Monday, November 29, 2010

This and That with a Rattle-a-tat

FML I despise my Visual Thinking class and they didn't even up the grade for when I re-did the stupid project. So now I have to redo all of the fear projects and do a new one on what Americans fear. Everything in that class is due Friday. But i need to get all my other projects taken care of before i can mess around with this one again.. Grr it freakin' sucks man.

I'm trying to crack my fingers less now because I started having pain in my fingers and I really don't want to get arthritis.

Also, job-wise I can stand my job however I don't appreciate when people get lazy and make me do their shit. Oh and one day this past weekend the pepsi was having air bubbles in the line so it was taking forever to get peoples drinks ready in time. So what really pissed me off was when I was getting the pasta salad for a woman and a girl was taking drink orders and the lady asked for a pepsi, she told the woman the pepsi was out. Complete bull Shit! She lied because she is freaking lazy!!!!!!!!!!!! And then when the next person ordered a pepsi I was the one doing it. Just little things that people do because she can't reach two seconds away from her. So some days when you has asked me to do something for her I say, " I can't do that at the moment I am doing something else; and leave the whatever to the side. So then she gets impatient and does it herself. Finally! Oh yeah and she gets impatient when kids are ordering food because they take longer. Well this little boy was with his dad and I asked the kid whats wrong because he was covering his face. The dad asked what he wanted to eat and the boy was mumbling and couldn't decide on what to eat. So i went down to his level and started naming possibilities. The girl whispered that she was getting very impatient and was about to loose it. I put my hand on her shoulder and told her, he's just a kid. You can't get impatient from a child. So I went back to the boy and asked him do you like this or that? And soon enough I got a possible sandwich and they were on their way with food in their bellies.

So anyway that what was on my crazy mind for the past few days.. Now fun school work to finish up the year! Yay! :P

Thursday, November 11, 2010

What should I do??????? Life goes on but im stuck like in black and white

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Warnings from above

So i was driving on 34 when I see this tractor with flashing lights on the opposite lane. I took this well maybe someone is trying to tell me something so I slow down to 50. Next thing I know i see a stae trooper and then a mile or so down I see a police car meaning those flashers meant a warning. i speak in a whisper in my car, i love you daddy. The next song on my mix was "Here comes the sun" by the Beatles. and at that point I knew it was my dad telling me he loves and misses me too.

I have been keeping an eye out for things like these and have found more and more of them each day. Some are smaller than others but it's the noticing that counts. :)

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Always Deleting, Changing and Evolving

Found in Computer a Journal...

so today i went looking for some sites of randomness and i found out about a whole lot of things...like how not to stay bored and stuff like that..have too much stuff. Most people in America do. In fact, the poorer people are, the more stuff they seem to have. Hardly anyone is so poor that they can't afford a front yard full of old cars.

It wasn't always this way. Stuff used to be rare and valuable. You can still see evidence of that if you look for it. For example, in my house in Cambridge, which was built in 1876, the bedrooms don't have closets. In those days people's stuff fit in a chest of drawers. Even as recently as a few decades ago there was a lot less stuff. When I look back at photos from the 1970s, I'm surprised how empty houses look. As a kid I had what I thought was a huge fleet of toy cars, but they'd be dwarfed by the number of toys my nephews have. All together my Matchboxes and Corgis took up about a third of the surface of my bed. In my nephews' rooms the bed is the only clear space.

Stuff has gotten a lot cheaper, but our attitudes toward it haven't changed correspondingly. We overvalue stuff.

That was a big problem for me when I had no money. I felt poor, and stuff seemed valuable, so almost instinctively I accumulated it. Friends would leave something behind when they moved, or I'd see something as I was walking down the street on trash night (beware of anything you find yourself describing as "perfectly good"), or I'd find something in almost new condition for a tenth its retail price at a garage sale. And pow, more stuff.

In fact these free or nearly free things weren't bargains, because they were worth even less than they cost. Most of the stuff I accumulated was worthless, because I didn't need it.

What I didn't understand was that the value of some new acquisition wasn't the difference between its retail price and what I paid for it. It was the value I derived from it. Stuff is an extremely illiquid asset. Unless you have some plan for selling that valuable thing you got so cheaply, what difference does it make what it's "worth?" The only way you're ever going to extract any value from it is to use it. And if you don't have any immediate use for it, you probably never will.


Companies that sell stuff have spent huge sums training us to think stuff is still valuable. But it would be closer to the truth to treat stuff as worthless.In fact, worse than worthless, because once you've accumulated a certain amount of stuff, it starts to own you rather than the other way around. I know of one couple who couldn't retire to the town they preferred because they couldn't afford a place there big enough for all their stuff. Their house isn't theirs; it's their stuff's. And unless you're extremely organized, a house full of stuff can be very depressing. A cluttered room saps one's spirits. One reason, obviously, is that there's less room for people in a room full of stuff. But there's more going on than that. I think humans constantly scan their environment to build a mental model of what's around them. And the harder a scene is to parse, the less energy you have left for conscious thoughts.


