The Sea at night
Right now I'm enjoying two of my favorite things: nighttime and La Mer.
Debussy is easily one of my favorite composers of all time. He makes me enjoy dissonance. I found out that the Utah Symphony will be performing La Mer in their upcoming season. (They'll also be performing The Rite of Spring by Stravinsky!) Sometimes I get into these moods where classical music is really all I can listen to that satisfies some strange craving. It's not a craving for classical music. It's a craving for something that can put my feelings into something I can comprehend. Regular pop songs have words that simplify feelings into some generic "my life sucks; woe is me" or "I love you and it makes me happy." Language always falls short in its attempts at expressing emotions.
Today I played baseball with a few people on the Seattle team. It was strange catching the baseball (which I did a lot, by the way!)because baseballs are SOOO small compared to softballs. Also, my glove was way too big for my hand so half the time when I caught the ball in the upper part of the mitt I really didn't think I had it. It was kind of funny. I had forgotten how much I'd actually enjoyed playing base(soft)ball. We didn't have a big enough group to get a game going but we took turns batting and played catch for awhile. I really hope more people will come next time and we can do a legitimate game.
I'm sad to say that I haven't found that much time to cook legitimate food here. Also, grocery shopping is twenty million times more expensive here so even if I had the time, I'd still have to cut back. However, my first week in Seattle I made wonton soup and it was delicious! I was quite proud of myself wrapping each individual little wonton. Sooo good. I need to make my own broth though. The recipe I had said to just use chicken broth which was okay. I told my mom of my wonton cooking adventures and she sent me some wonton soup broth powder mix thing which tasted a lot better than its packaging suggested.
For my internship I have a research partner. Her name is Heidi and she is fantastic. She is a lot of fun and we've been getting along really well. We're both pretty hard workers and together we've been able to stay on top of all of our office work. She's helped me be more social and make the effort to be more social. Also, she helps me not feel bad about eating pizza/junk food. My roommates are really nice but they're also always talking about eating healthy/not eating and exercising all the time. I enjoy food. When I have time to cook I try to make things that aren't going to kill me (so far I've been successful). But their constant talk of food and exercising stresses me out and actually makes me feel bad about myself at times.
Example: Conversation on the way back from grocery shopping
Roommate 1: "Cookies just don't appeal to me anymore. I can't imagine eating them. I mean, those cookies that so-and-so made yesterday just looked gross to me sitting on the counter."
Roommate 2: "I know what you mean. Once you go without them for a long time, you just realize you don't want them anymore. An apple just sounds so much better."
Me: Sitting quietly in the back, contemplating the Golden Double Stuff Oreos I just purchased.
Maybe it's because I live with them, or maybe I'm just extra sensitive, but I feel like these two roommates are constantly talking about their eating and exercise habits. I could eat better. I could definitely exercise more. But really, being around people that always eat less than me, who complain about how they eat too much food all the time, really bothers me. I love food but I'm coming to hate it. Also, I think their constant conversation about food has actually made me eat more. It's always on my mind. Sometimes I really don't like being in my apartment.
The other evening there were some guys from my internship visiting with one of my roommates at my apartment. I was back in my bedroom because I wasn't feeling well but my door was open and I could hear much of their conversation. Their conversation topic was people in the internship and who was in relationships and who wasn't. After talking about a few people they moved onto me. Here are snippets of that part of the conversation:
Roommate: "Natalie has a boyfriend."
Guy: "But she's going on a mission."
Roommate: "Yeah and they've been dating for almost three years."
Guy: "What?!"
Roommate: "He hasn't gone on a mission yet."
Guy: "There's a story there. There's got to be a story there."
I wanted to jump out of my bed and run into the living room yelling, "LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY THERE." They knew I was there. They weren't being quiet at all. Even if I had had my door closed I would've been able to hear the second half of that conversation as their voices rose in excitement at the mystery of my relationship with Brenden. I wanted to shut them up. I wanted them to know that the story there was actually quite a good one, the kind they'd only heard from a cousin's friend's friend's brother who probably made the whole story up anyway.
Let me tell you about my respect for some of the people here. Oh wait, maybe you picked up on it.
I love how random my posts are.
