"What is love? Great minds have ben grappling with this question through the ages, and in the modern era, they have come to many different answers. According to the Western philosopher Pat Benatar, love is a battlefield. Her paisan Frank Sinatra could add the corollary that love is a tender trap. The stoner kids who spent the summer of 1978 looking cool on the hoods of their Trans Ams in the Pierce Elementary School parking lot used to scare us little kids by blasting the Sweet hit "Love Is Like Oxygen"-- you get too much, you get too high, not enough and you're gonna die. The troubadours of our times all agree: They want to know what love is, and they want you to show them.
But the answer is simple. Love is a mix tape."
- Rob Sheffield, "love is a mix tape -- Life and Loss, One Song at a Time"
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I have just returned from the most amazing place I have ever seen in my entire life.
I have found a place where I can forget all of my troubles and cares. No, not downtown Asheville (but you can see it from there!).
The Cut, as it was referred to as to me, is the most amazing place I have ever experienced.
Anything I have been freaking out about. All of the things that have been worrying me these past few weeks lifted while I was there.
I am literally speechless. I just really needed to document this night because it was that amazing.
"May all your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dream awaits you." - Edward Abbey
I have found a place where I can forget all of my troubles and cares. No, not downtown Asheville (but you can see it from there!).
The Cut, as it was referred to as to me, is the most amazing place I have ever experienced.
Anything I have been freaking out about. All of the things that have been worrying me these past few weeks lifted while I was there.
I am literally speechless. I just really needed to document this night because it was that amazing.
"May all your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dream awaits you." - Edward Abbey
Monday, December 15, 2008
Originally written on 12/15/08...and I've waited a year...and nothing has changed. It's time to be posted.
The second coming of High Fidelity has arrived in the form of Rob Sheffield's "Love is a mix tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time.
The reason, well, not reason, but the thing that has aided me staying up for the past couple of days (and Narnia). Amazingness.
Other amazingness in my life? iTunes Genius. If I weren't so tired and lazy, I would find at least three posts where I bitch about the fact that iTunes doesn't have a conscience when playing my music, and how you cannot, I repeat, cannot play Death Cab for Cutie or Dashboard Confessional after Hanson's "Mmm bop." So, now there's this nifty iTunes Genius where I can, with one click, find my current mood song, and have iTunes magically make a 20-to-100 song playlist that I will hardly have to change. Another good part, I can click another time and find new music! And then click just once more and buy it! Amazingness, I tell you!
I got really sad today. No, it wasn't my grades/school this time. I was wrapping my friend Lindsay's Christmas gift, really sloppily and remembering how much time I used to put into wrapping gifts. Especially Randy's gift. I would package things up, put bows with curlies around everything (not to make them harder to open, but because it was pretty) and then I would get a huge box, and line it with tissue paper, and then I could place it all in perfectly, sprinkle candy around it, and then wrap the whole box. I used to love wrapping presents. I was so excited to see how it looked under the tree, and then his face.
I was sad because I remembered that this was going to be the first time I didn't get to put so much thought, time, and effort into a gift for someone I cared so much about. The first time I realized this, I was in Kohl's with Lindsay and I literally thought I would be sick. It hadn't hit me until just then, just before Thanksgiving that I wouldn't be shopping for a significant other this year.
I should probably wait for the rest of this post. But I am absolutely not tired, and Batman and Robin is on...so I'm not sleeping anytime soon.
