Ah, jeez.
You know what I hate to love? Discovering new blogs. As an English major/writing nerd, deep down I get so excited when I find a new blog full of all those wonderful posts I can't wait to read. I sit there for hours and essentially stalk the online life of some new stranger and whatever they felt like sharing about their life because they're so dang funny and they have such good written communication skills [one of the 7 necessary to be a successful human being according to my 10th grade English teacher. it's number 3.] that I can't stop!
Blogs are kind of like my heroin in that way.
Actually, that simile isn't completely accurate. I think what's more true is blogs are kind of like my version of bulimia. It's not just that I'm continuously addicted to reading blogs and meandering through the internet. What happens to me is I find something new and exciting in the blog world and then I binge and binge and binge on it because it's so intellectually delicious that I can't stop and then days or weeks later I hit a plateau and I purge myself of that particular thing for a while until I need to return or find a new scintillating site to scarf.
Yeah, that's more accurate. It's a binge and purge thing.
Guess what folks, while I love to stimulate my mind and laugh hysterically, after the initial enjoyment hits, there's this wave of horror. I think it's Jiminy Cricket talking to me, because he says it in that stupid voice that makes you so angry because of how right and genuine it is. But inside my head I hear, "You haven't posted anything in a long time. You haven't posted anything worthwhile in waaaaay longer than that. You should probably decide if you want to take blogging seriously for once like you always tell yourself you're going to."
And then I start to resent that beautiful new blog that I loved so much, and hence my plateau.
Today I found a new blog thanks to my friend Christy, and I heard Jiminy within reading three posts. this is what he said, "His writing is so witty, and sharp. I really love his tone and style. Too bad none of the stuff you write is like this. What has it been? weeks since your last few posts? and wasn't it months before those?"
Did you notice his judgmental tone? I didn't like hearing Jiminy today. Especially not on New Year's Eve, when I'm supposed to reevaluate my life and what not.
But I guess making a resolution to become a better blogger is certainly more attainable than the other resolutions most of us like to joke that we'll keep. Or start.
Yeah, I think I'll stick with dedicating myself to being a better blogger as my resolution. Because let's be real. Any of you reading this know I'll be back at Taco Bell next week, or I'll waste money on some new purse I don't need right before a mission, or I'll rationalize watching just one of my melodrama/reality shows instead of giving them all up. We all know it would start with Jersey Shore and I'd be right back to where I am.
So instead of changing any of that, I'm just gonna write about it more.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
It really is a Wonderful Life.
Busy, Busy, Busy.
But in the moments I'm allowed to claim, I'm looking back. I'm stepping into the still-somewhat-unknown. For the first time, I'm looking ahead the right way-- by looking around.
For me it's always been about living in remembrance or vicariously. I tend to look behind and pick and choose the happy moments to validate the claim that "my life used to be good or happy or simple" or to put others on pedestals and aspire to dreams that seem ideal but are not truly my own.
I'm starting new though, I'm figuring myself out. I'm doing things that are simple, uninspired, mediocre at best, but that make me genuinely happy for my circumstances right now.
Whether it's volunteering for a high school theater production, working retail times two, driving 40 minutes to the smallest social circle I've had thus far, or driving around the beautiful county roads by myself, I'm finding that even my pessimism and automatic cranky disposition can't even mask the true happiness I feel.
I once wrote about this strange, foreign person residing in my brain, wanting to change my perspectives. I feel like she's still there, but we've come to a peaceful compromise. There are still so many life changes ahead of me, but they're still ahead rather than here.
This year has been about perspective, not about patience or punishment.
On that note, I suggest you all go find your most cozy blanket, sip some cocoa, and sit down to enjoy one of the following movies
But in the moments I'm allowed to claim, I'm looking back. I'm stepping into the still-somewhat-unknown. For the first time, I'm looking ahead the right way-- by looking around.
