.
South Korea.
Australia.
Panama.
Brazil.
Japan.
Egypt.
Myanmar with the Shanta Foundation to see what they do.
Chile.
The Galapagos islands.
Peru
Belize
United Arab Emirates.
Being a journalist I like the idea of the story teller and how we all have stories to tell. No one story is exactly the same.
We all have hopes and dreams for the future.
We all have opinions on life and the pursuit of happiness.
And I like to think that we all contribute to society in a positive way. No culture is greater than another in my opinion.
Each is different and special and has something to contribute.
And that has become my mentality in a way.
No one person is better than another person.
We are all the same.
We are all living here on this earth at the same time.
We all have hopes, dreams and fears.
We are all human and I want to travel and meet many of these humans and document their stories.
I want to open my world to more than just the beauty of Colorado.
But the beauty of the world.
Even though Colorado is the best state pretty much ever!
But guys I want to travel someday.
Far and wide.
Have some crazy stories.
Really my trip down the Rhine was what started it all.
Getting to experience other cultures and to go back to my homeland was what made me want to go back.
Part of the trip went through area that used to be the Prussian state of Germany.
Which is where my dads side is supposedly from.
But being in the area where you family originated, and where they lived for generations, really drove home how little I know about my roots.
Which sparked my need to go and visit my other homeland in Sweden.
Maybe because I've felt like I've been so Americanized is why I must go back. To keep the roots alive. To meet the long lost cousins that still live there and how we've lost touch. The family that still lives in the mother land that I've never met.
But that's not the only place.
Sure I want to go all over Europe but also all over the world.
India I think would be fascinating in particular the Ganges river.
Israel because its the birth place of three major religions.
South Africa.
New Zealand.
Svalbard.
Thailand.
South Korea.
Australia.
Panama.
Brazil.
Japan.
Egypt.
Myanmar with the Shanta Foundation to see what they do.
Chile.
The Galapagos islands.
Peru
Belize
United Arab Emirates.
Being a journalist I like the idea of the story teller and how we all have stories to tell. No one story is exactly the same.
We all have hopes and dreams for the future.
We all have opinions on life and the pursuit of happiness.
And I like to think that we all contribute to society in a positive way. No culture is greater than another in my opinion.
Each is different and special and has something to contribute.
And that has become my mentality in a way.
No one person is better than another person.
We are all the same.
We are all living here on this earth at the same time.
We all have hopes, dreams and fears.
We are all human and I want to travel and meet many of these humans and document their stories.
I want to open my world to more than just the beauty of Colorado.
But the beauty of the world.
Girl Scouts
Now being a former Girl Scout I know all their tricks at the store.
The younger ones get all the sales because they are so cute and no one can say no to a Brownie with big eyes and a need for that cookie prize of that unicorn stuffed animal.
We know how to get them girls.
Valentines Day is a big selling day for girl scout cookies because everyone wants some chocolate or something sweet on Valentines Day!
My mom was the cookie mom so I know all about the craziness because our entire dining room table and dining room would be covered in boxes upon boxes of cookies
Ohh and when my sister started she was the cookie mom too for her! And then we had to compete for customers!
Grandma always bought from both but the neighbors we had a toss up.
Claire always got more sales because she has always been adorable and lets be honest, after 12 the awkward hit harder than ever thought possible
But I loved being in Girl Scouts. Some of my closest and longest known friends are from Girl Scouts. Paige, Tia, Ali.
We all started out fairly early in the scouts together and we've just stayed friends through and through with band and up on until college.
Lets see, Thin Mints are like crack.
So are Samoas.
Tagalongs have kind of gone down hill. They don't taste as good as the used to.
Do-si- dos are still pretty good.
But those couple always stay
And they try to introduce a new flavor and make it the next Thin Mint.
Like what is up with Ra-Ra- Raisin???
But they will never succeed.
Thin Mints are our legal crack
And even though the prices are going up and the boxes are getting smaller, we still cant get enough of those damn girl scout cookies.
The younger ones get all the sales because they are so cute and no one can say no to a Brownie with big eyes and a need for that cookie prize of that unicorn stuffed animal.
We know how to get them girls.
Valentines Day is a big selling day for girl scout cookies because everyone wants some chocolate or something sweet on Valentines Day!
My mom was the cookie mom so I know all about the craziness because our entire dining room table and dining room would be covered in boxes upon boxes of cookies
Ohh and when my sister started she was the cookie mom too for her! And then we had to compete for customers!
Grandma always bought from both but the neighbors we had a toss up.
Claire always got more sales because she has always been adorable and lets be honest, after 12 the awkward hit harder than ever thought possible
But I loved being in Girl Scouts. Some of my closest and longest known friends are from Girl Scouts. Paige, Tia, Ali.
We all started out fairly early in the scouts together and we've just stayed friends through and through with band and up on until college.
Lets see, Thin Mints are like crack.
So are Samoas.
Tagalongs have kind of gone down hill. They don't taste as good as the used to.
Do-si- dos are still pretty good.
But those couple always stay
And they try to introduce a new flavor and make it the next Thin Mint.
Like what is up with Ra-Ra- Raisin???
But they will never succeed.
Thin Mints are our legal crack
And even though the prices are going up and the boxes are getting smaller, we still cant get enough of those damn girl scout cookies.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Zhe Food Blogging Fantantic
So food blogging for me this semester has been one of the most stressful and fun classes. I've struggled to keep creative and keep up with the learning curve of the class.
Learning WIX was a hot mess at the start. Now its getting better and i'm working out the kinks.
I will be perfectly honestly, my first food blog was a hot mess. A legitimate hot mess.
And its all been better from that.
Its been actual food porn.
My photography has improved and i've become more confident in my recipes.
My group won the food styling competition and I was half of the reason why because our group submitted 4 photos total that were gorgeous and 2 of the 4 I took.
I love food blogging and getting out my little set up of tile, chiffon, pillows, towels and blankets.
Getting to just eat a bunch of beautiful food and then have it pay off in a nice grade.
Usually in a class it takes me a while to find my stride but I think I finally found mine and i'm proud of what I have accomplished thus far.
Leslie did tell me that since the beginning of the class my blog has improved the most. Which i'm proud of.
My format is strong.
The writing is getting better.
The pictures are lovely and food porn like.
And i'm proud to show people what all i've accomplished
Plus it gives me an excuse to cook for the roommate if possible and any other souls that may want to come over for breakfast :)
Look out world because you'll be seeing Gluten Free Banana Bread Ginger Stuffed French Toast with a banana topping.
You are all going to die when you see the pictures. I promise you that!
Learning WIX was a hot mess at the start. Now its getting better and i'm working out the kinks.
I will be perfectly honestly, my first food blog was a hot mess. A legitimate hot mess.
And its all been better from that.
Its been actual food porn.
My photography has improved and i've become more confident in my recipes.
My group won the food styling competition and I was half of the reason why because our group submitted 4 photos total that were gorgeous and 2 of the 4 I took.
I love food blogging and getting out my little set up of tile, chiffon, pillows, towels and blankets.
Getting to just eat a bunch of beautiful food and then have it pay off in a nice grade.
Usually in a class it takes me a while to find my stride but I think I finally found mine and i'm proud of what I have accomplished thus far.
Leslie did tell me that since the beginning of the class my blog has improved the most. Which i'm proud of.
My format is strong.
The writing is getting better.
The pictures are lovely and food porn like.
And i'm proud to show people what all i've accomplished
Plus it gives me an excuse to cook for the roommate if possible and any other souls that may want to come over for breakfast :)
Look out world because you'll be seeing Gluten Free Banana Bread Ginger Stuffed French Toast with a banana topping.
You are all going to die when you see the pictures. I promise you that!
Of the female persuasion
That's right guys we went there.
Sometimes I would kill to just pee outside or write my name in the snow.
Is that too much to ask?
I know that there are devices for women so that they can pee like a man. But apparently they don't work that well unfortunately.
I cant be the only woman in the world that sometimes wishes she had outdoor plumbing?
OK don't get me wrong I love being a female about 80% of the time. But sometimes there's those weeks that we all hate, and boobs just get in the way, and the male persuasion is being dumb. And you wouldn't mind just switching genders for a day to see how the other one lives
I know quite a few guys who would kill to do that because A- your own boobs. B- usually are not expected to pay for a date. C- boobs.
And for females A- no make up. B- wear whatever you want. C- no catcalling or being sexually objectified.
I was on a date on Valentines Day and a guy I walked by gave me the full look over. Like I was a piece of meat. I didn't see it but the date did.
I do not find being checked out as funny or cute.
Yeah i'm one of those weird girls that would rather be known for my achievements that i've earned for myself rather than the outward appearance I've been given.
That would be nice if the entire world was just feminists and we would just believe in equality of genders. I cant wait for that day...
There was this male Australian anchor that wore the same suit for an entire year, and no one noticed. Just to show how we always focus on the women for how they look.
http://www.cbsnews.com/videos/australian-news-anchor-wears-same-suit-daily-for-a-year-to-prove-point/ - heres the link and thanks Keith for the correction!
If a woman did that she would be ridiculed.
Sorry this is becoming a feminist rant...
But wouldn't it be nice to just spend the day in the other genders body. I personally would like that a lot!
And contrary to popular belief I do like being a woman.
I have plenty of strong female role models in my family and in my life whom I look up to.
Shout out to my mom, sister, girl cousins, aunts, grandmas and all the other females i'm related to!
Women are wonderful beautiful creatures. We can do amazing things. Boobs are fun. Sundresses are great things. So are jeans and yoga pants. We can have more fun style wise then men in some ways but that also means we come under some criticism, which we can usually handle.
High heels are great for confidence and so is red lipstick.
Boots are so sweet and flip flops just scream summer.
