Tag Archives: me

Some Things I Like

-RENT
-boys with freckles
-airplane rides above clouds
-Ethics
-The Beatles
-the words potential, impact and glisten
-anything written by Orson Scott Card
-cream puffs
-Wizard (the game)
-campfires
-NPH
-being accepted
-public speaking
-Calculus
-shooting stars
-Shad Valley UNBelievable 2010
-kind people
-Tipi Camp
-dreaming (day or night)
-holding hands
-laptops
-appreciations/yearbooks/other things people sign with messages
-heritage towns
-humming birds
-old wind up toys
-receiving mail
-beautifully illustrated childrens books
-inside jokes

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Things you might find out about me in surveys if I wasn’t too cool for them ;)

  • I am fascinated by peoples motives, relationships, beliefs and emotions
  • I am not frightened of the dark but I am easily frightened when it is dark
  • I plan what I’m going to write in my head before I write it
  • I know how to solve a rubik’s cube
  • I cherish things like yearbooks, appreciations and journals
  • I am currently reading Orson Scott Card’s book Songmaster
  • I just learned how to use google calendar
  • I had a dream once which I pierced my ears and didn’t like it, so I have never pierced my ears
  • I have friends across the country from Vancouver to St. John’s named James
  • I wished to be a fairy when I was a child
  • Benadryl can knock me out for 14 hours
  • I miss everyone from Shad Valley UNB 2010 a ton and a half
  • I am more excited than frightened for university this coming September
  • My last text was to Bethany
  • I seek meaning everywhere
  • I’m getting up at 7:25 tomorrow so goodnight! (and sweet dreams)

The Reason I Will Be A Scientist

The deepest reason I have for wanting to be a science is a combination of fear and need to understand. I feel regular jolts in my day to day life – what I am experiencing, what is consciousness, time? How can I think and feel now and not be able to sometime in the distant incomprehensible future? The very thought of mortality is terrifying. However it propels me to question things, to wonder about the very structure of the universe. How can their be anything without someone or something to observe it? Would it matter if there was or wasn’t anything without sentient beings of some sort to observe? And while these questions may seem more science fiction than of this world I sometimes feel like our everyday actions and existences start to lose meaning if we don’t bring depth ourselves. Whether it be depth of thought, feeling, purpose. And only in this last year have I started to find the words to express these nagging out-of-place feelings whose stirrings have plagued me for years. I can remember the very moment they first struck me, and how I struggled to control or understand them somehow, with little success. Now I have gained some tools and guidance through philosophy, psychology, astronomy, all the sciences. The same fields which most likely led me to feel this way in the first place. Although I am still unsettled, I am becoming more ready to question even my questions, to look deeper into things that frighten and intrigue me. How does time work? What is scale and where do humans fit on it? Sometimes it is very hard to sort through all the clutter of our own personalities to find our core, what we’re truly made of? Extraction of our will from the manipulations of environment and circumstance that equally shape us. But I believe this is central to myself, the desire for deep understanding, for the type of peace that comes with that understanding.

Windblown in my new summers dress 🙂

Realistic Love Letters

I fall in love from a distance easily and swiftly. I know I idolize people, and that it can prevent true connections from forming, and I’m working on that, but I’m still a bit of awe of anyone with talent or passion. Maybe they’re the same thing. Lately I keep thinking, I could fall in love with a mathematician, or someone who does scientific research, who would be my equal. I could only be happy with someone who is brilliant. But the next day it will be, I’ll love someone with their own life, with their own interests, who I’ll never be able to fully understand, but that won’t matter. This week I’m sure it will be someone with freckles. Last week I was sure I’d fall for someone with a beautiful voice. Or maybe someone who is reckless, or ambitious, or brave, or broken. We could repair each other. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m open to the possibilities. I think people am not always the best at understanding or interacting. I think people are beautiful.