WHAT ABOUT HYPHENS?
“What about hyphens?”
“Does a hyphenated word count as one or two?”
“One. Two.” She sighed. “Whatever.”
“It really matters,” he said, agitated. “If it’s one, I’ve got forty-nine words. If it’s two, I’ve got fifty-one.” “What about numbers?” she asked, mischievously. 49? 51? Now he was really worried.
Take a Lap
I lift up my legs again and again. I don't think I can keep this up for much longer. The window isn't getting any closer. Why bother on an elliptical? I could have a change of scenery. That would be nice. Up and down. I'm almost done. End of session.
"Watch your thoughts, for they become words. Choose your words, for they become actions. Understand your actions, for they become habits. Study your habits, for they will become your character. Develop your character, for it becomes your destiny."
The Essence of Destiny
Shower time. I love taking showers, because it is so relaxing. Water is the most powerful force on earth. In the shower its just you and the water.
Its also a really great place to think.
Thinking where you don't even know you are thinking. Which is of course where you get most of your best ideas.
I found this article describing unconscious thinking to stimulate ideas.
"One way to stimulate unconscious thinking is to engage in physical exercise. Jogging, swimming, biking, hiking, weight-lifting -- all of these activities are great for idea generation. The key is they are all sort of mindless - not requiring much detailed thought. This may seem paradoxical -- if you are trying to shut down your conscious mind, wouldn't you want to distract it with a conscious thought process? No -- it seems you want to have the opposite effect-- you want to lull the conscious questioning thinker to sleep, and simple repetitive physical work seems to do that. Likewise, playing a rhythm instrument like drums or bass, or any sort of rhythmic chanting or dancing, will produce a similar result."
Where do everyone else's best thoughts come?
One of my friends is an advocate for the bathroom. Not showering, just the bathroom.
Do you know why I'm here?
Are you scared?
A Hospice Care Nurse and Margaret Volker (1923 - 2003)
During mass today I learned something that I had not previously known. The company that makes Newman's Own salad dressing donates all of their profits after taxes to charity. It really made me think about what it is that people are willing to do for the sake of charity.
Penn State Students put hours and hours into THON. I know that I would be extremely hard pressed to stay awake for an entire 48 hours, let alone dance for 48 hours.
Relay for Life does overnight runs along with smaller scale events to fund-raise for the American Cancer Society.
What have I really done to help out charities? I haven't been self-less and given up vast quantities of money that I've earned or worked to raise it. I think that the world could take a huge turn for the better if we all took the hint that I got today, get out there and work to make a difference in someone else's world.
Three french hens;
two turtle doves;
and a partridge in a pear tree!
The 12 Days of Christmas
All hail the power of three! Some of the best things in life come in threes, for example: these past three entries, (Go Amanda!) the posse (Andrew, April, and me), and most importantly (actually not) I'm a third child.
Since this is all about the number three, I'm going to give three good reasons why this entry is so short and makes no sense.
1.) This is the third entry I've written since I got back from break, I have to get back into the groove of things again.
2.) It is after 3:00 in the morning. (Almost an hour and a half after that actually.)
3.) Amanda wanted three entries up by 6:00am this morning and that deadline is in less then three hours.
I hope you all enjoyed my bubbling over of happiness at the number three!
Write in any way that works for you. Write in a tuxedo or in the shower with a raincoat or in a cave deep in the woods.
I had the privilege to sit in on one of Dr. Arnzen's classes, the writing of fiction. During that class period we wrote a simple three paragraph short story. I have to note that it is hard to write a short story in three paragraphs, especially during a designated amount of class time. The idea is simple, make up a scar and write about it. I was pleased with what I came up with, at least considering the time frame I'd done it in, so here it is.
I'm not really sure what makes me remember every time I open the fridge door, its just that same old nagging feeling. Stupid elbow. Why did it like that fridge anyway? I got it outside, with no food in sight.
We were rock climbing, Chris and I. We were really having a blast. Maybe that’s the reason we weren't being very careful. That just seems so stupid and pointless when you're having a good time, its not like you're hurting anything. We started a competition as to who could get further from the rock-face. That dissolved into who could "fly" the longest. I wasn't worries, my feet knew just when to catch me again. Chris's didn't. He overestimated his arc and smashed into me and I in turn was smashed into the rock-face.