I like to be seen as a woman, an equal gender to men. We have our flaws and strengths just as men do. That does not make either of us lesser or greater than the other.
I believe that if we can see each other as equals we will live in a much better of society.
So I will hope for a greater more equal tomorrow.
Sometimes I would kill to just pee outside or write my name in the snow.
Is that too much to ask?
I know that there are devices for women so that they can pee like a man. But apparently they don't work that well unfortunately.
I cant be the only woman in the world that sometimes wishes she had outdoor plumbing?
OK don't get me wrong I love being a female about 80% of the time. But sometimes there's those weeks that we all hate, and boobs just get in the way, and the male persuasion is being dumb. And you wouldn't mind just switching genders for a day to see how the other one lives
I know quite a few guys who would kill to do that because A- your own boobs. B- usually are not expected to pay for a date. C- boobs.
And for females A- no make up. B- wear whatever you want. C- no catcalling or being sexually objectified.
I was on a date on Valentines Day and a guy I walked by gave me the full look over. Like I was a piece of meat. I didn't see it but the date did.
I do not find being checked out as funny or cute.
Yeah i'm one of those weird girls that would rather be known for my achievements that i've earned for myself rather than the outward appearance I've been given.
That would be nice if the entire world was just feminists and we would just believe in equality of genders. I cant wait for that day...
There was this male Australian anchor that wore the same suit for an entire year, and no one noticed. Just to show how we always focus on the women for how they look.
http://www.cbsnews.com/videos/australian-news-anchor-wears-same-suit-daily-for-a-year-to-prove-point/ - heres the link and thanks Keith for the correction!
If a woman did that she would be ridiculed.
Sorry this is becoming a feminist rant...
But wouldn't it be nice to just spend the day in the other genders body. I personally would like that a lot!
And contrary to popular belief I do like being a woman.
I have plenty of strong female role models in my family and in my life whom I look up to.
Shout out to my mom, sister, girl cousins, aunts, grandmas and all the other females i'm related to!
Women are wonderful beautiful creatures. We can do amazing things. Boobs are fun. Sundresses are great things. So are jeans and yoga pants. We can have more fun style wise then men in some ways but that also means we come under some criticism, which we can usually handle.
High heels are great for confidence and so is red lipstick.
Boots are so sweet and flip flops just scream summer.
I like to be seen as a woman, an equal gender to men. We have our flaws and strengths just as men do. That does not make either of us lesser or greater than the other.
I believe that if we can see each other as equals we will live in a much better of society.
So I will hope for a greater more equal tomorrow.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
The little things
In my 21 years and almost 2 months of life I've found that actions speak louder than words sometimes.
Don't get me wrong, words are still powerful in the aspect of laws, regulations and all that good governmental work.
Plus who could forget literature?!?
The best words are found in the depths of a Maya Angelou piece personally!
But anyways!
Sure we can promise to the moon and back that were going to do something, but if you don't do what you promised, wheres the worth of your words?
If you promise to do something for a friend say go to their band concert, and then don't show up. You've lost their trust.
Someone can spout words about change and wonderful fantasies, but if nothing happens were screwed.
Action.
Doing something for once.
I think for the first time i've realized the power of action.
Honeyed words mean nothing when a person doesn't show up or put the work in.
But going out of your way to accomplish something or to make someones day will always mean more.
Anyone can write a text that will suffice.
Not everyone can do what is needed to be done.
I've been in situations where a person promised to be there and then I was let down.
So now I don't believe until I have concrete proof.
The little actions done by people to show commitment, that's what we should be doing.
Don't tell her you love her via text.
Show up at her door at the end of hard day and sit with her and let her know you are there.
We've lost the value of being present. Giving your time rather than your words.
Whatever happened to classic ideals?
Going out of your way to be with someone.
Making time for a person instead of putting them off like an unwanted piece of homework.
Doing something nice just for the love of it. Not looking for a reward.
Doing more than the bare minimum.
Writing notes and letters to tell people that they are on your mind.
Thats what sparked this guys... Alex left me a note on my car. And it was a simple little note scrawled on a piece of paper. But it made my day.
Little things like that will always mean more to me than anything else.
Don't get me wrong, words are still powerful in the aspect of laws, regulations and all that good governmental work.
Plus who could forget literature?!?
The best words are found in the depths of a Maya Angelou piece personally!
But anyways!
Sure we can promise to the moon and back that were going to do something, but if you don't do what you promised, wheres the worth of your words?
If you promise to do something for a friend say go to their band concert, and then don't show up. You've lost their trust.
Someone can spout words about change and wonderful fantasies, but if nothing happens were screwed.
Action.
Doing something for once.
I think for the first time i've realized the power of action.
Honeyed words mean nothing when a person doesn't show up or put the work in.
But going out of your way to accomplish something or to make someones day will always mean more.
Anyone can write a text that will suffice.
Not everyone can do what is needed to be done.
I've been in situations where a person promised to be there and then I was let down.
So now I don't believe until I have concrete proof.
The little actions done by people to show commitment, that's what we should be doing.
Don't tell her you love her via text.
Show up at her door at the end of hard day and sit with her and let her know you are there.
We've lost the value of being present. Giving your time rather than your words.
Whatever happened to classic ideals?
Going out of your way to be with someone.
Making time for a person instead of putting them off like an unwanted piece of homework.
Doing something nice just for the love of it. Not looking for a reward.
Doing more than the bare minimum.
Writing notes and letters to tell people that they are on your mind.
Thats what sparked this guys... Alex left me a note on my car. And it was a simple little note scrawled on a piece of paper. But it made my day.
Little things like that will always mean more to me than anything else.
Keep my distance
Break ups.
Are freaking hard.
Recently I've had a few friends go through some nasty break ups.
And all I can ever say is that it will get better.
Its a dark time right now but I promise this will pass.
I tried to keep my distance from everyone because all I could think and talk about was my break up. And in a way you should do that. Just try to focus on yourself but also know that your friends are there for you too.
Maybe only confide in a few people instead of the general population about your feelings.
And you'll feel like the entire world is trying to eat you alive.
And that's just not the case.
You just haven't seen the sunshine yet
What most cannot see after their break up is that you are better off because of it.
There was a reason this person was in your life and there's a reason they are no longer in your life.
People come in and out of your life and stay for varying amounts of time and mean different things to you.
It was just their time to go.
This person meant something to you and its OK to miss them.
BUT
Someday you'll be sitting minding your own business and that piece of your heart where they used to live wont hurt anymore when you think about them.
And it'll be like this light has shown down from the heavens and this burden has been lifted off your shoulders.
That part of your life is over.
The memories wont hurt so much and everything will just be a previous chapter that has been read and now you have moved onto the next exciting chapter.
You no longer have the excuse that you are not ready for something just because you are getting over your ex.
Because right then you no longer have an excuse as to why you cant be happy.
All those quotes you looked up on Pinterest about heartbreak and finding love again will finally hit.
That song that used to remind you of them and you used to break down in tears to, wont affect you anymore.
The song Over You by Ingrid Michaelson featuring Great Big World was the one for me. If you can get through that song with out feeling anything about that person, you are officially over them. That's the test for me.
So to all my lonely hearts, the broken hearted, the ones that have given up hope on a brighter tomorrow and those that think they lost it all.
I say, try one more time.
When the world tells you not to do something, ask "why not?"
And then further down the road you'll maybe someday meet someone that'll make you realize why it never worked out with the last person.
And that will be your "why not?"
Its a dark time right now but I promise this will pass.
I tried to keep my distance from everyone because all I could think and talk about was my break up. And in a way you should do that. Just try to focus on yourself but also know that your friends are there for you too.
Maybe only confide in a few people instead of the general population about your feelings.
And you'll feel like the entire world is trying to eat you alive.
And that's just not the case.
You just haven't seen the sunshine yet
What most cannot see after their break up is that you are better off because of it.
There was a reason this person was in your life and there's a reason they are no longer in your life.
People come in and out of your life and stay for varying amounts of time and mean different things to you.
It was just their time to go.
This person meant something to you and its OK to miss them.
BUT
Someday you'll be sitting minding your own business and that piece of your heart where they used to live wont hurt anymore when you think about them.
And it'll be like this light has shown down from the heavens and this burden has been lifted off your shoulders.
That part of your life is over.
The memories wont hurt so much and everything will just be a previous chapter that has been read and now you have moved onto the next exciting chapter.
You no longer have the excuse that you are not ready for something just because you are getting over your ex.
Because right then you no longer have an excuse as to why you cant be happy.
All those quotes you looked up on Pinterest about heartbreak and finding love again will finally hit.
That song that used to remind you of them and you used to break down in tears to, wont affect you anymore.
The song Over You by Ingrid Michaelson featuring Great Big World was the one for me. If you can get through that song with out feeling anything about that person, you are officially over them. That's the test for me.
So to all my lonely hearts, the broken hearted, the ones that have given up hope on a brighter tomorrow and those that think they lost it all.
I say, try one more time.
When the world tells you not to do something, ask "why not?"
And then further down the road you'll maybe someday meet someone that'll make you realize why it never worked out with the last person.
And that will be your "why not?"
Monday, February 16, 2015
"We're like two perfect marshmallow potatoes"
I always find it fascinating on how a person describes their significant other.
My friend Martha who is in band with me and is a tuba player described herself and her boyfriend as the title of this blog.
Marshmallow Potatoes.
Just let that sink in.
I'm not exactly sure how to process it but I thought that was so funny and adorable.
I've never really been the type to give a significant other a nickname.
I like their name and I don't really like having a nickname either. Unless its Jules and that's only reserved for special people. Not everyone can call me Jules. I'm particular if you haven't figured it out yet.
My brothers best friend Mitch for a while was dating this girl and they had nicknames. One I believe was ducky.