For me it's always been about living in remembrance or vicariously. I tend to look behind and pick and choose the happy moments to validate the claim that "my life used to be good or happy or simple" or to put others on pedestals and aspire to dreams that seem ideal but are not truly my own.
I'm starting new though, I'm figuring myself out. I'm doing things that are simple, uninspired, mediocre at best, but that make me genuinely happy for my circumstances right now.
Whether it's volunteering for a high school theater production, working retail times two, driving 40 minutes to the smallest social circle I've had thus far, or driving around the beautiful county roads by myself, I'm finding that even my pessimism and automatic cranky disposition can't even mask the true happiness I feel.
I once wrote about this strange, foreign person residing in my brain, wanting to change my perspectives. I feel like she's still there, but we've come to a peaceful compromise. There are still so many life changes ahead of me, but they're still ahead rather than here.
This year has been about perspective, not about patience or punishment.
On that note, I suggest you all go find your most cozy blanket, sip some cocoa, and sit down to enjoy one of the following movies
Monday, October 31, 2011
I called it.
I probably can't do a lot of justice in writing to the changes that have taken place since coming home.
I spent the summer with family and friends, and when fall came I stayed right where I was. No packing, no airplanes, no classes.
And despite it being surreal that I'm home in Westminster with changing leaves, colder weather, and even snow, rather than back at the sandy, sunshiny, beach with groups of close friends, I'm the happiest I've been in a long time.
My patience is definitely being tried. Today marks three weeks and one day since my mission papers went in. I am itching to know what my future holds but most of all when it will start. That's the only part that frustrates me. Many people I know of who've recently gotten their calls don't leave until the spring. That's enough time for another semester!
Do I stay here where I'm happy but bored, or risk going back to unhappiness just to actually be accomplishing something? So many questions.
What's great though, is that I can already tell I'm becoming a new person. I find so little to complain about anymore and I'm content to roll with the punches as they come. That's pretty unusual for me. But don't get me wrong, I love it.
So although my day-to-day is much more low-key, and I'm often bored and lazy, the nights out with friends, the ysa activities, the afternoons at rehearsal, and even working, have added peace to my life.
I'm happy. So happy. I just feel... joyous.
Life is looking great, and I'm so thrilled I followed the guidance to serve a mission. Everything just feels right, and my faith and acceptance in following instructions has grown so much.
Maybe I'm crazy to say I didn't like Hawaii, or to blame any unhappiness on the fact that I was there, but there is no denying the fact that here I am in Maryland, the happiest I've been since high school.
I spent the summer with family and friends, and when fall came I stayed right where I was. No packing, no airplanes, no classes.
And despite it being surreal that I'm home in Westminster with changing leaves, colder weather, and even snow, rather than back at the sandy, sunshiny, beach with groups of close friends, I'm the happiest I've been in a long time.
My patience is definitely being tried. Today marks three weeks and one day since my mission papers went in. I am itching to know what my future holds but most of all when it will start. That's the only part that frustrates me. Many people I know of who've recently gotten their calls don't leave until the spring. That's enough time for another semester!
Do I stay here where I'm happy but bored, or risk going back to unhappiness just to actually be accomplishing something? So many questions.
What's great though, is that I can already tell I'm becoming a new person. I find so little to complain about anymore and I'm content to roll with the punches as they come. That's pretty unusual for me. But don't get me wrong, I love it.
So although my day-to-day is much more low-key, and I'm often bored and lazy, the nights out with friends, the ysa activities, the afternoons at rehearsal, and even working, have added peace to my life.
I'm happy. So happy. I just feel... joyous.
Life is looking great, and I'm so thrilled I followed the guidance to serve a mission. Everything just feels right, and my faith and acceptance in following instructions has grown so much.
Maybe I'm crazy to say I didn't like Hawaii, or to blame any unhappiness on the fact that I was there, but there is no denying the fact that here I am in Maryland, the happiest I've been since high school.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
a rollercoaster of sorts.
Today was rather intense.