It's wrong of me to talk about people. I know this. Oh well.
Debussy is easily one of my favorite composers of all time. He makes me enjoy dissonance. I found out that the Utah Symphony will be performing La Mer in their upcoming season. (They'll also be performing The Rite of Spring by Stravinsky!) Sometimes I get into these moods where classical music is really all I can listen to that satisfies some strange craving. It's not a craving for classical music. It's a craving for something that can put my feelings into something I can comprehend. Regular pop songs have words that simplify feelings into some generic "my life sucks; woe is me" or "I love you and it makes me happy." Language always falls short in its attempts at expressing emotions.
Today I played baseball with a few people on the Seattle team. It was strange catching the baseball (which I did a lot, by the way!)because baseballs are SOOO small compared to softballs. Also, my glove was way too big for my hand so half the time when I caught the ball in the upper part of the mitt I really didn't think I had it. It was kind of funny. I had forgotten how much I'd actually enjoyed playing base(soft)ball. We didn't have a big enough group to get a game going but we took turns batting and played catch for awhile. I really hope more people will come next time and we can do a legitimate game.
I'm sad to say that I haven't found that much time to cook legitimate food here. Also, grocery shopping is twenty million times more expensive here so even if I had the time, I'd still have to cut back. However, my first week in Seattle I made wonton soup and it was delicious! I was quite proud of myself wrapping each individual little wonton. Sooo good. I need to make my own broth though. The recipe I had said to just use chicken broth which was okay. I told my mom of my wonton cooking adventures and she sent me some wonton soup broth powder mix thing which tasted a lot better than its packaging suggested.
For my internship I have a research partner. Her name is Heidi and she is fantastic. She is a lot of fun and we've been getting along really well. We're both pretty hard workers and together we've been able to stay on top of all of our office work. She's helped me be more social and make the effort to be more social. Also, she helps me not feel bad about eating pizza/junk food. My roommates are really nice but they're also always talking about eating healthy/not eating and exercising all the time. I enjoy food. When I have time to cook I try to make things that aren't going to kill me (so far I've been successful). But their constant talk of food and exercising stresses me out and actually makes me feel bad about myself at times.
Example: Conversation on the way back from grocery shopping
Roommate 1: "Cookies just don't appeal to me anymore. I can't imagine eating them. I mean, those cookies that so-and-so made yesterday just looked gross to me sitting on the counter."
Roommate 2: "I know what you mean. Once you go without them for a long time, you just realize you don't want them anymore. An apple just sounds so much better."
Me: Sitting quietly in the back, contemplating the Golden Double Stuff Oreos I just purchased.
Maybe it's because I live with them, or maybe I'm just extra sensitive, but I feel like these two roommates are constantly talking about their eating and exercise habits. I could eat better. I could definitely exercise more. But really, being around people that always eat less than me, who complain about how they eat too much food all the time, really bothers me. I love food but I'm coming to hate it. Also, I think their constant conversation about food has actually made me eat more. It's always on my mind. Sometimes I really don't like being in my apartment.
The other evening there were some guys from my internship visiting with one of my roommates at my apartment. I was back in my bedroom because I wasn't feeling well but my door was open and I could hear much of their conversation. Their conversation topic was people in the internship and who was in relationships and who wasn't. After talking about a few people they moved onto me. Here are snippets of that part of the conversation:
Roommate: "Natalie has a boyfriend."
Guy: "But she's going on a mission."
Roommate: "Yeah and they've been dating for almost three years."
Guy: "What?!"
Roommate: "He hasn't gone on a mission yet."
Guy: "There's a story there. There's got to be a story there."
I wanted to jump out of my bed and run into the living room yelling, "LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY THERE." They knew I was there. They weren't being quiet at all. Even if I had had my door closed I would've been able to hear the second half of that conversation as their voices rose in excitement at the mystery of my relationship with Brenden. I wanted to shut them up. I wanted them to know that the story there was actually quite a good one, the kind they'd only heard from a cousin's friend's friend's brother who probably made the whole story up anyway.
Let me tell you about my respect for some of the people here. Oh wait, maybe you picked up on it.
I love how random my posts are.
It's wrong of me to talk about people. I know this. Oh well.