cold turkey
karma is real, and it effects us all in everything we do. we should all just try to do the right thing, keeping in mind it's really for our own benefit and, therefore, selfish in the end. i don't think that makes it wrong, though--simply more basic. self-protection is, after all, survival of the fittest, and there should be no shame in the acknowledgment of such a form of self-respect. this is not to say, of course, that kindness to all and any other trite examples of balance are ONLY for those performing these acts. if for nothing else, kindness can serve as a humbling reminder to the individual(s) receiving said act that it's now his or her turn.
i've found myself saying a lot recently, "oh well...", and not w/the rising inflection of sarcasm i always used to.
i mean, that's still there, too, but...
i've just been surprised by my general feelings of we'll-get-through-this-just-fine...not that it hasn't been wonderful, or even that i'm prepared to give up my moments of bitchiness or [possibly] unnecessary flip-outs. balance inherently means good w/bad. it's just been nice to see some things come full circle...and disappointing to see others drift away...knowing it will all change again tomorrow.
in other, not-so vague news...
1) king kong was a long and drawn out--a la pj (peter jackson)--waste of time, painful in its every moment, excluding those only involving the character development of kong himself (and even then i can't completely vouch for that), culminating in the puking of the toddler sitting next to me. keep in mind we went to the 7:30 showing, i.e. didn't get out until after 11:00. as if i needed another clue the parent sitting next to me was an idiot and should have been sterilized years ago--she had two others w/her--it all became clear about 30 minutes into the flick when the little boy said, "mommy, i'm bored", to which she replied, "well, just look at the tv, and you won't get bored" [sic].
2) i have a large band-aid of waterproof tape and gauze over my right, middle finger, making typing slightly more difficult than normal, er usual. it's covering the crater w/in my fingerprint that was caused by MY pinching it between the lid and box of a piano bench I was sitting on last night. i'll file this away in the "why the fuck did god make this possible, sub. category: stuff your body should not do to itself" folder. i'm serious; there's a large chunk of flesh missing from the pad of my middle finger, and i'm pretty sure the next person to look inside ellen schlaefer's piano bench will find it. (insert csi: columbia teaser footage)
3) i sang this morning (read: 9:30) for one of the usc som auditions...and had flashbacks of the singers that sang the say i auditioned. i thought it went ok, but have received multiple compliments from those that heard me sing, and mostly from people going out of their way to tell me...but the other day, someone else said to me, "hey, i heard you sing the national anthem at one of the women's basketball games over break." she kept walking after that...please note the lack of anything resembling "good job" or even "better luck next time". i thought the night she spoke of went really well. funny how things work.
4) dunn manor feels especially warm and inviting as of late. unfortunately, belvedere feels exceedingly unsafe.
i've found myself saying a lot recently, "oh well...", and not w/the rising inflection of sarcasm i always used to.
i mean, that's still there, too, but...
i've just been surprised by my general feelings of we'll-get-through-this-just-fine...not that it hasn't been wonderful, or even that i'm prepared to give up my moments of bitchiness or [possibly] unnecessary flip-outs. balance inherently means good w/bad. it's just been nice to see some things come full circle...and disappointing to see others drift away...knowing it will all change again tomorrow.
in other, not-so vague news...
1) king kong was a long and drawn out--a la pj (peter jackson)--waste of time, painful in its every moment, excluding those only involving the character development of kong himself (and even then i can't completely vouch for that), culminating in the puking of the toddler sitting next to me. keep in mind we went to the 7:30 showing, i.e. didn't get out until after 11:00. as if i needed another clue the parent sitting next to me was an idiot and should have been sterilized years ago--she had two others w/her--it all became clear about 30 minutes into the flick when the little boy said, "mommy, i'm bored", to which she replied, "well, just look at the tv, and you won't get bored" [sic].
2) i have a large band-aid of waterproof tape and gauze over my right, middle finger, making typing slightly more difficult than normal, er usual. it's covering the crater w/in my fingerprint that was caused by MY pinching it between the lid and box of a piano bench I was sitting on last night. i'll file this away in the "why the fuck did god make this possible, sub. category: stuff your body should not do to itself" folder. i'm serious; there's a large chunk of flesh missing from the pad of my middle finger, and i'm pretty sure the next person to look inside ellen schlaefer's piano bench will find it. (insert csi: columbia teaser footage)
3) i sang this morning (read: 9:30) for one of the usc som auditions...and had flashbacks of the singers that sang the say i auditioned. i thought it went ok, but have received multiple compliments from those that heard me sing, and mostly from people going out of their way to tell me...but the other day, someone else said to me, "hey, i heard you sing the national anthem at one of the women's basketball games over break." she kept walking after that...please note the lack of anything resembling "good job" or even "better luck next time". i thought the night she spoke of went really well. funny how things work.
4) dunn manor feels especially warm and inviting as of late. unfortunately, belvedere feels exceedingly unsafe.