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This is my favorite joke ever.

Jess Day

I fall in love with things pretty easily. Books, music, tv, movies, people, artforms, history, science, poetry, everthing.

But oh man is this show brilliant. It is definitely my favorite.

And really, it’s easy to tell why, I mean, I love glee like crazy, and what it stands for and the type of characters and issues they’re showing on like, popular tv, it’s awesome. But I mean, I’m not in the show, there’s no one there who I can say, that’s how I feel and what I act like and what I could plausibly be like some day.

Maybe in some ways I am more clueless and less clueless than Jess, and I’ve been thinking more and more about teaching high school, rather than middle school, and hopefully I won’t ever fall for someone just because of their hair, but I mean pretty much other than that she’s the closest character to myself I’ve ever seen in tv or movie. I mean, I wish I could say it was Hermione Granger, but what smart girl doesn’t wish that, and I don’t think she embodies me quite as much. And with books there are many characters I relate too and see parts of myselves in, I would have to sift through a lot of memories to see if there’s a clearer vision of me in there somewhere.

But New Girl, wow, it just makes me so happy. My quirky, whimsical, hopeful inner workings are remarkably Jess-like. Maybe that’s why it makes me so happy to watch it. She influences lives the same way I try to.

I could blather on forever about this, so this is it.

You should probably celebrate with a slice of pie.

Link

Matthew Vines: The Gay Debate: The Bible and Homosexuality

matthewvines:

Alright, I’d just like to start by saying thank you to everybody for coming tonight – I really appreciate it – and for being interested in learning more about this subject. I also want to thank College Hill United Methodist for graciously agreeing to host the event. My name is Matthew…

Please watch this, or read the transcript. Especially if you are against gay marriage, or believe that the bible condemns gay marriage.

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.

Sylvia Plath (via fromtheweirdtotheinsane)

This is how I feel, and a part of what causes me to panic.

I went to engineering semi last weekend.

I danced a lot, had some interesting conversations, and saw some 4-stream friends.

I forgot the bus scheduled and ended up ruining the cutest curly hair I have probably ever done by myself, due to walking all the way to school in the wind.

This is by the end of the night when my blue makeup is all smudged and my nails are marked up, but hey, you probably didn’t even notice till I pointed it out.

Anyways, I think a certain boy wanted to see these 😉

P.S. Dance music is mostly hilariously awful, and some of it isn’t even easy to dance to! I mean there was a waltz of all things!? I would have rathered Los Camposinos!, though dramatic renditions of Don’t Stop Believing were fun.

P.S.S. I did the brightening the inside corner of the eyes thing that missglamorazzi does, I think it looks pretty 🙂

Complexities of Longing

Remembering people and places I’ve lots touch with makes me wonder if humans were meant to travel wide and far, even amiciably growing a part from people has a sort of pain to it. There is only so much time and energy to put into friendships, and maybe if we didn’t move around so much we would not aquire and shed the way we do, for it is hard to remain close over great distance, especially when years slip by. I do not know why it is I desire to hold on to connections so tightly, although human nature itself is surely the reason in part, I wonder if perhaps the isolation I felt from my peers for some time led my to hold so tight to the friends I made. Sometimes I simply forget, but if I remember, bumping into some trace of what we had, or the person themself, the waves of nostalgia overtake me. It is a strange feeling to be content in the present, and even excited for the future, while still missing the past. However it feels rooted to my extreme disconfort with eternity and mortality, I would like to have forever to explain time in both directions.

Strangely enough, this is probably also why I’m a pack rat, and a compassionate person.

It’s late but I got a lot done today!

  • 4 loads of laundry + actually folding
  • cleaned room
  • cooked dinner (avacado + salt + pepper, perogies + sour cream)
  • skype meeting
  • three important lengthy emails
  • updated my resume
  • skyped the boy, phoned the family
  • read another chapter of the Now Habit by Neil Fiore
  • set up my unschedual
  • caught up on big bang theory
  • caught up on my youtube subscriptions
  • finished my no edge drawing
  • bonus: cat version of no edge drawing
  • and even a little down time

I mean, I actually got my incredibly long list done and some! Although of course, my lists are still abnormally long because I a) have so many ideas for projects and articles and b) the more things I do the more ideas and work seems to be generated.

But still, a good day.

by my count (resume, email, chores) I put in 5:55 of quality work.