My elbow was ground into the cliff side. I was more annoyed by the fact that blood got all over my gear then the splintered elbow. We didn't panic like other teenagers would have. Cool as you like we climbed down the rocks. After the ER doctor stitched me up he looked down at my newly acquired wound. "Its going to look like you've got a banana holding your elbow together." Stupid fridge.
"Who doesn't believe that they won't have a blog entry by the end of the day?"
Its started again, this time with a new generation! The bloggers from last semester have returned and there are now some new ones crawling out of the woodwork. Okay so I know this entry is more then a little overdue (check out some of the work those new bloggers have done already!), I definately take a late strike on this one.
Julie Young gave her presentation on the basic aspects of this great world of the blogosphere. The first thing I have to say, way to put a lot of effort into a presentation. And last, it seemed censored.
Swearing was mentioned and how it is out of place in blogs. I know that swearing is a vulgar addition to conversation, but vulgar conversation has its own time and place, including sometimes being pointed out in blogs. For example check out the End of the World cartoon I posted about last semester. Just for the record, I swear as little as possible and think that Julie made an amazing point about this one.
That about wraps it up for this entry, I've got to get myself back on the ball. : )
I have just finished watching my new and improved senior class video. This one wasn't put together for the entire senior class; this one was put together for the gang. Its title: In This Diary - Seven Years of Friendship.
Tomorrow at around noonish I'm heading back to Seton Hill and the joy of college life. I'm really looking forward to it, thanks largely in part to last semester being a blast (or at least most of it, not all of it though). However, I'm not looking forward to leaving here.
If given the option two weeks ago I would have pounced on it. Everyone here was still busy with the holidays and family (including me) so I didn't see people nearly as much. But as soon as Kristi held her birthday/New Year's bash people schedules seemed to mesh a little better. In the words of my amazing older sister, "You've been out every night this break!" It wasn't quite as exciting as all that, but she had a point. I adored seeing all of my friends again, I don't think I got the slightest bit sick of even a second of it.
Looking back at the video that Lindsay made for each of us over this break I should have been happy and laughing really really hard. Some of our best times caught on film. Laughter was however not the emotion that tore through me. I actually cried. Because even though this break has been amazing beyond what I had imagined it to be, things have changed. We still have massive amounts of fun together and I doubt that will ever change. However there are much larger gaps now then there were before. It looks like those gaps are going to keep getting bigger. So I cried.
I guess that a part of me is always going to be mourning what has passed. The quote that fits this moment exactly is this, "You can never go back to a moment when you were happy." (Gail Carson Levine - Ella Enchanted)
I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
Groucho Marx (1890-1977)
Let me explain what goes on in my house. My mother has deemed that TV is one of the worst advances in technology to date. So basically I grew up reading instead of watching TV; things haven't changed much. In fact, we don't have cable and live in a valley, so I have no access to any TV programs in my house.
I felt the need to explain why I thought the quote fit in well with this entry, because I didn't think anyone else would understand the connection without it.
This break I have been going out of my mind trying to remember the name of this book, Summers at Castle Auburn. It would have been easy to figure out except this is what I remembered to go on: Its about this girl who goes to visit this castle every summer. She is in love with the Prince and he is engaged to her cousin or something. Then the Prince dies and this other guy becomes King - that guy's name was Kent. That was it. I know it isn't much and along with that, my descriptions were pretty limited.
I didn't even know where I had read this book or why, but for some reason I wanted to reread it and could not figure out what it was called. Luckily I managed to get help.
I had thought that I may have borrowed the book from one of my friends, then I limited it down to Vania. So the first chance I get I ask Vania for help in figuring out my plight. She gave it her best shot, but in the end it was Ali who saved me.
Ali was in the room and recognized my description. She then asked about the cover of the book, which thankfully I remembered after she mentioned it. She knew what the cover looked like after having to shelf the book at Schlow Library.
Isn't it amazing what you can figure what with a little to go on and the right help?
"I'm not stupid. You're Emmy."
Diana Geleskie (1985 - )
Before I get started I have a few things to say on the subject of Emmy.