I loved him. I loved him more than I loved anyone. Ever. It was my first love. (Yes, that cheesy "From the Bottom of my Broken Heart" Brittney Spears song did just pop in my head.) Then, it all fell apart. At the time, I was so sick of thinking and analyzing it, I was relieved when it ended. Not happy. Who is ever happy when that happens? Then I moved on to being content single. Then I moved on to being happy (this summer). Then I realized it was time to move on. That was hard. Even after we broke up we hung out some. Like it wasn't over. Except for the other girl, that is. And then this summer I finally had a crush on someone different. It caught me off guard. But I was ok with it. And then, maybe two weekends before Thanksgiving, I realized he wouldn't be at Thanksgiving, I wouldn't be at his. I wouldn't have anyone to go window shopping with, and remember the tiny things no one catches to get him. And, it's not really him now, it's "him." There is no call to wait for when I have to go to my parents house and be bored out of my mind. There's no one to really look forward to seeing. The summer thing ended quickly (He spoke, I realized he was just pretty to look at). Now, there's someone I like, and I'm figuring that situation out. But nothing compares to being smack in the middle of (I have to say it) love with someone. That comfort is completely gone. I have fantastic friends who attempt to make me feel better and cuddle with me, but they don't love me the way it's missing.
I made plans with Lindsay for New Year's Eve tonight. Sleeping really late, dinner at Doc Chey's, and bar hopping. This will be my first New Year with alcohol! We're inviting everyone who wants to come, but we know we can have a blast by ourselves.
Rob Sheffield pointed out a new makeout song, Prince's "Adorn." Of course, I youtubed it ASAP and fell in love. I love being introduced to new music.
I'm not gonna lie, I'm thinking of not posting this post. Earlier this week...security was compromised. In the best way possible, however.
"All of the words
In all of my life
That could never explain
and never describe
All of my love
Which is nothing to hide
So a lift up my hands
and I worship"
We all know I'm not churchy. But I love this song.
And this one:
The reason, well, not reason, but the thing that has aided me staying up for the past couple of days (and Narnia). Amazingness.
Other amazingness in my life? iTunes Genius. If I weren't so tired and lazy, I would find at least three posts where I bitch about the fact that iTunes doesn't have a conscience when playing my music, and how you cannot, I repeat, cannot play Death Cab for Cutie or Dashboard Confessional after Hanson's "Mmm bop." So, now there's this nifty iTunes Genius where I can, with one click, find my current mood song, and have iTunes magically make a 20-to-100 song playlist that I will hardly have to change. Another good part, I can click another time and find new music! And then click just once more and buy it! Amazingness, I tell you!
I got really sad today. No, it wasn't my grades/school this time. I was wrapping my friend Lindsay's Christmas gift, really sloppily and remembering how much time I used to put into wrapping gifts. Especially Randy's gift. I would package things up, put bows with curlies around everything (not to make them harder to open, but because it was pretty) and then I would get a huge box, and line it with tissue paper, and then I could place it all in perfectly, sprinkle candy around it, and then wrap the whole box. I used to love wrapping presents. I was so excited to see how it looked under the tree, and then his face.
I was sad because I remembered that this was going to be the first time I didn't get to put so much thought, time, and effort into a gift for someone I cared so much about. The first time I realized this, I was in Kohl's with Lindsay and I literally thought I would be sick. It hadn't hit me until just then, just before Thanksgiving that I wouldn't be shopping for a significant other this year.
I should probably wait for the rest of this post. But I am absolutely not tired, and Batman and Robin is on...so I'm not sleeping anytime soon.
I loved him. I loved him more than I loved anyone. Ever. It was my first love. (Yes, that cheesy "From the Bottom of my Broken Heart" Brittney Spears song did just pop in my head.) Then, it all fell apart. At the time, I was so sick of thinking and analyzing it, I was relieved when it ended. Not happy. Who is ever happy when that happens? Then I moved on to being content single. Then I moved on to being happy (this summer). Then I realized it was time to move on. That was hard. Even after we broke up we hung out some. Like it wasn't over. Except for the other girl, that is. And then this summer I finally had a crush on someone different. It caught me off guard. But I was ok with it. And then, maybe two weekends before Thanksgiving, I realized he wouldn't be at Thanksgiving, I wouldn't be at his. I wouldn't have anyone to go window shopping with, and remember the tiny things no one catches to get him. And, it's not really him now, it's "him." There is no call to wait for when I have to go to my parents house and be bored out of my mind. There's no one to really look forward to seeing. The summer thing ended quickly (He spoke, I realized he was just pretty to look at). Now, there's someone I like, and I'm figuring that situation out. But nothing compares to being smack in the middle of (I have to say it) love with someone. That comfort is completely gone. I have fantastic friends who attempt to make me feel better and cuddle with me, but they don't love me the way it's missing.