The three year anniversary of the accident that took Matt and Caitlin's lives is this week. The family held a graveside gathering for family and friends to honor the anniversary and to let everyone come out and see the newly-placed gravestone and bench.
The poem on the side is actually one that I framed, along with pictures of Matt and Caitlin, and gave to the family. I was so unbelievably touched when their mom, Michelle, told me it meant so much to them that it was permanently a part of their memory.
What's especially significant about this anniversary for me is that I'm actually home. When the accident occurred, I was half-way through my first semester of college in Hawaii, and wasn't able to come home for any part of it. Not Matt's funeral, not during Caitlin's two weeks in the hospital, and not her funeral. The funerals along with the anniversary ceremonies, were all relayed by family and friends. Everything I knew of them was second-hand. Don't get me wrong, the events sounded amazing, heartbreaking, therapeutic, and filled with love, but I hadn't really experienced any of it for myself. Today I was surrounded by family and friends who were all just as effected by their passing as I was. I found so much comfort and strength in finally being a part of it all. I finally feel like my healing process is complete.
At the graveside, the parents mentioned that a former classmate of Matt's is creating a documentary about the accident, the impact, and the long-lasting effects still felt today. He interviewed the family throughout the weekend and was filming the gathering. They extended the offer that if anyone would like to sit with Nate and tell their experience and let him ask a few questions, they would love to have us involved.
I in now way intended to offer an interview with this person I had only heard of from high school, but of course, their dad approached me privately and asked if I would be willing to sit and talk with Nate and tell my story because it would mean a lot to the family. Who could say no to that?
He asked questions like how would you describe their personalities, what did you do together, can you tell me about the morning of the accident, what was your experience while Caitlin was in the hospital, how was the ceremony earlier for you as your first time being back, what is it like with them gone, what have you learned from this, what do you miss most about them, and what advice would you give people in relation to this situation?
My experience was really very different than the other friends that were interviewed. I wasn't here, I didn't have anyone else around me grieving, I didn't go through the pain of attending their funerals. But I struggled with handling such a deep loss on my own, with not saying goodbye while my loved ones did, and with missing out on something that brought all of my friends so close together.
I honestly don't even remember half of what I said, and I'm pretty sure I rambled a lot, but what I do know is that recalling the details of my emotions surrounding their deaths wasn't fun- I maybe started heading for breakdown mode a little but gained my composure eventually- but I genuinely hope that Nate is able to make the documentary into something beautiful that will lift spirits and touch hearts and change perspectives. That was the kind of effect Matt and Caitlin had on every person they met, and I know it will translate into remembering them through this film.
The three year anniversary of the accident that took Matt and Caitlin's lives is this week. The family held a graveside gathering for family and friends to honor the anniversary and to let everyone come out and see the newly-placed gravestone and bench.
The poem on the side is actually one that I framed, along with pictures of Matt and Caitlin, and gave to the family. I was so unbelievably touched when their mom, Michelle, told me it meant so much to them that it was permanently a part of their memory.
What's especially significant about this anniversary for me is that I'm actually home. When the accident occurred, I was half-way through my first semester of college in Hawaii, and wasn't able to come home for any part of it. Not Matt's funeral, not during Caitlin's two weeks in the hospital, and not her funeral. The funerals along with the anniversary ceremonies, were all relayed by family and friends. Everything I knew of them was second-hand. Don't get me wrong, the events sounded amazing, heartbreaking, therapeutic, and filled with love, but I hadn't really experienced any of it for myself. Today I was surrounded by family and friends who were all just as effected by their passing as I was. I found so much comfort and strength in finally being a part of it all. I finally feel like my healing process is complete.
At the graveside, the parents mentioned that a former classmate of Matt's is creating a documentary about the accident, the impact, and the long-lasting effects still felt today. He interviewed the family throughout the weekend and was filming the gathering. They extended the offer that if anyone would like to sit with Nate and tell their experience and let him ask a few questions, they would love to have us involved.