It was odd.
But I like my name and I don't understand when people try to shorten my lovely name.
It is Julia.
Pronounced with three syllables.
So Jew- lee- ah
NOT Jool - yah.
Ya'll are lazy if you think you can get away with my name in two syllables versus the normal three.
I had a co worker over the summer that thought it would be funny to just call me J.
That's right i'm talking about you Burton!
No my name is not J.
Apparently girls with names that start with B are often called just B.
AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NEVER CALL ME JULIE.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when people call me Julie.
I don't understand this whole nickname shindig.
And i'll never be that girl to give the poor fella an embarrassing nickname like Ducky.
Like really Ducky?!
Couldn't they have a better name like a variation on their original name.
We call him Mitchypoo but that's just us.
Gotta love Mitchypoo!
AND I WENT TO THE GYM AGAIN TODAY!
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Maybe I'll talk about butts...
So being a daily blogger sometimes it can be hard to think of topics to write about that are not redundant and are actually interesting to people, besides me.
Sometimes I just hit a wall.
And sometimes i'm on a roll.
And sometimes i'm actually funny.
And sometimes i'm depressed and sad.
And sometimes I have to keep it PG because many family members read this blog and I cant go off on a rant with a billion curse words.
Even though some days i'd like to use the full gamut of words.
And I cant talk negatively really about anyone i'm friends with on Facebook because they might read it and then where would we be?
So suffice to say, sometimes the pool of topics is smaller than usual.
I'm left with quirky experiences, celebrities, random rants and teachers that cant teach or that I see outside of school.
Today I was asking a few people what I should write about.
Alex suggested butts.
That's right butts...
So here we go world!
Butts are funny things.
I personally think I have a good butt.
Little man butts are funny and adorable.
I feel bad for people that don't have butts or are disproportionate.
Like a girl that has a massive rack and no butt or vise versa.
I like big butts and I cannot lie!
Cause men like a little more booty to hold at night!
Have you noticed how much of our culture seems to be revolving around butts?
We like big butts now.
Half the reason Iggy Azealia is famous is because of her butt.
But yes butts are fun.
And this was one of the weirdest blogs I've ever written...
Sometimes I just hit a wall.
And sometimes i'm on a roll.
And sometimes i'm actually funny.
And sometimes i'm depressed and sad.
And sometimes I have to keep it PG because many family members read this blog and I cant go off on a rant with a billion curse words.
Even though some days i'd like to use the full gamut of words.
And I cant talk negatively really about anyone i'm friends with on Facebook because they might read it and then where would we be?
So suffice to say, sometimes the pool of topics is smaller than usual.
I'm left with quirky experiences, celebrities, random rants and teachers that cant teach or that I see outside of school.
Today I was asking a few people what I should write about.
Alex suggested butts.
That's right butts...
So here we go world!
Butts are funny things.
I personally think I have a good butt.
Little man butts are funny and adorable.
I feel bad for people that don't have butts or are disproportionate.
Like a girl that has a massive rack and no butt or vise versa.
I like big butts and I cannot lie!
Cause men like a little more booty to hold at night!
Have you noticed how much of our culture seems to be revolving around butts?
We like big butts now.
Half the reason Iggy Azealia is famous is because of her butt.
But yes butts are fun.
And this was one of the weirdest blogs I've ever written...
Valentines Day
So my Valentines Day started at 6 am when I woke up.
I finally got up at 6:30.
And got out the door around 8:20 to the board meeting retreat to take pictures for my final project for media production.
Every single person there was wonderful and lovely and wanted to get to know me, the freaking photographer/ media student that is doing a documentary.
They were all fantastic!
Then I came home and relaxed for a few hours before I freaked out about what I was going to wear on my date! EEEK!
Which if you didn't read until the bottom of Singing Valentines (shame on you!) you wouldn't have seen the last two lines saying I had a date. So this is new news!
The roommate can attest to the true amount of hot mess I was emanating yesterday.
It took me a good hour to get dressed!
The roommate literally dug through my closet and picked out outfit after outfit.
You know how when you are really excited and nervous for a date and you cannot find anything to wear even though there is an entire wardrobe to comb through.
Yeah that was me...
Thank god the roommate is so patient or i'm pretty sure she would have killed me.
An hour later I finally had an outfit. Threw the mop of hair up in a bun, went out to dinner with the roommate as our Valentines Day date, and then got a drink with the man.
His name is Alex just so you all know. The family and friends can all stalk now because there are pictures to prove I actually went on a date and didn't make him and the whole bit up.
I think now that some holidays are ruined because there is so much hype and so many expectations that go along with it.
That you need to make it the biggest most romantic extravagant evening ever!
But really sometimes the simpler the better.
This was our first date so I didn't expect anything at all, and I didn't want anything as well.
I just wanted to enjoy the evening with him.
So if you think having your first date on Valentines Day is daunting, don't think of it that way.
Just think of it as another day to get to know someone new.
I totally forgot it was Valentines Day and how everyone else is making these huge proclamations of love.
I hate how fake and over hyped Valentines Day has become so just doing something different was a breathe of fresh air.
I left little envelopes with hearts cut out that had things that I loved about her on them for the roommate around the apartment. And she left me a scavenger of candy with little notes. Plus we went out on dinner date!
But mine was spent simply and I loved that.I went and got a glass wine with the man. Mine a Riesling white wine and his a Sauvignon Blanc. This is an odd occurrence because most people in Colorado love their beer and such. Then we just got to know each other better.
I'm ready for date #2!
I finally got up at 6:30.
And got out the door around 8:20 to the board meeting retreat to take pictures for my final project for media production.
Every single person there was wonderful and lovely and wanted to get to know me, the freaking photographer/ media student that is doing a documentary.
They were all fantastic!
Then I came home and relaxed for a few hours before I freaked out about what I was going to wear on my date! EEEK!
Which if you didn't read until the bottom of Singing Valentines (shame on you!) you wouldn't have seen the last two lines saying I had a date. So this is new news!
The roommate can attest to the true amount of hot mess I was emanating yesterday.
It took me a good hour to get dressed!
The roommate literally dug through my closet and picked out outfit after outfit.
You know how when you are really excited and nervous for a date and you cannot find anything to wear even though there is an entire wardrobe to comb through.
Yeah that was me...
Thank god the roommate is so patient or i'm pretty sure she would have killed me.
An hour later I finally had an outfit. Threw the mop of hair up in a bun, went out to dinner with the roommate as our Valentines Day date, and then got a drink with the man.
His name is Alex just so you all know. The family and friends can all stalk now because there are pictures to prove I actually went on a date and didn't make him and the whole bit up.
I think now that some holidays are ruined because there is so much hype and so many expectations that go along with it.
That you need to make it the biggest most romantic extravagant evening ever!
But really sometimes the simpler the better.
This was our first date so I didn't expect anything at all, and I didn't want anything as well.
I just wanted to enjoy the evening with him.
So if you think having your first date on Valentines Day is daunting, don't think of it that way.
Just think of it as another day to get to know someone new.
I totally forgot it was Valentines Day and how everyone else is making these huge proclamations of love.
I hate how fake and over hyped Valentines Day has become so just doing something different was a breathe of fresh air.
I left little envelopes with hearts cut out that had things that I loved about her on them for the roommate around the apartment. And she left me a scavenger of candy with little notes. Plus we went out on dinner date!
But mine was spent simply and I loved that.I went and got a glass wine with the man. Mine a Riesling white wine and his a Sauvignon Blanc. This is an odd occurrence because most people in Colorado love their beer and such. Then we just got to know each other better.
I'm ready for date #2!
Friday, February 13, 2015
And I will not be afraid of your scars
We all have scars.
Whether they be emotional or legitimate scars.
I have both.
Most people have both.
Or at least epic people have both.
But I think we forget sometimes that other people have scars too.
That other people come with baggage just like us.
That each of us at sometime or another has had our heart broken.
But what I've learned over these past few months is to not be afraid of the scars.
They show character. They show strength.
There's a quote that says "Never be ashamed of a scar. It simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you."
And I've found that this is a good way to look at scars.
You are stronger than the force that tried to hurt you.
And I've found in order to accept myself fully I too have to accept my scars.
The deep emotional ones that are healing with each passing day or the physical ones that I've had for just about my entire life that grow and fade with the years but are still present.
I think that true love is being able to accept someone for all their scars and their history whether it be a fairy tale or not.
Maybe i'm in this deep methodical mood about love because valentines day is tomorrow, and I've revamped how I think about love and what a happily ever after looks like entirely in the past few months.
If you haven't read my opinion piece for the Indy about love and happily ever afters, you need to!
I have found indicators on whether or not a relationship will work out.
The first is if he or she automatically starts a conversation or early in the conversation says something about how hot you are, that's a red flag.
The will only ever see you as a piece of ass and not as a real person.
If they actually want to get to know you and don't say anything about your appearance for a really long time, that's a good sign.
Because believe it or not but conversations solely about each others appearance get really boring really quick.
But intelligent conversations can go for days.
So my wish for you my dear blog reader, whomever you may be or wherever you are reading this, find someone that is up to your standards.
Don't settle for something that is easy.
Because who wants to listen to an easy love story.
We love the ones that are dramatic and full of ups and downs.
If love was so easy we'd just end up with the person we first fell in love with, and that's no fun if there isn't a back story and luggage and scars to the characters.
So have a complicated love story dear reader.
Also, FEEL BETTER MORMOR! I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE HAVING YOUR BROWN EYES AND YOU ARE THE BEST !
Whether they be emotional or legitimate scars.
I have both.
Most people have both.
Or at least epic people have both.
But I think we forget sometimes that other people have scars too.
That other people come with baggage just like us.
That each of us at sometime or another has had our heart broken.
