Balancing a Vanilla Bean
I should blog about tea, but I don't think my attention span would last as this entry will most likely show.
(7/30 Update: there's a community for tea and I'm in it! mwahaha) But alas, I have found a tea that does not require sweetener: Honeybush Vanilla. Honeybush itself is native to the tip of South Africa and I've found vanilla is frequently used to flavor another form of African tea, Rooibos. And usually, I'm not a fan of vanilla. From 1st hour PE classes frosh year, vanilla was always Stacface's scent while mine was always something light and delicate. Amusing now that I think of it, for if anything she was the bright and bubbly one who deserved to win someone over with a fragile yet potent scent, especially when you consider her dress from Thespian inductions where she was a southern belle. I should enjoy vanilla, its powerful and draws one into a seductive grasp...its a shame it only gives me a headache. Amazing how a scent can carry such implications and memories. I think it has something to do with the brain's receptor for scent in location to the amygdala...or something like that. The legitimate Psych10 facts become blurred as the end of that class was spent wasting oxygen debating with a Thomas Herd.
I'm glad I feel comfortable enough with myself to blow that tool off. I used to get upset with his presence alone, but who needs to waste the energy on someone that trivial?? I have better things to waste my thoughts on. Like what a shitshow Ivies this year was, or pouncing on Tissues in Tempe. As much as I hate to admit it, Arizona was good for me. I see the person I could have been had I stayed here, and I made the friends of a lifetime out west. I wish a few of them could be here with me now, simply to see how relaxed I am now that something beautiful is completing another confident step of the balancing act that is my life. I hope all of my friends, and anyone else really, can find some kind of peace within their lives. Some are struggling with it now, although they'll never admit it (heh heh) but in a few years I think we will all look back at Saguaro and be like - holy shit!
Again, scatterbrained stream of consciousness. Its all good, not like my journal is important to the millions of internet users. Not really meant to be either, merely just another Dasein coming to realize itself as it interacts with others, even though the others, like myself, don't know the extent of our interaction. Damn, why were the most complex thinkers German? Religion, philosophy, all that hard shit they tried to tackle throughout the years and they're still known for having the best scholars in the world. Go figure.
"..I've got a better idea better idea...Oh NO it's the same idea, same idea!!" -Eddie Izzard
At least America can claim all the famous entertainers, such as the beloved King of Pop may he rest in peace. I believe Rev Al Sharpton spoke best on Michael's behalf and I honestly hope his words will be taken to heart by all.
(7/30 Update: there's a community for tea and I'm in it! mwahaha) But alas, I have found a tea that does not require sweetener: Honeybush Vanilla. Honeybush itself is native to the tip of South Africa and I've found vanilla is frequently used to flavor another form of African tea, Rooibos. And usually, I'm not a fan of vanilla. From 1st hour PE classes frosh year, vanilla was always Stacface's scent while mine was always something light and delicate. Amusing now that I think of it, for if anything she was the bright and bubbly one who deserved to win someone over with a fragile yet potent scent, especially when you consider her dress from Thespian inductions where she was a southern belle. I should enjoy vanilla, its powerful and draws one into a seductive grasp...its a shame it only gives me a headache. Amazing how a scent can carry such implications and memories. I think it has something to do with the brain's receptor for scent in location to the amygdala...or something like that. The legitimate Psych10 facts become blurred as the end of that class was spent wasting oxygen debating with a Thomas Herd.
I'm glad I feel comfortable enough with myself to blow that tool off. I used to get upset with his presence alone, but who needs to waste the energy on someone that trivial?? I have better things to waste my thoughts on. Like what a shitshow Ivies this year was, or pouncing on Tissues in Tempe. As much as I hate to admit it, Arizona was good for me. I see the person I could have been had I stayed here, and I made the friends of a lifetime out west. I wish a few of them could be here with me now, simply to see how relaxed I am now that something beautiful is completing another confident step of the balancing act that is my life. I hope all of my friends, and anyone else really, can find some kind of peace within their lives. Some are struggling with it now, although they'll never admit it (heh heh) but in a few years I think we will all look back at Saguaro and be like - holy shit!
Again, scatterbrained stream of consciousness. Its all good, not like my journal is important to the millions of internet users. Not really meant to be either, merely just another Dasein coming to realize itself as it interacts with others, even though the others, like myself, don't know the extent of our interaction. Damn, why were the most complex thinkers German? Religion, philosophy, all that hard shit they tried to tackle throughout the years and they're still known for having the best scholars in the world. Go figure.
"..I've got a better idea better idea...Oh NO it's the same idea, same idea!!" -Eddie Izzard
At least America can claim all the famous entertainers, such as the beloved King of Pop may he rest in peace. I believe Rev Al Sharpton spoke best on Michael's behalf and I honestly hope his words will be taken to heart by all.