Some topics for your reading pleasure
I MISS WRITING. Geez. During the day, all I want to do is go straight home and type up something beautiful. And when I get home...I eat Girl Scout cookies and complain about homework. Let's see if I can get any of the stuff I want to say down on here before facebook distracts me.
So when I was at U of M, there was a student panel there to answer questions. One girl was asked what she does outside of classes and organized activities and she said that she recently went to a penis poetry slam. After the muffled giggling and murmuring that is so becoming and mature of high school seniors, she clarified that it was, indeed, a bunch of guys, sitting on a stage, talking about their privates, while large multitudes of girls listened and enjoyed it immensely. The speaker mentioned that the money from admission to the event went to charity and so it was really "killing two birds with one stone." Immediately, I thought "don't you mean two stones?" I found this amusing.
I hate it when "All Those Nights" comes on my iPod. If I don't skip the song quickly enough, I'm forced to listen to it and start crying buckets. Senior year blows sometimes.
Speaking of iPod. The other day, I was walking home from school and "Life in Technicolor" started playing (YES, the Coldplay song. They're a good band). I was about to skip it--as I tend to listen to more fast-past, Less than Jake kinds of music so that I walk quicker and get to my house quicker before the snow eats the bottoms of my jeans. However, this time I hesitated, somehow anticipating what was to come next. As the music grew in emotion, my surroundings seemed to do the same. Snow began to fall from the dingy sky and hit me gently in the face as I slowed my pace. The world shimmered. This sounds lame, I know, but I'm writing it anyways because it was just one of those moments. Those moments where beauty reveals itself from its hiding places, from behind garbage cans and from below the ice on the gray slabs of sidewalk. The music had unleashed it. I didn't feel the cold anymore, and raised my eyes from where they sat naturally, staring at my shoes. Now they naturally sat on the beauty that had suddenly appeared around me. Even the air tasted of love. The whole experience was such a demonstration of absolute peace that I was genuinely dismayed when I reached my house. To make the moment complete, the song ended exactly at the moment I unlocked the door and swung it open, and I stepped inside, cringing at the abruptness of my exit from whatever magic I had been walking through.
Holy shit. I almost just lost this entire post. Thank God I have a habit of hitting CTRL+C.
I love the Olympics, but I'll elaborate on those later. Speedskating is on. Apolo FTW!
So when I was at U of M, there was a student panel there to answer questions. One girl was asked what she does outside of classes and organized activities and she said that she recently went to a penis poetry slam. After the muffled giggling and murmuring that is so becoming and mature of high school seniors, she clarified that it was, indeed, a bunch of guys, sitting on a stage, talking about their privates, while large multitudes of girls listened and enjoyed it immensely. The speaker mentioned that the money from admission to the event went to charity and so it was really "killing two birds with one stone." Immediately, I thought "don't you mean two stones?" I found this amusing.
I hate it when "All Those Nights" comes on my iPod. If I don't skip the song quickly enough, I'm forced to listen to it and start crying buckets. Senior year blows sometimes.
Speaking of iPod. The other day, I was walking home from school and "Life in Technicolor" started playing (YES, the Coldplay song. They're a good band). I was about to skip it--as I tend to listen to more fast-past, Less than Jake kinds of music so that I walk quicker and get to my house quicker before the snow eats the bottoms of my jeans. However, this time I hesitated, somehow anticipating what was to come next. As the music grew in emotion, my surroundings seemed to do the same. Snow began to fall from the dingy sky and hit me gently in the face as I slowed my pace. The world shimmered. This sounds lame, I know, but I'm writing it anyways because it was just one of those moments. Those moments where beauty reveals itself from its hiding places, from behind garbage cans and from below the ice on the gray slabs of sidewalk. The music had unleashed it. I didn't feel the cold anymore, and raised my eyes from where they sat naturally, staring at my shoes. Now they naturally sat on the beauty that had suddenly appeared around me. Even the air tasted of love. The whole experience was such a demonstration of absolute peace that I was genuinely dismayed when I reached my house. To make the moment complete, the song ended exactly at the moment I unlocked the door and swung it open, and I stepped inside, cringing at the abruptness of my exit from whatever magic I had been walking through.
Holy shit. I almost just lost this entire post. Thank God I have a habit of hitting CTRL+C.
I love the Olympics, but I'll elaborate on those later. Speedskating is on. Apolo FTW!