But what I've learned over these past few months is to not be afraid of the scars.
They show character. They show strength.
There's a quote that says "Never be ashamed of a scar. It simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you."
And I've found that this is a good way to look at scars.
You are stronger than the force that tried to hurt you.
And I've found in order to accept myself fully I too have to accept my scars.
The deep emotional ones that are healing with each passing day or the physical ones that I've had for just about my entire life that grow and fade with the years but are still present.
I think that true love is being able to accept someone for all their scars and their history whether it be a fairy tale or not.
Maybe i'm in this deep methodical mood about love because valentines day is tomorrow, and I've revamped how I think about love and what a happily ever after looks like entirely in the past few months.
If you haven't read my opinion piece for the Indy about love and happily ever afters, you need to!
I have found indicators on whether or not a relationship will work out.
The first is if he or she automatically starts a conversation or early in the conversation says something about how hot you are, that's a red flag.
The will only ever see you as a piece of ass and not as a real person.
If they actually want to get to know you and don't say anything about your appearance for a really long time, that's a good sign.
Because believe it or not but conversations solely about each others appearance get really boring really quick.
But intelligent conversations can go for days.
So my wish for you my dear blog reader, whomever you may be or wherever you are reading this, find someone that is up to your standards.
Don't settle for something that is easy.
Because who wants to listen to an easy love story.
We love the ones that are dramatic and full of ups and downs.
If love was so easy we'd just end up with the person we first fell in love with, and that's no fun if there isn't a back story and luggage and scars to the characters.
So have a complicated love story dear reader.
Also, FEEL BETTER MORMOR! I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE HAVING YOUR BROWN EYES AND YOU ARE THE BEST !
Singing Valentines
So the FLC choir had this genius and I mean genius idea to raise money for their Italy trip.
Singing Valentines!
Not only did you pay someone to go to a classroom and embarrass your crush/ significant other or in my case roommate, but how cute is that?
So the roommate and I initially planned to send them to each other.
And then I found out she wasn't going to be in the class most likely on Friday which was when i was going to send it.
And apparently she has cute stuff planned for me which is exciting.
And I have ideas.
I have a love/hate relationship with valentines day.
I love the happily ever after aspect and appreciating those you love.
But I hate the over the top displays of adoration.
Like in high school when all the beautiful and popular girls got massive bouquets of roses or ginormous teddy bears.
Like what one of my professors said for a similar situation "its like a pissing contest".
Who can outdo the other guy?
Who is the best and spoiling their current significant other?
And in a few weeks or months their relationship will probably be swept under the rug and on to another. Their declarations of love forgotten.
Whatever happened to genuine displays of love and not a massive pissing contest?
Heartfelt love letters and poems. Where did those go?
My parents last year went and had a picnic in the park with a pair of owls they love that they had been watching for weeks.
They'll be married for 28 years on May 28th of this year which will be their golden anniversary I guess!
Because they are just adorable like that.
Or also last year both siblings were recently single and spent it together going to Arbys and then I believe Target.
Which has totally flip flopped since this year i'm single and they are both in relationships, again.
Whatever, this Valentines Day is going to be low-key and not stressful.
I'm fine with where I am in life and my relationships.
Its comfortable and peaceful.
So bring it on Valentines Day.
Its not singles awareness day for me this year because i'm not bitter about being alone.
However, I do have a date!
Eek!
Singing Valentines!
Not only did you pay someone to go to a classroom and embarrass your crush/ significant other or in my case roommate, but how cute is that?
So the roommate and I initially planned to send them to each other.
And then I found out she wasn't going to be in the class most likely on Friday which was when i was going to send it.
And apparently she has cute stuff planned for me which is exciting.
And I have ideas.
I have a love/hate relationship with valentines day.
I love the happily ever after aspect and appreciating those you love.
But I hate the over the top displays of adoration.
Like in high school when all the beautiful and popular girls got massive bouquets of roses or ginormous teddy bears.
Like what one of my professors said for a similar situation "its like a pissing contest".
Who can outdo the other guy?
Who is the best and spoiling their current significant other?
And in a few weeks or months their relationship will probably be swept under the rug and on to another. Their declarations of love forgotten.
Whatever happened to genuine displays of love and not a massive pissing contest?
Heartfelt love letters and poems. Where did those go?
My parents last year went and had a picnic in the park with a pair of owls they love that they had been watching for weeks.
They'll be married for 28 years on May 28th of this year which will be their golden anniversary I guess!
Because they are just adorable like that.
Or also last year both siblings were recently single and spent it together going to Arbys and then I believe Target.
Which has totally flip flopped since this year i'm single and they are both in relationships, again.
Whatever, this Valentines Day is going to be low-key and not stressful.
I'm fine with where I am in life and my relationships.
Its comfortable and peaceful.
So bring it on Valentines Day.
Its not singles awareness day for me this year because i'm not bitter about being alone.
However, I do have a date!
Eek!
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Fuzzy Little Man Peach
So my good friend KC made me laugh harder than I've laughed in probably the last few weeks.
With these four words.
Fuzzy little man peach.
And that's what I was trying to remember the other day!
It was on Monday just after I had finished dying whilst running on the track.
I was talking to her about the guy.
And she used it to refer to him.
And it was just too perfect.
Because I suddenly imagined the guy as a sweet soft fuzzy little peach with a man face.
And I laughed so hard I was chuckling. Literally couldn't stop laughing with how funny I found it.
Now I have this bad habit of if I find something funny, i'm one of those people that laughs too long and cant stop. Its a bit embarrassing but there's little I can do about it!
Fuzzy little man peach man used to be a sort of romantic interest so now that hes out of the picture, the roommate, KC and I are back to being the bad ass single ladies once again!
Because were the three best friends that anyone could have!
And Valentines day is coming up so the roommate and I are trying to find another Fuzzy Little Man Peach 2.0 for miss KC.
Absolutely gorgeous girl that is pretty freaking strong and absolutely hilarious.
Plus shes bilingual, has a jedi braid and shes friends with me!
And today I actually went to power abs again.
And at parts I still felt like a whale out of water, but at least i'm going!
I also fell asleep in band because Dr. Reed decided to have a listening day where we just listened to some awesome pieces of music he played in previous ensembles.
And it was so pretty that I decided to close my eyes... and I fell asleep.
In band, next to Kristina.
This seems to be a reoccurring theme.
Me accidentally falling asleep in places.
Another cool thing that happened today was that I had sent my artist the link to her video I did of her. And she shared it on her Facebook profile. Currently its up to 659 views and counting. Plus 27 comments about how wonderful my artist is and some about the work that I did.
Suffice it to say after a long day like today there's nothing quite like reading all those comments about how well you did. All those hours in the lab paid off and everyone loves it.
Now all I have to do is wait until Friday for the wrath and critique of Stacey Sotosky...
With these four words.
Fuzzy little man peach.
And that's what I was trying to remember the other day!
It was on Monday just after I had finished dying whilst running on the track.
I was talking to her about the guy.
And she used it to refer to him.
And it was just too perfect.
Because I suddenly imagined the guy as a sweet soft fuzzy little peach with a man face.
And I laughed so hard I was chuckling. Literally couldn't stop laughing with how funny I found it.
Now I have this bad habit of if I find something funny, i'm one of those people that laughs too long and cant stop. Its a bit embarrassing but there's little I can do about it!
Fuzzy little man peach man used to be a sort of romantic interest so now that hes out of the picture, the roommate, KC and I are back to being the bad ass single ladies once again!
Because were the three best friends that anyone could have!
And Valentines day is coming up so the roommate and I are trying to find another Fuzzy Little Man Peach 2.0 for miss KC.
Absolutely gorgeous girl that is pretty freaking strong and absolutely hilarious.
Plus shes bilingual, has a jedi braid and shes friends with me!
And today I actually went to power abs again.
And at parts I still felt like a whale out of water, but at least i'm going!
I also fell asleep in band because Dr. Reed decided to have a listening day where we just listened to some awesome pieces of music he played in previous ensembles.
And it was so pretty that I decided to close my eyes... and I fell asleep.
In band, next to Kristina.
This seems to be a reoccurring theme.
Me accidentally falling asleep in places.
Another cool thing that happened today was that I had sent my artist the link to her video I did of her. And she shared it on her Facebook profile. Currently its up to 659 views and counting. Plus 27 comments about how wonderful my artist is and some about the work that I did.
Suffice it to say after a long day like today there's nothing quite like reading all those comments about how well you did. All those hours in the lab paid off and everyone loves it.
Now all I have to do is wait until Friday for the wrath and critique of Stacey Sotosky...
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Hungry Hungry Hippos
So if you don't know what the game hungry hungry hippos is we cant be friends.
Ever.
It was one of my favorite games growing up because all three of the Volzke children could play it.
And I hardly ever won because Owen and Claire are super competitive and I never wanted to get in on that.
But I never won at hungry hungry hippos.
And today I didn't realize how long i'd be at school so I only brought 2 snacks.
Bad life choices right there.
Assuming I had enough snacks.
Well I sort of forgot about finishing editing my video which always takes way longer than expected.
So I ate my last snack around 3. And I was ravenous by 6.
I finally went home around 7 and ate just about anything i could get my hands on.
And I felt like a fat happy hippo.
No longer hungry.
Oh a side note
THE FIRST COPY OF THE INDEPENDENT CAME OUT TODAY AND I WROTE THE LETTER FROM THE EDITOR BECAUSE I'M COOL!!
Sorry I got that all off my chest so were good now.
I'm just very excited because I love what I wrote, and there are long branch runes that were accepted by the whole of Scandinavia in the 10th century and they spell out my full name.
Because i'm cool that's why!
And i'm Swedish.
And I first experienced runes whilst doing Swedish stuff.