A cluttered room is literally exhausting.

(This could explain why clutter doesn't seem to bother kids as much as adults. Kids are less perceptive. They build a coarser model of their surroundings, and this consumes less energy.)

I first realized the worthlessness of stuff when I lived in Italy for a year. All I took with me was one large backpack of stuff. The rest of my stuff I left in my landlady's attic back in the US. And you know what? All I missed were some of the books. By the end of the year I couldn't even remember what else I had stored in that attic.


And yet when I got back I didn't discard so much as a box of it. Throw away a perfectly good rotary telephone? I might need that one day.

The really painful thing to recall is not just that I accumulated all this useless stuff, but that I often spent money I desperately needed on stuff that I didn't.

Why would I do that? Because the people whose job is to sell you stuff are really, really good at it. The average 25 year old is no match for companies that have spent years figuring out how to get you to spend money on stuff. They make the experience of buying stuff so pleasant that "shopping" becomes a leisure activity.


How do you protect yourself from these people? It can't be easy. I'm a fairly skeptical person, and their tricks worked on me well into my thirties. But one thing that might work is to ask yourself, before buying something, "is this going to make my life noticeably better?"


A friend of mine cured herself of a clothes buying habit by asking herself before she bought anything "Am I going to wear this all the time?" If she couldn't convince herself that something she was thinking of buying would become one of those few things she wore all the time, she wouldn't buy it. I think that would work for any kind of purchase. Before you buy anything, ask yourself: will this be something I use constantly? Or is it just something nice? Or worse still, a mere bargain? The worst stuff in this respect may be stuff you don't use much because it's too good. Nothing owns you like fragile stuff. For example, the "good china" so many households have, and whose defining quality is not so much that it's fun to use, but that one must be especially careful not to break it.


Another way to resist acquiring stuff is to think of the overall cost of owning it. The purchase price is just the beginning. You're going to have to think about that thing for years—perhaps forn



the rest of your life. Every thing you own takes energy away from you. Some give more than they take. Those are the only things worth having.

I've now stopped accumulating stuff. Except books—but books are different. Books are more like a fluid than individual objects. It's not especially inconvenient to own several thousand books, whereas if you owned several thousand random possessions you'd be a local celebrity. But except for books, I now actively avoid stuff. If I want to spend money on some kind of treat, I'll take services over goods any day.



I'm not claiming this is because I've achieved some kind of zenlike detachment from material things. I'm talking about something more mundane. A historical change has taken place, and I've now realized it. Stuff used to be valuable, and now it's not.

In industrialized countries the same thing happened with food in the middle of the twentieth century. As food got cheaper (or we got richer; they're indistinguishable), eating too much started to be a bigger danger than eating too little. We've now reached that point with stuff. For most

people, rich or poor, stuff has become a burden.


The good news is, if you're carrying a burden without knowing it, your life could be better than you realize. Imagine walking around for years with five pound ankle weights, then suddenly having them removed.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Food/Friend/Dream

So today my friend Amanda is coming over with her new boyfriend Justin. We are all going to eat this chicken pasta thing from macaroni grill box ha ha and i think it will taste simply delicious. I had a short dream that i was talking to Mitchell Davis on the phone & Amanda was commenting on how cute his voice sounded and then I had this really creepy/ kinda scary dream that i won't go into details because it takes to long with my descriptions. Long dream short I foretell how i was supposed to kill these kids and old lady and did it but then two kids survived and i had to kill them. They ended up chasing after me to the roof tops and then this old man with short white hair and long white robes came to my rescue. He summoned a Lion and it killed the evil demon children and the witch that were controlling them... The End... Yeah.. People say I have bizarre dreams and I find it to be quite true.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Exclamation Mark


Today I feel like being the old me and paint. I did some cheesy dances, I played laser tag with the kitties, slept on my neighbors couch and ate their food like I used to. I came back and put on my ripped up holy jeans and brought down my painting gear and all, ready to explore again!


Thursday, April 29, 2010

What Now?

What is life? Does it fly by? Or does it decide to slow down? To make the precious seconds count? Or to make everything hurt inside even more?

To hold ones stomach is to keep them together; from the emotions built up. Sadness, anger, depression, confusion, discomfort, giddy, hysterical. It all equals to the miserable. No matter how you look at it, life is still going.

Changes might occur. Sometimes it works and other times it doesn't. But what can you do about it? Should you go with the flow or should you change your path even more so. Make life change course. Then what?

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Quotes from afar


I don't know how to express that being with someone so dangerous, is the last time I felt safe.

All it takes is a little faith, trust and pixie dust.

Everything in the forest has its season. Where one thing falls, another grows. Maybe not what was there before, but something new and wonderful all the same.


