February 2010
I can't wait to see
what Lady Gaga is wearing/going to do tonight on the Grammys.
January 2010
“Never never look in the rearview mirror darling. It makes no difference...”
– Renee Zellweger as Anne Deveraux in My One and Only.
I want to leave now.
I like how my goals are meaningless to my parents. If I went to go to college on the west coast for the SAME price as my brother went to school on the east coast, then I can’t. He majored in RADIO, while I want to major in biology. He went to college to press buttons all day… but when I want to do something meaningful, then it’s absurd. It’s wrong to care. They...
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Dance.
I just realized that I only have two years left (including this year) to dance at my studio, the Connecticut Academy of Ballet and Performing Arts. I have no idea where I’m going to dance after next year. Sure, at college, but what if I don’t make the team or what if they don’t have a dance minor. I don’t know what I’m going to do without dance. I don’t want...
Titanic.
I’ve seen Titanic over twenty times, I know all the words to the movie, and I still cry like a baby.
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Haiti.
As I sit here and watch Hope for Haiti, I can’t help but cry. I can’t even imagine what those people are going through. As Americans, we have help whenever we ask for it. Haiti, as the poorest country in the western hemisphere isn’t as fortunate. We are so spoiled. I’m laying in bed, watching my television, when people are being pulled out of rubble and dying from...
It's too cold.
I can’t wait for summer.
Nothing But A Miracle - Diane Birch.
Crush.
Since I was a freshman, I realized how stupid it is to “like” someone or have a crush. The only thing you get out of them is either disappointment or the other person likes you back, which in my case, has never happened. So I gave up “liking” people and left it all to chance. And now I’m sitting here, waiting, and wishing.
Independent Study.
Well I decided that I’m going to take an independent study in science instead of a history class next year. Now I have to come up with some sort of topic/project to do. Now, I’m excited for the whole idea of this, but as for researching for a topic, I don’t know where to start. So far I’m thinking frog’s health and their relation to local ponds/quality of water. ...
What a music day.
http://www.mtvu.com/music/video-premiere/theophilus-london-humdrum-town/
I just heard this song this morning, and it’s fantastic.
I'm sick of
studying for midterms. :(
Herbivore.
So today is my official five year anniversary of tofu, vegetables, and soy burgers. I celebrated with a noodle bowl, vegetarian nachos, and guava kombucha. Additionally some vegan sushi, but I spat that right out. As for kombucha, I believe I found a new favorite drink.
Delicious.
Cello Hello.
I wish I still played cello.
Vampire Weekend in Juan’s Basement: http://prettymuchamazing.com/mp3/vampire-weekend-play-contra-tracks-juans-basement#more-15753
Harmlessness.
All beings tremble before violence. All fear death. All love life.
See yourself in others. Then whom can you hurt? What harm can you do?
He who seeks happiness By hurting those who seek happiness Will never find happiness.
For your brother is like you. He wants to be happy. Never harm him And when you leave this life You too will find happiness.
- from the Dhammapada (Teachings of the Buddha)
My mother's so wise.
“I couldn’t find anything to make sauce out of, so I just poured in wine.”
-Mama Gajda
Half a decade.
“The report concluded that “Higher scores for IQ in childhood are associated with an increased likelihood of being a vegetarian as an adult.”’
“A metaphor has been presented by Douglas Dunn: that if one gives a young child an apple and a live chicken, the child would instinctively play with the chicken and eat the apple, whereas if a cat were presented with the same choices, its...
“Today’s date, 01-02-2010, is a palindrome; it reads the same backwards and...”
– (via cowgirlblues) (via sugarspun) (via yerawizardharry) (via edgeofdesirex)
I miss 2000.
I was closer to everyone when I was younger. I loved more. Anger? The only anger I had when I was five was when my favorite show was not on, or the radio station didn’t play the Backstreet Boys song I wanted to hear. Life was simple; I didn’t have to worry about writing a paper on the treatment of the mentally insane due to Dorothea Dix’s reform. No, I worried about getting...