Not in the Lord of the Rings like everyone else
And on the tombstones of the parents in Frozen, they have runes written on them.
So cool!
So moral of this story.
Always bring more snack then you need.
And runes are cool.
And Mike is excited for 50 shades of Grey to come out.....
Ever.
It was one of my favorite games growing up because all three of the Volzke children could play it.
And I hardly ever won because Owen and Claire are super competitive and I never wanted to get in on that.
But I never won at hungry hungry hippos.
And today I didn't realize how long i'd be at school so I only brought 2 snacks.
Bad life choices right there.
Assuming I had enough snacks.
Well I sort of forgot about finishing editing my video which always takes way longer than expected.
So I ate my last snack around 3. And I was ravenous by 6.
I finally went home around 7 and ate just about anything i could get my hands on.
And I felt like a fat happy hippo.
No longer hungry.
Oh a side note
THE FIRST COPY OF THE INDEPENDENT CAME OUT TODAY AND I WROTE THE LETTER FROM THE EDITOR BECAUSE I'M COOL!!
Sorry I got that all off my chest so were good now.
I'm just very excited because I love what I wrote, and there are long branch runes that were accepted by the whole of Scandinavia in the 10th century and they spell out my full name.
Because i'm cool that's why!
And i'm Swedish.
And I first experienced runes whilst doing Swedish stuff.
Not in the Lord of the Rings like everyone else
And on the tombstones of the parents in Frozen, they have runes written on them.
So cool!
So moral of this story.
Always bring more snack then you need.
And runes are cool.
And Mike is excited for 50 shades of Grey to come out.....
Monday, February 9, 2015
The awkward two finger acknowledgement wave
So just so were clear, i'm a very friendly awkward person in general.
And I couldn't think of a better title without it sounding too pretentious.
So it will just have it be an embarrassing or I guess slightly embarrassing moment from today.
So I had a very productive day.
I went to my first two classes, ran to a band concert that went pretty swimmingly, ran to another class, and worked on my video.
And then just as I was deciding on whether or not I was going to make up an excuse on why I couldn't make it to the gym with KC, I remembered I left my hummus in the vortex band fridge. Walked over there and as I was eating I decided I was a fat lump of lard and that I actually should go to the gym.
So I actually went, and let me tell you right now even though i'm hobbling around, its a good hobbling around hurt.
We went to power abs which is taught by my friend Mae who used to be in band and play bassoon, but now shes an athletic trainer and kicking ass there!
And since I was in a very productive spirit I decided to go to the store, so i just switched out my sweaty gym shirt for my shirt I was wearing all day.
I only needed a few items and I didn't think I looked too disheveled so I ran in to get those.
And you know karma.
You see everyone when you look like crap.
And no one when you look put together.
Well karma decided to strike in the form of my Spanish professor.
Now to some, now me let me just clarify, but to some females, he is considered "hot". Don't get me wrong hes a young a cute professor but not really my type.
I remember I had him for Spanish his first semester he was in Durango, and he bought his first pair of snow boots and he was so proud of them. If there was even a slight chance of snow or cold weather he'd be tromping around in his big boy snow boots.
So i'm rushing through, and I see him in his gym clothes as well.
Shorts and all.
In this very mild February.
And i'm running around in my gym shorts that have WILDCATS on the ass.
We give each other the awkward 2 finger acknowledgment wave.
Like were secretly saying "I see you but I really wish I didn't and I hope to god this never happens again and its never brought up."
So suffice to say, I was done after that and quickly checked out so that there was little chance to see him every again
On a side note my final project for video production is coming along just peachy keen.
Which reminds me of this funny thing KC called her man friend today. Like her little ball of fuzzy peach man. Something like that. I'll have to ask and i'll let you know what it is.
Anyways, so the story continues for video production. The artist I was working with Mary Lou Murray got me the contact info for the people i want to use in my final documentary film.
And they are just amazing. They have this organization where they raise money to build schools in Myanmar. And their story is so inspiring and the husband is leaving for a month on march 4th and just their journey sounds like a great subject for my final piece.
Its like how Leslie says "the angels are singing". It really feels like the stars are aligning. I got to talk to the husband today and hes excited about whats to come and they have so much material I can use and they are so open to me which I love.
I feel very blessed to not only have found Mary Lou but that she set me up with such wonderful people with a great story and mission.
So even though I saw my teacher in gym shorts and I was looking like a sweaty hot mess, at least the stars seem to be aligning.
And I could honestly care less about what happens on Valentines Day!
And I couldn't think of a better title without it sounding too pretentious.
So it will just have it be an embarrassing or I guess slightly embarrassing moment from today.
So I had a very productive day.
I went to my first two classes, ran to a band concert that went pretty swimmingly, ran to another class, and worked on my video.
And then just as I was deciding on whether or not I was going to make up an excuse on why I couldn't make it to the gym with KC, I remembered I left my hummus in the vortex band fridge. Walked over there and as I was eating I decided I was a fat lump of lard and that I actually should go to the gym.
So I actually went, and let me tell you right now even though i'm hobbling around, its a good hobbling around hurt.
We went to power abs which is taught by my friend Mae who used to be in band and play bassoon, but now shes an athletic trainer and kicking ass there!
And since I was in a very productive spirit I decided to go to the store, so i just switched out my sweaty gym shirt for my shirt I was wearing all day.
I only needed a few items and I didn't think I looked too disheveled so I ran in to get those.
And you know karma.
You see everyone when you look like crap.
And no one when you look put together.
Well karma decided to strike in the form of my Spanish professor.
Now to some, now me let me just clarify, but to some females, he is considered "hot". Don't get me wrong hes a young a cute professor but not really my type.
I remember I had him for Spanish his first semester he was in Durango, and he bought his first pair of snow boots and he was so proud of them. If there was even a slight chance of snow or cold weather he'd be tromping around in his big boy snow boots.
So i'm rushing through, and I see him in his gym clothes as well.
Shorts and all.
In this very mild February.
And i'm running around in my gym shorts that have WILDCATS on the ass.
We give each other the awkward 2 finger acknowledgment wave.
Like were secretly saying "I see you but I really wish I didn't and I hope to god this never happens again and its never brought up."
So suffice to say, I was done after that and quickly checked out so that there was little chance to see him every again
On a side note my final project for video production is coming along just peachy keen.
Which reminds me of this funny thing KC called her man friend today. Like her little ball of fuzzy peach man. Something like that. I'll have to ask and i'll let you know what it is.
Anyways, so the story continues for video production. The artist I was working with Mary Lou Murray got me the contact info for the people i want to use in my final documentary film.
And they are just amazing. They have this organization where they raise money to build schools in Myanmar. And their story is so inspiring and the husband is leaving for a month on march 4th and just their journey sounds like a great subject for my final piece.
Its like how Leslie says "the angels are singing". It really feels like the stars are aligning. I got to talk to the husband today and hes excited about whats to come and they have so much material I can use and they are so open to me which I love.
I feel very blessed to not only have found Mary Lou but that she set me up with such wonderful people with a great story and mission.
So even though I saw my teacher in gym shorts and I was looking like a sweaty hot mess, at least the stars seem to be aligning.
And I could honestly care less about what happens on Valentines Day!
Working hard or hardly working
Sometimes it amazes me what all I can do in a day.
And somedays it amazes me what all I don't do in a day.
Maybe I just struggle with this whole mortality thing that we all have to deal with.
Or maybe its because my dad is the type of man that hardly ever sits down and if he sees you sitting down he'll suggest you do something.
But getting everything done in a day sometimes can be a challenge.
I heard something where we have 24 hours in a day but were programmed for 25 hours. I don't know that full extent. But the gist I got was that we cram so much in one day that it sometimes spills over into another day.
This whole video production editing process I've certainly learned that it will always take me longer than expected.
Every. Single. Time.
Its an art and not one of those hard and fast things you can just create in a matter of hours.
It takes finesse.
But in the midst of editing yesterday guess who called to do his weekly update.
None other than my dad.
I feel like he misses me so he sometimes just needs to talk to me to feel connected. This is the same with mom. But with mom its mostly me filling her in on my life but with dad its him filling me in on whats going on back home. I think he feels like its his duty to keep me up to date on what all is happening in their world which I immensely appreciate because sometimes I feel like a visitor whenever I come home because I'm not in the know how.
If I ever need to find out a secret, I can usually pry it out of dad.
Like I found out the dirty little secret that my older brother reads my blogs. Which I think is adorable and so unlike him because I would never pin him for the type to read my idle gossip and random rambles. So if you are reading this O, thanks for reading and I love you very much!
But anyways dad was just rambling on and on about life back home. How the family is crazy, and band and Owen moving out.
And after he got all he needed off his chest and filled me in on the very important family gossip he asked about my life.
Well currently as per usual,
The love life is complicated.
School is busy but good.
And I miss being home.
But there's that saying that says, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
I've definitely felt that because I only get to see my wonderful group of crazies every so often.
But I like being busy. It makes life seem more interesting and like it actually means something.
Like I can conquer anything.
Another thing dad reminded me of last night was how I have this crazy ability to master just about anything I set my mind to. His example is always when I was young probably in kindergarten or younger, I was drug along to a cub scout meeting. They always had crafts and dad the engineer would try to explain it, but come on there were like 10 or more boys who just wanted to hit each other. Well I would pick up what we had to do for the craft and dad would turn around and there I was, this tiny little munchkin of a girl, helping all the boys and teaching them. Me, catching on and teaching at that young of age.
I may not have many excessively incredible talents, but this brain of mine can learn just about anything and once its set in there, I pretty much never forget it.
And somedays it amazes me what all I don't do in a day.
Maybe I just struggle with this whole mortality thing that we all have to deal with.
Or maybe its because my dad is the type of man that hardly ever sits down and if he sees you sitting down he'll suggest you do something.