Never leave without a kind parting word. For you never know if you will meet in this world again.

What are four walls, anyway? They are what they contain. The house protects the dreamer. Unthinkably good things can happen, even late in the game. It's such a surprise.

I SUPPORT LIFE

MONTH ONE:
Mommy,
I am only 4 inches long,
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

MONTH TWO:
Mommy,
Today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me,
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

MONTH THREE:
You know what, Mommy?
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad, too,
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

MONTH FOUR:
Mommy,
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine,
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it, too.

MONTH FIVE:
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby, Mommy... your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

MONTH SIX:
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

MONTH SEVEN
Mommy,
I am okay.
I am in God's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me, Mommy?

EVERY ABORTION IS JUST...
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
One more person who can never change the world....
If you're against abortion, put this in your profile.


All of these quotes came from Psychopompic Rabbit's (By the way the definition for a Psychopompic is:Psychopompic literally meaning the "guide of souls" ) are creatures, spirits, angels, or deities in many religions whose responsibility is to escort newly-deceased souls to the afterlife. Their role is not to judge the deceased, but simply provide safe passage. Frequently depicted on funerary art, psychopomps have been associated at different times and in different cultures with horses, whippoorwills, ravens, dogs, crows, owls, sparrows, cuckoos, rabbits and harts.
In Jungian psychology, the psychopomp is a mediator between the unconscious and conscious realms. It is symbolically personified in dreams as a wise man (or woman), or sometimes as a helpful animal.) Profile on www.gaiaonline.com/p/9067505

You may not be able to see what she has written in her profile because you have to probably sign up. But you don't have to. It's just what I found to be interesting and wanted to share it with you.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Happiness is like peeing in your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel its warmth.

Today when I woke up on the couch I felt almost complete. My fever and sinuses have succumbed and I was happy because of that and my mom had made my dad and me breakfast in bed. C:
But then I tried playing a game... I beat one level... But I could never beat the Boss Levels... So when my mother came down stairs I got mad... Grrr... Stupid Game..
Now I am back to being Happy.

I was so happy I:
  • Cleaned up all the trash upstairs
  • Cleaned out the tube of doom
  • Took a nice hot shower
  • Relaxed
  • Helped my mom with a few things before she had to leave for her Russian Class that she teaches
  • Checked to make sure all of my teachers got my e-mails about me being sick
Now all I have to do is Complete in MLA format my English Paper ( real easy) and
Watch my Brother play in a Tennis Match. He is number one singles on his (and my old) team

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

You Can't Always Get What You Want

I want to go exploring in the woods in our backyard.

I want to be outside all day long and then come inside for a brake and eat a BLT sandwich and a glass of grape white juice.

I want my dad to be driving in his PT Cruiser while listening to oldies on the way to the tennis courts with my brother and I. And on the way home we stop at a gas station to grab the glass bottles of Coke and Orange sodas.

I want to hear my dad playing his CD while singing along to them.

I want my old dad back, not a new one.

I want to be able to go on adventures and enjoy the sun as it seeps down into my olive green skin. I want to feel the heat as I am helping my dad garden with the flowers, vegetables and fruits.

But I know all of the things I want will not happen. Everything in my families life has changed. For me, I don't know if it's for the better or for the worse.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

February 14, 2010 he asked me out!

Oh and I forgot to tell you that on March 14, 2010 was my 1 Month Anniversary with Christopher .

Stuff that is on my Mind Today

Firstly I want to say that I tried logging in sooooooooooo many times, that when I really saw what I was doing wrong, I felt so dumb-strucked. I was typing up my new e-mail address when really I was to put in my old e-mail account. I mean Hello! Oh well..... Back to my thoughts...
  • I want my sister, Alex, to stop being an imature person. Although my sister is an adult, she acts more like a child.
  • I know I'm an adult and act like a child, but I am also three years youngers and have much to learn. I want to be a little kid as much as I can. I don't want to grow up all the way. If I do, I am afraid I will never go back to having fun and being a kid I once was.
  • I want my brother Serge to be more of a fun teenager and less of a cocky boy who thinks he knows about everything!
  • I want Alex to stop getting annoyed or frustrated whenever my mom cries. She is so very rude when she tells my mom to stop crying. It annoyes me when she does it. My mother does this to get all the pain, stress ans everthing else, to get it all out of her. However, my sister does not seem to realize this. But if she does, she sure isn't trying to be nicer to her. Grr.
  • I want for my dad to get much, much, much better. He is very much on his way to becoming better, as he is drinking more times then I can count on my fingers and toes.
  • I want for my boyfriend Chris and I to stay together for a very long time; through thick and thin. And so far he is doing a very good job of it. :)

I currently heard that some woman is selling Rice Crispy Treats for 50¢ and I want one because I am super HUNGRY.....