I made plans with Lindsay for New Year's Eve tonight. Sleeping really late, dinner at Doc Chey's, and bar hopping. This will be my first New Year with alcohol! We're inviting everyone who wants to come, but we know we can have a blast by ourselves.
Rob Sheffield pointed out a new makeout song, Prince's "Adorn." Of course, I youtubed it ASAP and fell in love. I love being introduced to new music.
I'm not gonna lie, I'm thinking of not posting this post. Earlier this week...security was compromised. In the best way possible, however.
"All of the words
In all of my life
That could never explain
and never describe
All of my love
Which is nothing to hide
So a lift up my hands
and I worship"
We all know I'm not churchy. But I love this song.
And this one:
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
It is time.
It's the end of the semester. The last day of class was yesterday. I'm busier than I have ever been in my whole life. And, of course, I don't have time for the mental breakdown I feel I deserve.
So, my rant.
This has been the worst semester of my college career. Really, of my entire academic career, but grade school doesn't really count anymore.
I still hate accounting with a passion. And my grade will certainly reflect that. I went to class every day (only missing three days at the end because we weren't doing anything and I knew I wasn't going to pass anyway). I tried. But not hard enough. I'll be a three-peat in accounting two. I suck at life.
I hated research methods (the class I'm trying to finish my final paper in right now..writer's block. err). It was boring. Has nothing to do with management. Dr. Griggs talked me into taking it and then she left.
I had my most favoritest teacher for Human Resource Management thinking that even the most boring subject could be livened up by Dr. Cole. Wrong. Don't get me wrong. He's still the man. It's just impossible to make hiring and firing people interesting. He gave it a valiant effort, though.
Statistical Quaility Control. I withdrew from. The name is as intemidating as it sounds.
When I withdrew from that class. I added a second term class, which started in the middle of the semester. It ended up getting dropped and then I was placed in a chemistry class. Um. Yeah. I went twice...maybe three times? I'm getting an F in that class.
I'm getting a D in accounting if I'm even lucky. Dr. Cole's class...maybe a C? And maybe I can pull off a C in research methods. I know. I really suck at life.
Wanna hear the worst part?
I have to keep a 2.0 to first, stay in school, second keep my job. If I go on academic suspension, I lose my job...and I have no way of paying for my car...or my credit cards which are ridiculous. I'm basically FREAKING OUT.
I LOVE my job as an RA, and I might get that taken away from me. And my car? How am I going to pay for it?
I don't know what to do. And I SHOULD be working really hard on my research paper so I can do well in that class, but I'm having trouble with a big part of it. Which, just goes to show, start big gigantic papers early so you can ask questions because 24 hours before it's due...it's kinda hard to get those things cleared up.
Then, of course, there's the love life. Lack thereof, I should say. LOTS of mixed signals and wishes that go unfulfilled.
I want this semester to be over, but I have huge gigantic paper, Dr. Cole's final, and my accounting final to fail before it is. Then, I have to wait four more days to find out if I can still be an RA and live in my room and on campus and still be in school.
I can't write anymore now. My head hurts.
Next semester (if I can make it until then) will be better. Things can only go up from here, right?
So, my rant.
This has been the worst semester of my college career. Really, of my entire academic career, but grade school doesn't really count anymore.
I still hate accounting with a passion. And my grade will certainly reflect that. I went to class every day (only missing three days at the end because we weren't doing anything and I knew I wasn't going to pass anyway). I tried. But not hard enough. I'll be a three-peat in accounting two. I suck at life.