But getting everything done in a day sometimes can be a challenge.
I heard something where we have 24 hours in a day but were programmed for 25 hours. I don't know that full extent. But the gist I got was that we cram so much in one day that it sometimes spills over into another day.
This whole video production editing process I've certainly learned that it will always take me longer than expected.
Every. Single. Time.
Its an art and not one of those hard and fast things you can just create in a matter of hours.
It takes finesse.
But in the midst of editing yesterday guess who called to do his weekly update.
None other than my dad.
I feel like he misses me so he sometimes just needs to talk to me to feel connected. This is the same with mom. But with mom its mostly me filling her in on my life but with dad its him filling me in on whats going on back home. I think he feels like its his duty to keep me up to date on what all is happening in their world which I immensely appreciate because sometimes I feel like a visitor whenever I come home because I'm not in the know how.
If I ever need to find out a secret, I can usually pry it out of dad.
Like I found out the dirty little secret that my older brother reads my blogs. Which I think is adorable and so unlike him because I would never pin him for the type to read my idle gossip and random rambles. So if you are reading this O, thanks for reading and I love you very much!
But anyways dad was just rambling on and on about life back home. How the family is crazy, and band and Owen moving out.
And after he got all he needed off his chest and filled me in on the very important family gossip he asked about my life.
Well currently as per usual,
The love life is complicated.
School is busy but good.
And I miss being home.
But there's that saying that says, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
I've definitely felt that because I only get to see my wonderful group of crazies every so often.
But I like being busy. It makes life seem more interesting and like it actually means something.
Like I can conquer anything.
Another thing dad reminded me of last night was how I have this crazy ability to master just about anything I set my mind to. His example is always when I was young probably in kindergarten or younger, I was drug along to a cub scout meeting. They always had crafts and dad the engineer would try to explain it, but come on there were like 10 or more boys who just wanted to hit each other. Well I would pick up what we had to do for the craft and dad would turn around and there I was, this tiny little munchkin of a girl, helping all the boys and teaching them. Me, catching on and teaching at that young of age.
I may not have many excessively incredible talents, but this brain of mine can learn just about anything and once its set in there, I pretty much never forget it.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Serendipitous
Sweet serendipity.
When the universe for some odd reason decides to come together into something oddly great. I don't know if that's really the definition of serendipity but that's what my definition is.
Fate
Karma
Juju
Whatever you want to call it.
But today I felt very serendipitous.
So I found this incredible artist to pair with for my project for my dreaded media production class. She is extremely talented and humble which can sometimes be hard to find in artists sometimes. She is literally the easiest person to talk to and to get to know. I was there mind you at her house today for a good hour today taking B roll for my project and she was totally fine with me just filming everything. Like her work is absolutely incredible and yet she still keeps humble about all she has accomplished when in reality I think she should be boasting it from the roof tops. I think we get along so well together because were both old souls and wild spirits.
But I just feel very blessed that I got to work with her and get to know her.
And then after that I was feeling pretty good. Very fulfilled and happy about what i'm going to pull off.
And then I saw a stray dog and tried to save it. I was in an overcoming challenges type of mood and I felt like doing my good deed for the day would be saving this dog from being hit because it was running near 3rd ave which is pretty busy.
And then it barked at me and ran into the street and I wasn't going to risk myself getting bit over a stray dog that I was trying to take home. So he got out of the street and I crawled into my passenger side because I didn't want to provoke him. I will never be one of those people that fights an animal or really another person. I'm just not a fighter in that aspect.
Suffice to say after I didn't feel as good about my place in the world because I couldn't help this dumb dog find its home.
And then its just felt like stars are aligning more in my life more. Things are working out more often than not.
Which feels really good. Like my life is turning around. The light is coming out and the sun is rising.
Do you ever have those moments where life doesn't feel as daunting anymore? Like you can actually do this?
Yeah I felt pretty good about my place for the majority of the day.
I really do hope that damn dog did find its owner however
When the universe for some odd reason decides to come together into something oddly great. I don't know if that's really the definition of serendipity but that's what my definition is.
Fate
Karma
Juju
Whatever you want to call it.
But today I felt very serendipitous.
So I found this incredible artist to pair with for my project for my dreaded media production class. She is extremely talented and humble which can sometimes be hard to find in artists sometimes. She is literally the easiest person to talk to and to get to know. I was there mind you at her house today for a good hour today taking B roll for my project and she was totally fine with me just filming everything. Like her work is absolutely incredible and yet she still keeps humble about all she has accomplished when in reality I think she should be boasting it from the roof tops. I think we get along so well together because were both old souls and wild spirits.
But I just feel very blessed that I got to work with her and get to know her.
And then after that I was feeling pretty good. Very fulfilled and happy about what i'm going to pull off.
And then I saw a stray dog and tried to save it. I was in an overcoming challenges type of mood and I felt like doing my good deed for the day would be saving this dog from being hit because it was running near 3rd ave which is pretty busy.
And then it barked at me and ran into the street and I wasn't going to risk myself getting bit over a stray dog that I was trying to take home. So he got out of the street and I crawled into my passenger side because I didn't want to provoke him. I will never be one of those people that fights an animal or really another person. I'm just not a fighter in that aspect.
Suffice to say after I didn't feel as good about my place in the world because I couldn't help this dumb dog find its home.
And then its just felt like stars are aligning more in my life more. Things are working out more often than not.
Which feels really good. Like my life is turning around. The light is coming out and the sun is rising.
Do you ever have those moments where life doesn't feel as daunting anymore? Like you can actually do this?
Yeah I felt pretty good about my place for the majority of the day.
I really do hope that damn dog did find its owner however
Friday, February 6, 2015
Beautiful day and 1013
I love Colorado.
I'm a Colorado girl through and through and that will never change.
Colorado pride is running through these veins.
But you cant really beat a lovely Colorado day like today. I legitimately enjoyed walking back to my car today. I usually quickly walk but today I sauntered back. Just basking in the glow of the Colorado sun.
Breathing deeply in the fresh air.
You seriously cannot beat a pleasant Colorado day.
I cant wait for summer and spring.
Those sundresses are biting at the reins, if they were actually real and active, to get out of the closet and be worn with a bandeau.
But today I was walking around in pretty much the equivalent to public appropriate pj's. Leggings. My over-sized Blue Knights t-shirt that I love all so much. Probably because those who know what the Blues Knights are, are actually cool. And everyone else just thinks i'm crazy because drum corp seems to weird for them. But whatever its amazing!
And with all of that a pair of toms.
So pretty much pjs and slippers and a beautiful Colorado day!
Cant get better than that!
PLUS ITS FRIDAY!!
AND SOMETHING SUPER EXCITING HAPPENED TODAY!
This blog finally got over 1000 views!
I was up late last night finishing a paper and it was at 994. But when I checked today it was at 1011. And now its at 1013.
I never thought this little idea would ever take off and somehow it has!
The blog with the most page views is First cry of 2015 and WALK THE MOON with 88 views which was posted on January 6th. And then after that we have Finally funny with 71 which was posted on January 4th.
And believe it or not I can see where all the page views are from. Most are in the United States obviously but we have a various amount of other countries around the world.
989 in the United States
11 in Italy
3 in France
2 in Ecuador
2 in Singapore
1 in Costa Rica
1 in Germany
1 in Hungary
1 in Japan
1 in Venezuela
I cant believe it guys! Thanks for staying on for this long. This is the first legitimate resolution i've kept.
Well actually I've kept most of mine this far.
I've been wearing red lipstick pretty much everyday.Which makes me feel so classically gorgeous. Is that weird to say?
And I've focused on taking care of myself and loving who I am. And quite frankly I think this valentines day will be OK because I've made so many new friendships that I don't really feel like i'm alone. If you read my opinion piece that I did for the Indy that was in my last blog you will already know this.
And I have kind of been going to the gym. Still working on that one....
But comment below which one of the blogs has been your favorite and where you are from!
I'm a Colorado girl through and through and that will never change.
Colorado pride is running through these veins.
But you cant really beat a lovely Colorado day like today. I legitimately enjoyed walking back to my car today. I usually quickly walk but today I sauntered back. Just basking in the glow of the Colorado sun.
Breathing deeply in the fresh air.
You seriously cannot beat a pleasant Colorado day.
I cant wait for summer and spring.
Those sundresses are biting at the reins, if they were actually real and active, to get out of the closet and be worn with a bandeau.
But today I was walking around in pretty much the equivalent to public appropriate pj's. Leggings. My over-sized Blue Knights t-shirt that I love all so much. Probably because those who know what the Blues Knights are, are actually cool. And everyone else just thinks i'm crazy because drum corp seems to weird for them. But whatever its amazing!
And with all of that a pair of toms.
So pretty much pjs and slippers and a beautiful Colorado day!
Cant get better than that!
PLUS ITS FRIDAY!!
AND SOMETHING SUPER EXCITING HAPPENED TODAY!
This blog finally got over 1000 views!
I was up late last night finishing a paper and it was at 994. But when I checked today it was at 1011. And now its at 1013.
I never thought this little idea would ever take off and somehow it has!
The blog with the most page views is First cry of 2015 and WALK THE MOON with 88 views which was posted on January 6th. And then after that we have Finally funny with 71 which was posted on January 4th.
And believe it or not I can see where all the page views are from. Most are in the United States obviously but we have a various amount of other countries around the world.
989 in the United States
11 in Italy
3 in France
2 in Ecuador
2 in Singapore
1 in Costa Rica
1 in Germany
1 in Hungary
1 in Japan
1 in Venezuela
I cant believe it guys! Thanks for staying on for this long. This is the first legitimate resolution i've kept.
Well actually I've kept most of mine this far.