First off, who is this Emmy chic? She one of my amazing fun high school/middle school (yes that long) friends. She is the fearless camp director of our summer bash, Camp Emmy. She is also one of the craziest people I know.
Next off, Emmy has a way of wording things that is completely random. The rest of us have found a few of her vocab words sneaking into our everyday speech. For example: quality. I have gotten multiple questions when I say this one including, is that a Pittsburgh thing (like pop)? Everyone gets the meaning but the context is a little weird.
Now onto the story.
For some reason, whenever you're around Emmy strange things just happen. Today the gang headed over to Ali's place to chill and act like we were 12 again. (Hey, its fun and what else are you supposed to do in State College?) Anyway, Emmy, Maizie, Alexa, and I got into an extremely heated game of Sorry! At the beginning of the game Emmy dug her own grave. She basically screwed everyone over in an attempt to gain the lead, which she had for a long time.
Now came the time for revenge, at least for Maizie and I. Alexa gets an ideal opportunity to switch places with Emmy. I think just quoting the next few seconds of the game will give the best impression.
Alexa - "I don't know if I should do it to her . . ."
Maizie - "Oh, I think you should."
at the same time
Me - "Do it to her! Do it to her! Do it to her!"
Emmy - "Diana!"
Everyone turn to Emmy saying "Yes?" with their eyes
Emmy - "I'm not thinking dirty thoughts! She’s the one who said it!"
After the game was over and then several hours later, (Alexa won by the way) Emmy was my ride back to my house owing to the fact that I live in the same direction away from town as she does. Lindsay also lives in our direction and we ended up behind her. You know how normal people are when they are behind someone in the car that they've just spent several hours with? Beep once or twice and that’s it. Not with Emmy.
After turning at yet another of the traffic lights that has been added over the years Emmy pipes up, "We should so follow her home." I put in my two cents then, "Totally Emmy, we totally should." "Okay." (slight pause) "You realize that I'm actually going to follow her home, don't you?" "I'm not stupid. You're Emmy." So we do. We follow Lindsay to her house. It worked out well though, we only stayed all of 5 minutes.
I don't really know why I posted about the randomness that makes up my home life. However one thing is for sure, everyone needs to have a friend like Emmy about on such boring days.
The opposite of talking isn't listening. The opposite of talking is waiting.
Fran Lebowitz (1950 - )
Who would have thought that the girl who talks to much would turn mute? Well, guess what folks, its happened. For the last two days I haven't been the one doing that much of the talking.
I happen to agree with this quote fully and completely. For the past two days I've been waiting for the phone to ring, so that I will get a chance to talk.
Then it does, the waiting is over! But no. I was wrong. A short few minutes later I slid the phone back into the receiver and wait for tomorrow to hurry up and get here.
Why do I sit around waiting for the phone to ring? Because each time I can get out a few more words. Maybe by this time next week I'll have managed a sentence.
I know that I haven't been making much sense. I don't expect to. I don't even make sense to myself.
Oh well, I'm going to head off and get lost in the world of the Sims.
The first rule of fight club is; you do not talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is; you do not talk about fight club. Third rule of fight club; someone yells stop, goes limp, passes out, the fight is over. Forth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time fellows. Sixth rule; no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.
Tyler Durden (Brad Pitt) Fight Club
Okay, I know I'm a little behind on the times, but Fight Club was the last movie I saw in 2003. (It actually finished up with about 35 minutes left in the year.)
My mind was completely blown by the movie. A new year and two movies later, (Animal House and Office Space) I was still asking questions about it.
I don't know if it had something to do with the fact that I did not watch any of the actual fights, excepting where he beats himself up, but I did not get this movie right away. I could understand his need to get help for his severe case of insomnia. I could even understand how he formed fight club to do so. What I didn't get was how he watched himself doing it without realizing that he was the one doing it.
If he and Tyler were the same person, how could he not remember any of it? How could he be in two places at once? (I had sooooooo many questions about the car scene it wasn't even funny anymore.)
It makes sense if you don't think about it. Even when you do think about it there is sense buried there.
I guess what I'm trying to say was that it was an extremely interesting movie. It makes me want to read the book by Chuck Palahniuk. (This is not the normal type of book that I would be interested in reading.)
I also found it interesting to look at the movie mistakes since I really didn't get it the whole way through.