I hated research methods (the class I'm trying to finish my final paper in right now..writer's block. err). It was boring. Has nothing to do with management. Dr. Griggs talked me into taking it and then she left.
I had my most favoritest teacher for Human Resource Management thinking that even the most boring subject could be livened up by Dr. Cole. Wrong. Don't get me wrong. He's still the man. It's just impossible to make hiring and firing people interesting. He gave it a valiant effort, though.
Statistical Quaility Control. I withdrew from. The name is as intemidating as it sounds.
When I withdrew from that class. I added a second term class, which started in the middle of the semester. It ended up getting dropped and then I was placed in a chemistry class. Um. Yeah. I went twice...maybe three times? I'm getting an F in that class.
I'm getting a D in accounting if I'm even lucky. Dr. Cole's class...maybe a C? And maybe I can pull off a C in research methods. I know. I really suck at life.
Wanna hear the worst part?
I have to keep a 2.0 to first, stay in school, second keep my job. If I go on academic suspension, I lose my job...and I have no way of paying for my car...or my credit cards which are ridiculous. I'm basically FREAKING OUT.
I LOVE my job as an RA, and I might get that taken away from me. And my car? How am I going to pay for it?
I don't know what to do. And I SHOULD be working really hard on my research paper so I can do well in that class, but I'm having trouble with a big part of it. Which, just goes to show, start big gigantic papers early so you can ask questions because 24 hours before it's due...it's kinda hard to get those things cleared up.
Then, of course, there's the love life. Lack thereof, I should say. LOTS of mixed signals and wishes that go unfulfilled.
I want this semester to be over, but I have huge gigantic paper, Dr. Cole's final, and my accounting final to fail before it is. Then, I have to wait four more days to find out if I can still be an RA and live in my room and on campus and still be in school.
I can't write anymore now. My head hurts.
Next semester (if I can make it until then) will be better. Things can only go up from here, right?
Thursday, November 06, 2008
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No really. I don't care what you're talking about. Please shut the fuck up. I do not care what you're saying...stop blowing smoke up your own ass.
No really. I don't care what you're talking about. Please shut the fuck up. I do not care what you're saying...stop blowing smoke up your own ass.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
You're the next contestant on "Name that lyric"!!
And if I live a thousand years
you know
I never could explain
The way I lost my heart to you
that day
And if destiny decided I should look the other way
The the world would never know
The greatest story ever told
and did I tell you that I love you
tonight
If you know what this is from I'll be impressed.
I used to hate it, but now I think it is beautiful.
you know
I never could explain
The way I lost my heart to you
that day
And if destiny decided I should look the other way
The the world would never know
The greatest story ever told
and did I tell you that I love you
tonight
If you know what this is from I'll be impressed.
I used to hate it, but now I think it is beautiful.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I got this from Kathryn:
I am: ready for December...I hate my classes.
I know: I don't know anything...my life is very up-in-the-air right now.
I want: to know something good is around the corner.
I Have: the best friends in the whole wide world....near and far!
I dislike: school.
I miss: I never thought I would say this, but I miss home a tiny bit...and I can't get there until Thanksgiving...
I feel: stressed...very stressed
I hear: the t.v.
I smell: nada...my nose is stuffy.
I crave: alone time.
I cry: not often enough...but when I do, it's at baaaaaaaaad times.
I search: for answers to meaningless school assignments.
I wonder: if it's going to get better soon.
I regret: too many things to type.
I love: my friends!
I care: about my hall...even though they don't think I do.
I worry: about the debt I'm getting into while in school.
I remember: how things were...
I believe: that I need some direction.
I dance: when I drink.
I don't: want to do school work.
I argue: even when I could be wrong.
I write: too many papers.
I win: a million dollars?
I lose: my mind.
I wish: I had someone to share my life with (romantically).
I listen: not in class.
I can usually be found: um...I'm MIA all the time.
I am scared: that I will never be happy.
I need: money!