I've been wearing red lipstick pretty much everyday.Which makes me feel so classically gorgeous. Is that weird to say?
And I've focused on taking care of myself and loving who I am. And quite frankly I think this valentines day will be OK because I've made so many new friendships that I don't really feel like i'm alone. If you read my opinion piece that I did for the Indy that was in my last blog you will already know this.
And I have kind of been going to the gym. Still working on that one....
But comment below which one of the blogs has been your favorite and where you are from!
Thursday, February 5, 2015
We put this love in a photograph
So Ed Sheeran is up on my list of artists I adore. Taylor Swift will always be at the top, i'm just saying...
She is the queen, and then Beyonce.
Sorry Bey
I love the song Photograph by him in general but there's a version by Peter Hollens and Madilyn Bailey that is absolutely GORGEOUS!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xdF5UietCc
This is it if you want to listen because its wonderful.
But recently I wrote an opinion piece for the Indy about love and relationships. And believe it or not it wasnt scary feminist all that much. I made sure it wasn't before it was posted and it did go through some massive copy edits.
But it was about being happy while being single. How some people decide to maintain multiple meaningful friendships instead of just focusing their all into one person.
It sounds way cooler than what i'm writing about it now.
BUT IF YOU'D LIKE TO READ IT, HERE IT IS!
http://www.theindyonline.com/News/ArtMID/17611/ArticleID/1103341/Is-%E2%80%9CHappily-Ever-After%E2%80%9D-for-Everyone.aspx
Check it out!
But valentines day is a bit of a downer but the roommate and I are probably going to send each other these singing valentines day grams where you pay someone to go sing a certain song to them a few days before valentines day.
And there's this guy who we both have in different classes with that we have a crush on. But were both too shy to actually flirt.
So were going to send the grams to each other in those classes with him.
Roommate problems. Crushing on the same exact guy.
We didn't even plan it!
She just mentioned to me this really hot guy in her class and then I realized I had Facebook stalked him just the day before.
She sees him MWF and I see him T/ TH so we give a *insert name of cute boy that i'm not going to put due to fear we might actually be Facebook friends someday and read this and I don't want him to know its him I was talking about* report everyday.
But anyways I realized how we just sort of idolize this perfect love of being with one other person. And we like to capture little moments that were perfect in a relationship with pictures and hold onto them.
But love can be eternal.
Love can be wonderful.
Love can come in friendship and multiple relationships.
I certainly love a lot of my friends and i'm currently perfectly or well mostly perfectly content with being single. I have a great group of friends and my life is satisfying and not complicated.
Its nice to only have to worry about myself.
Sure I miss having that one person sometimes, but i've nurtured many new friendships so I don't feel as alone.
Its pretty good right now :)
See I told you that I can write happy blogs!
She is the queen, and then Beyonce.
Sorry Bey
I love the song Photograph by him in general but there's a version by Peter Hollens and Madilyn Bailey that is absolutely GORGEOUS!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xdF5UietCc
This is it if you want to listen because its wonderful.
But recently I wrote an opinion piece for the Indy about love and relationships. And believe it or not it wasnt scary feminist all that much. I made sure it wasn't before it was posted and it did go through some massive copy edits.
But it was about being happy while being single. How some people decide to maintain multiple meaningful friendships instead of just focusing their all into one person.
It sounds way cooler than what i'm writing about it now.
BUT IF YOU'D LIKE TO READ IT, HERE IT IS!
http://www.theindyonline.com/News/ArtMID/17611/ArticleID/1103341/Is-%E2%80%9CHappily-Ever-After%E2%80%9D-for-Everyone.aspx
Check it out!
But valentines day is a bit of a downer but the roommate and I are probably going to send each other these singing valentines day grams where you pay someone to go sing a certain song to them a few days before valentines day.
And there's this guy who we both have in different classes with that we have a crush on. But were both too shy to actually flirt.
So were going to send the grams to each other in those classes with him.
Roommate problems. Crushing on the same exact guy.
We didn't even plan it!
She just mentioned to me this really hot guy in her class and then I realized I had Facebook stalked him just the day before.
She sees him MWF and I see him T/ TH so we give a *insert name of cute boy that i'm not going to put due to fear we might actually be Facebook friends someday and read this and I don't want him to know its him I was talking about* report everyday.
But anyways I realized how we just sort of idolize this perfect love of being with one other person. And we like to capture little moments that were perfect in a relationship with pictures and hold onto them.
But love can be eternal.
Love can be wonderful.
Love can come in friendship and multiple relationships.
I certainly love a lot of my friends and i'm currently perfectly or well mostly perfectly content with being single. I have a great group of friends and my life is satisfying and not complicated.
Its nice to only have to worry about myself.
Sure I miss having that one person sometimes, but i've nurtured many new friendships so I don't feel as alone.
Its pretty good right now :)
See I told you that I can write happy blogs!
My teacher got me sick...
So Stacey Sotosky rant #2 of probably many.
She came to class about a week ago,
freshly diagnosed with strep.
AND SHE CAME TO SCHOOL STILL!
she was "THIS CLOSE" to canceling class that day!
AND SHE DIDN'T!
And now a bunch of us are sick. Or at least were blaming it on her as the reason why.
My friend Lainey is sick, i'm feeling under the weather and a bunch of others are blaming her as to why.
Lainey is carrying around a box of tissues. No joke.
But you are not supposed to come to school and expose yourself if you are contagious! Shes a freaking mom, she should know this!
Another thing that was very scarring was that on Wednesday in that class we were learning about cinema verite. Which is some type of film form that she didn't really explain...
She never really explains anything. Ever.
Anyways as a way to show what it is she showed a film done in the like 50's by this guy who pioneered this type of film.
But guess what it was about??
Just guess because I bet you good money you will never guess it.
Now double how weird, awful and awkward it could ever be by 5.
Do you have it yet?!!?
IT WAS CIRCUMCISION!
YEP
About this tribe from Africa and their mass circumcision ceremony!
Like most of the time its done at birth but they do it when they are probably between the ages of 5-10.
I saw at least 10 little boy penis's getting their tips getting cut off! We saw EVERYTHING!
I mean I'm 21 and I'd like to believe that I've gotten over the weirdness of genitalia.
But really?!?
We saw that in the same class where she came in a few days earlier contagious with strep.
Carter, probably one of the most level headed and laid back guys I know, is about to pull out his hair. Its that bad.
If we can all get out of this class with out dying it will be a miracle.
Sorry this has been such an angry blog but I needed to get that out.
Thank you for your time :)
She came to class about a week ago,
freshly diagnosed with strep.
AND SHE CAME TO SCHOOL STILL!
she was "THIS CLOSE" to canceling class that day!
AND SHE DIDN'T!
And now a bunch of us are sick. Or at least were blaming it on her as the reason why.
My friend Lainey is sick, i'm feeling under the weather and a bunch of others are blaming her as to why.
Lainey is carrying around a box of tissues. No joke.
But you are not supposed to come to school and expose yourself if you are contagious! Shes a freaking mom, she should know this!
Another thing that was very scarring was that on Wednesday in that class we were learning about cinema verite. Which is some type of film form that she didn't really explain...
She never really explains anything. Ever.
Anyways as a way to show what it is she showed a film done in the like 50's by this guy who pioneered this type of film.
But guess what it was about??
Just guess because I bet you good money you will never guess it.
Now double how weird, awful and awkward it could ever be by 5.
Do you have it yet?!!?
IT WAS CIRCUMCISION!
YEP
About this tribe from Africa and their mass circumcision ceremony!
Like most of the time its done at birth but they do it when they are probably between the ages of 5-10.
I saw at least 10 little boy penis's getting their tips getting cut off! We saw EVERYTHING!
I mean I'm 21 and I'd like to believe that I've gotten over the weirdness of genitalia.
But really?!?
We saw that in the same class where she came in a few days earlier contagious with strep.
Carter, probably one of the most level headed and laid back guys I know, is about to pull out his hair. Its that bad.
If we can all get out of this class with out dying it will be a miracle.
Sorry this has been such an angry blog but I needed to get that out.
Thank you for your time :)
The wind is the devil when it comes to fashion
So I have this bad habit of wearing flowy skirts on windy days.
I have now learned that I need to wear shorts under said skirts.
I AM NOT GRACEFUL IN THE LEAST!
LIKE AT ALL!
So I don't really understand why I wear skirts.
Because my ideal position to sit in is like a man.
Its hard for me to be a lady for extended periods of time.
Like after a day of being a proper lady with my knees together, I have to come home and put on comfy pants and sit like a man.
I know i'm odd and I don't have the genitalia that makes men sit like that so... yeah....
But i've probably accidentally flashed a majority of the campus. No joke. Like today....
I was wearing a skirt and my backpack does this nasty thing where if its at a certain height it likes to hike up my skirt.
And one time i was closing for appaloosa and there was a gust and this guy was walking by and he giggled.
Like legitimately giggled.
So I don't mean to flash people but I think its because Durango is unaccustomed to women in feminine clothing so when I come out its like all hell breaks loose.
The weather has no idea what to do with me
I like to be feminine and girly so its only natural that I reflect that with my clothing
And unfortunately the Durango weather does not agree with my choice to be feminine.
I like skirts.
Like a lot.
I like skirts.
Like a lot.
I have now learned that I need to wear shorts under said skirts.
I AM NOT GRACEFUL IN THE LEAST!
LIKE AT ALL!
So I don't really understand why I wear skirts.
Because my ideal position to sit in is like a man.
Its hard for me to be a lady for extended periods of time.
Like after a day of being a proper lady with my knees together, I have to come home and put on comfy pants and sit like a man.
I know i'm odd and I don't have the genitalia that makes men sit like that so... yeah....
But i've probably accidentally flashed a majority of the campus. No joke. Like today....