I forget: anything I learned in classes after I take the final exams.
I am happy: when the weekend arrives.
Too much going on these past few weeks to post about.
I know: I don't know anything...my life is very up-in-the-air right now.
I want: to know something good is around the corner.
I Have: the best friends in the whole wide world....near and far!
I dislike: school.
I miss: I never thought I would say this, but I miss home a tiny bit...and I can't get there until Thanksgiving...
I feel: stressed...very stressed
I hear: the t.v.
I smell: nada...my nose is stuffy.
I crave: alone time.
I cry: not often enough...but when I do, it's at baaaaaaaaad times.
I search: for answers to meaningless school assignments.
I wonder: if it's going to get better soon.
I regret: too many things to type.
I love: my friends!
I care: about my hall...even though they don't think I do.
I worry: about the debt I'm getting into while in school.
I remember: how things were...
I believe: that I need some direction.
I dance: when I drink.
I don't: want to do school work.
I argue: even when I could be wrong.
I write: too many papers.
I win: a million dollars?
I lose: my mind.
I wish: I had someone to share my life with (romantically).
I listen: not in class.
I can usually be found: um...I'm MIA all the time.
I am scared: that I will never be happy.
I need: money!
I forget: anything I learned in classes after I take the final exams.
I am happy: when the weekend arrives.
Too much going on these past few weeks to post about.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
I stole this from Kathryn:
1. Do you like blue cheese? Si!
2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Yes...never again.
3. Do you own a gun? No...I hate guns.
4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? I always get a Cherry Limeaide.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointment? Depends on the doctor...the regualr doctor no, dentist YES.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? I don't.
7. Favorite Christmas Song? "At Christmas" by Hanson...and "Step into Christmas" by Elton John...and Dolly Parton's "Hard Candy Christmas." (it's really hard for me to pick just one...but those are the top three)
9. Can you do push-ups? Yes! 20 before I fall down...but these are girly pushups.
10. What is your favorite movie? Really? Um...if I had to name just one..it would be High Fidelity..but I really don't think this is a fair question.
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My blue ring...every woman in my family has one...and I wear it everyday.
12. Favorite hobby? Zoning out to music, and playing ping pong.
13. Do you work with people who idolize you? Doubt it...but I idolize some of my co-workers.
14. Do you have ADD? Severely.
15. What's one trait that you hate about yourself? Sometimes I can be a bubble buster, and I hate being sympathetic to people I don't believe really deserve it, or who I feel are faking it.
16. What's your middle name? Lynn.
17. Name three thoughts at this moment: 1) I really don't want to study for my accounting midterm, 2) I really wish a certain someone would come by my room about now, 3) I wonder what we're going to talk about in my meeting later.
18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday: Doritos, cookies, gum.
19. Current worry right now? Passing my accounting midterm.
21. Current hate right now? The fact that it's not Fall Break yet.
22. Favorite place to be? Swing, hammock or rocking chair.
23. How did you bring in the New Year? Ugh. With someone I didn't want to.
24. Where would you like to go? At the moment? London. Or Paris. Crap, this is a hard question.
25. Name three people who will complete this? No one reads this thing.
26. Whose answer do you want to read the most? No one reads this thing.
27. What color shirt are you wearing? I'm wearing a dress... a teal one!
28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? Who doesn't?
29. Can you whistle? Yeah.
30. Favorite color? Teal/Sea foam.
31. Would you be a pirate? I converted my facebook to Pirate Language...that's as close as I'll get.
32. What songs do you sing in the shower? Nada.
33. Favorite girl's name? Gwendolin.
34. Favorite boy's name? AVERY! (I LOVE that name!)
35. What's in your pocket right now? No pockets.
36. Last thing (Person) that made you laugh? Eric at dinner.
37. Best bed sheets as a child? Probably something with Teddy Bears or something equally girly...it's been a while.
38. Worst injury you've ever had? I broke my leg once. That sucked.
39. What is your favorite snack? At the moment, Doritos.
40. Favorite thing to do on Sundays? Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
41. Who is your loudest friend? Bre.
42. How many dogs do you have? Nada...but I want one.
43. Does someone have a crush on you? I know someone who does.
45. What is your favorite book? Anything by Nick Hornby, Judy Blume, or Mitch Albom.
46. What is your favorite candy? Reeses
47. What is your favorite sports team? N.C. State Wolfpacks!
48. What song do you want played at your funeral? I'll have to get back to you on that one.
49. What were you doing 12 AM last night? Paper writing, talking to suitemates/Stephen/Residents, listening to the UNC Clefhangers on youtube.
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and I've gotta go to the bathroom."
2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Yes...never again.
3. Do you own a gun? No...I hate guns.
4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? I always get a Cherry Limeaide.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointment? Depends on the doctor...the regualr doctor no, dentist YES.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? I don't.
7. Favorite Christmas Song? "At Christmas" by Hanson...and "Step into Christmas" by Elton John...and Dolly Parton's "Hard Candy Christmas." (it's really hard for me to pick just one...but those are the top three)
9. Can you do push-ups? Yes! 20 before I fall down...but these are girly pushups.
10. What is your favorite movie? Really? Um...if I had to name just one..it would be High Fidelity..but I really don't think this is a fair question.
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My blue ring...every woman in my family has one...and I wear it everyday.
12. Favorite hobby? Zoning out to music, and playing ping pong.
13. Do you work with people who idolize you? Doubt it...but I idolize some of my co-workers.
14. Do you have ADD? Severely.
15. What's one trait that you hate about yourself? Sometimes I can be a bubble buster, and I hate being sympathetic to people I don't believe really deserve it, or who I feel are faking it.
16. What's your middle name? Lynn.
17. Name three thoughts at this moment: 1) I really don't want to study for my accounting midterm, 2) I really wish a certain someone would come by my room about now, 3) I wonder what we're going to talk about in my meeting later.
18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday: Doritos, cookies, gum.
19. Current worry right now? Passing my accounting midterm.
21. Current hate right now? The fact that it's not Fall Break yet.
22. Favorite place to be? Swing, hammock or rocking chair.
23. How did you bring in the New Year? Ugh. With someone I didn't want to.
24. Where would you like to go? At the moment? London. Or Paris. Crap, this is a hard question.
25. Name three people who will complete this? No one reads this thing.
26. Whose answer do you want to read the most? No one reads this thing.
27. What color shirt are you wearing? I'm wearing a dress... a teal one!
28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? Who doesn't?
29. Can you whistle? Yeah.
30. Favorite color? Teal/Sea foam.
31. Would you be a pirate? I converted my facebook to Pirate Language...that's as close as I'll get.
32. What songs do you sing in the shower? Nada.
33. Favorite girl's name? Gwendolin.
34. Favorite boy's name? AVERY! (I LOVE that name!)
35. What's in your pocket right now? No pockets.
36. Last thing (Person) that made you laugh? Eric at dinner.
37. Best bed sheets as a child? Probably something with Teddy Bears or something equally girly...it's been a while.
38. Worst injury you've ever had? I broke my leg once. That sucked.
39. What is your favorite snack? At the moment, Doritos.
40. Favorite thing to do on Sundays? Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
41. Who is your loudest friend? Bre.
42. How many dogs do you have? Nada...but I want one.
43. Does someone have a crush on you? I know someone who does.
45. What is your favorite book? Anything by Nick Hornby, Judy Blume, or Mitch Albom.
46. What is your favorite candy? Reeses
47. What is your favorite sports team? N.C. State Wolfpacks!
48. What song do you want played at your funeral? I'll have to get back to you on that one.
49. What were you doing 12 AM last night? Paper writing, talking to suitemates/Stephen/Residents, listening to the UNC Clefhangers on youtube.
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and I've gotta go to the bathroom."
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