I was wearing a skirt and my backpack does this nasty thing where if its at a certain height it likes to hike up my skirt.
And one time i was closing for appaloosa and there was a gust and this guy was walking by and he giggled.
Like legitimately giggled.
So I don't mean to flash people but I think its because Durango is unaccustomed to women in feminine clothing so when I come out its like all hell breaks loose.
The weather has no idea what to do with me
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
4 snacks are what I need
So if you didn't know, I have to eat pretty much all the time.
Something is wrong if I don't have food, if i am not on my way to eating food, or if i haven't just eaten food.
And I have 8 am classes
Every. Single. Day.
Which can make eating a challenge when you don't really want to drive home just to eat something and drive all the way back.
So my method is to just bring a bunch of snacks and that way I don't have to commit to a full meal at one time.
And I've been playing around with the number that is right for a few weeks.
First it was 1, then 2, even 3.
But 4 snacks keep me happy from when my first class starts at 8:15 on Monday until I get done at 5:30.
So here's what I do.
Its a process to keep me happy through the day because I can turn from a lovely 21 year old woman to a 3 year old toddler just from being hungry in a matter of seconds.
I have a good breakfast that is usually a toad in a hole with a cup of chai.
Make myself a mason jar smoothie, and pack all of my snacks for the day, and head out the door.
The mason jar smoothie is like a second breakfast so I usually drink that part in my first and second class.
I'm always done with it by 10:45. It keeps pretty cold which is good because who wants a warm smoothie. Just so long as I don't loosen the lid.
The next snack is usually the banana with peanut butter which is new because I realized how much I love banana and peanut butter and how portable it can be. Plus it gives me a bit of a boost since its around lunch when I eat it.
Then I usually snack on my Annies cheddar bunnies in my media production class because its a terrible class, and I need something to occupy myself besides falling asleep. I try so hard not to fall asleep but sometimes I just cant help it. Its a dark room with boring material and the chairs arent too bad.
Anyways I finish the bunnies after that class.
Then I eat my hummus and pita chips or triscuts before band. This is also new because I found this great hummus that's like coconut Thai curry hummus and it is magical. Even though Andy is convinced it looks like baby poop.... Whatever its delicious!
And then after band I go home and were home clear.
But yes I like to eat :)
Something is wrong if I don't have food, if i am not on my way to eating food, or if i haven't just eaten food.
And I have 8 am classes
Every. Single. Day.
Which can make eating a challenge when you don't really want to drive home just to eat something and drive all the way back.
So my method is to just bring a bunch of snacks and that way I don't have to commit to a full meal at one time.
And I've been playing around with the number that is right for a few weeks.
First it was 1, then 2, even 3.
But 4 snacks keep me happy from when my first class starts at 8:15 on Monday until I get done at 5:30.
So here's what I do.
Its a process to keep me happy through the day because I can turn from a lovely 21 year old woman to a 3 year old toddler just from being hungry in a matter of seconds.
I have a good breakfast that is usually a toad in a hole with a cup of chai.
Make myself a mason jar smoothie, and pack all of my snacks for the day, and head out the door.
The mason jar smoothie is like a second breakfast so I usually drink that part in my first and second class.
I'm always done with it by 10:45. It keeps pretty cold which is good because who wants a warm smoothie. Just so long as I don't loosen the lid.
The next snack is usually the banana with peanut butter which is new because I realized how much I love banana and peanut butter and how portable it can be. Plus it gives me a bit of a boost since its around lunch when I eat it.
Then I usually snack on my Annies cheddar bunnies in my media production class because its a terrible class, and I need something to occupy myself besides falling asleep. I try so hard not to fall asleep but sometimes I just cant help it. Its a dark room with boring material and the chairs arent too bad.
Anyways I finish the bunnies after that class.
Then I eat my hummus and pita chips or triscuts before band. This is also new because I found this great hummus that's like coconut Thai curry hummus and it is magical. Even though Andy is convinced it looks like baby poop.... Whatever its delicious!
And then after band I go home and were home clear.
But yes I like to eat :)
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Shut Up And Dance With Me!
I think we've all found out by now that I love to dance.
I'm not the most coordinated or graceful by any means.
BUT I enjoy doing it anyways!
When I was younger I did ballet for like 8 years. And that's where it started. Or maybe it was at a Erker wedding...
I don't know where it really started but what I do know is that I was not good at it and it kind of stressed me out because I hate messing up in front of people.
But when I can dance how I please its pretty OK. Anyway last night the group I was with went to various bars and we decided to go to The Underground, which is the Durango equivalent of a club. Not really. Its a tiny dance floor with loud music. But I haven't been able to dance like that for a while.
And when we got there I had only had one drink and I didn't really want to drink more. I usually don't drink that much because A- I feel like I have my wonderful mother whispering in my ear to be safe. B- I go mostly for the experience and not for being drunk. I like to be out and meeting new people more than being smashed. This way if i'm just a little tipsy and not smashed, I still have my wits about me and I can still have fun and not worry about making bad decisions. I'm just a little more free than usual.
Mom. I'm always safe. I promise.
So I was fine. A little less inhibited than usual and ready for some dorky dancing.
I like the group I went with because most of us are not all that great of dancers and we didn't judge if we looked like complete idiots.
Carter in particular I think needed another drink for him to feel comfortable on the dance floor. Which is normal because most guys don't really like to dance.
Mike and his lovely girlfriend Miranda were hilarious.
I just sang along and tried to dance.
I somehow thought it would be a good idea to wear heels... and so it wasn't all that pretty but damn I had fun.
Just letting loose and letting my hair down after a stressful week was exactly what I needed.
Getting to hang out with some old friends and some new.
I think I've found a pretty good group of those over 21 I can go out with now.
Thanks guys for the perfect way to let loose!
I'm not the most coordinated or graceful by any means.
BUT I enjoy doing it anyways!
When I was younger I did ballet for like 8 years. And that's where it started. Or maybe it was at a Erker wedding...
I don't know where it really started but what I do know is that I was not good at it and it kind of stressed me out because I hate messing up in front of people.
But when I can dance how I please its pretty OK. Anyway last night the group I was with went to various bars and we decided to go to The Underground, which is the Durango equivalent of a club. Not really. Its a tiny dance floor with loud music. But I haven't been able to dance like that for a while.
And when we got there I had only had one drink and I didn't really want to drink more. I usually don't drink that much because A- I feel like I have my wonderful mother whispering in my ear to be safe. B- I go mostly for the experience and not for being drunk. I like to be out and meeting new people more than being smashed. This way if i'm just a little tipsy and not smashed, I still have my wits about me and I can still have fun and not worry about making bad decisions. I'm just a little more free than usual.
Mom. I'm always safe. I promise.
So I was fine. A little less inhibited than usual and ready for some dorky dancing.
I like the group I went with because most of us are not all that great of dancers and we didn't judge if we looked like complete idiots.
Carter in particular I think needed another drink for him to feel comfortable on the dance floor. Which is normal because most guys don't really like to dance.
Mike and his lovely girlfriend Miranda were hilarious.
I just sang along and tried to dance.
I somehow thought it would be a good idea to wear heels... and so it wasn't all that pretty but damn I had fun.
Just letting loose and letting my hair down after a stressful week was exactly what I needed.
Getting to hang out with some old friends and some new.
I think I've found a pretty good group of those over 21 I can go out with now.
Thanks guys for the perfect way to let loose!
Snowdown Madness
Snow down in general is just crazy.
Yesterday the roommate and I went to the parade and could barely find a parking spot. I had no idea Durango had that many people!
But if there's one thing I've learned about Durango is everyone loves to dress up. Halloween, Snow down and apparently the rafting festival in the summer is just complete madness. We all love a reason to get a costume and be wild.
Snow down is just one crazy event after another.
There was a hoola hooping contest that our friend Bailey was in.
I cant hoola hoop to save my life and I was napping during then,if you didn't see the picture that the roommate posted of me asleep in my mermaid tail. Here it is if you somehow missed it!
ANYWAYS!
A water slide contest where people for 4 hours tried to go down the water slide at the rec center the most times.
A beer plunge. I mean really its Durango... WE love our beer and home brews more than anything else.
The follies which are short one act plays that are done by both adults and kids. Apparently the adult ones can get a bit raunchy...
I think there was a mattress race.
An oyster eating and shucking contest.
A scavenger hunt which seemed like a ton of fun
And various other random events like pole dancing and drinking competitions...
So suffice to say, Snow Down this year was a lot more fun than last year just because most of the events are 21 and over.
Don't worry mom I was extremely safe!
Until next year Durango!
Yesterday the roommate and I went to the parade and could barely find a parking spot. I had no idea Durango had that many people!
But if there's one thing I've learned about Durango is everyone loves to dress up. Halloween, Snow down and apparently the rafting festival in the summer is just complete madness. We all love a reason to get a costume and be wild.
Snow down is just one crazy event after another.
There was a hoola hooping contest that our friend Bailey was in.
I cant hoola hoop to save my life and I was napping during then,if you didn't see the picture that the roommate posted of me asleep in my mermaid tail. Here it is if you somehow missed it!
Sleeping beauty and the little mermaid right there!
ANYWAYS!
A water slide contest where people for 4 hours tried to go down the water slide at the rec center the most times.
A beer plunge. I mean really its Durango... WE love our beer and home brews more than anything else.
The follies which are short one act plays that are done by both adults and kids. Apparently the adult ones can get a bit raunchy...
I think there was a mattress race.
An oyster eating and shucking contest.
A scavenger hunt which seemed like a ton of fun
And various other random events like pole dancing and drinking competitions...
So suffice to say, Snow Down this year was a lot more fun than last year just because most of the events are 21 and over.
Don't worry mom I was extremely safe!
Until next year Durango!
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