I in now way intended to offer an interview with this person I had only heard of from high school, but of course, their dad approached me privately and asked if I would be willing to sit and talk with Nate and tell my story because it would mean a lot to the family. Who could say no to that?
He asked questions like how would you describe their personalities, what did you do together, can you tell me about the morning of the accident, what was your experience while Caitlin was in the hospital, how was the ceremony earlier for you as your first time being back, what is it like with them gone, what have you learned from this, what do you miss most about them, and what advice would you give people in relation to this situation?
My experience was really very different than the other friends that were interviewed. I wasn't here, I didn't have anyone else around me grieving, I didn't go through the pain of attending their funerals. But I struggled with handling such a deep loss on my own, with not saying goodbye while my loved ones did, and with missing out on something that brought all of my friends so close together.
I honestly don't even remember half of what I said, and I'm pretty sure I rambled a lot, but what I do know is that recalling the details of my emotions surrounding their deaths wasn't fun- I maybe started heading for breakdown mode a little but gained my composure eventually- but I genuinely hope that Nate is able to make the documentary into something beautiful that will lift spirits and touch hearts and change perspectives. That was the kind of effect Matt and Caitlin had on every person they met, and I know it will translate into remembering them through this film.
Love you guys forever.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
I'm going to gloat.
Are you aware that I literally have the best birthday in the year?
I do.
Not only do I share a birthday with Stephen King and comedic genius Bill Murray,
my birthday is also of significance in the LDS religion (Moroni appearing to Joseph Smith).
In addition, my birthday is the perfect placement in avoiding a summer birthday when no one is around to celebrate with you, and being early enough so as not to get mushed in with all the Fall holidays.
Oh but speaking of Fall, my favorite season by the way, I can legitimately say
"It's not Fall until my birthday hits."
That's right. September 21st is the Autumn Equinox. My birthday is literally the start of the best time of year.
See what I mean? I have the best birthday.
I do.
Not only do I share a birthday with Stephen King and comedic genius Bill Murray,
my birthday is also of significance in the LDS religion (Moroni appearing to Joseph Smith).
In addition, my birthday is the perfect placement in avoiding a summer birthday when no one is around to celebrate with you, and being early enough so as not to get mushed in with all the Fall holidays.
Oh but speaking of Fall, my favorite season by the way, I can legitimately say
"It's not Fall until my birthday hits."
That's right. September 21st is the Autumn Equinox. My birthday is literally the start of the best time of year.
See what I mean? I have the best birthday.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Brr!
So I'm recovering from getting my wisdom teeth out this past Thursday. Overall it hasn't been too bad. I was a freakin disaster when I woke up from anesthesia, crying and talking all kinds of nonsense, but after some meds and sleeping it off I felt great.
Yesterday my jaw started to get pretty sore and I've been icing and dosing regularly so it'll subside a little but I get really sore and dizzy from the medicine anyway so I'm not quite back to normal.
So today to bide the time my new good friend Mercedes came over and we made Mac and Cheese, and are currently sitting cozy in bed having a Vampire Diaries marathon!
I love it.
I'm also coloring in my Disney Princess coloring book, because I'm classy and sophisticated, and mature.
Yesterday my jaw started to get pretty sore and I've been icing and dosing regularly so it'll subside a little but I get really sore and dizzy from the medicine anyway so I'm not quite back to normal.
So today to bide the time my new good friend Mercedes came over and we made Mac and Cheese, and are currently sitting cozy in bed having a Vampire Diaries marathon!
I love it.
I'm also coloring in my Disney Princess coloring book, because I'm classy and sophisticated, and mature.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
GREAT NEWS.
during a conversation with a friend about school, I had an epiphany.
drumroll.......
Here is what I want to do with my life, as revealed by skype:
[please don't take this too seriously...coughmomcough]
Erin Dean: oh!
Erin Dean: guess what!
Christy Hoffmann: what??
Erin Dean: i might have a clue of what to do with college
Christy Hoffmann: oh weally?
Erin Dean: well, im closer lol
Erin Dean: i was looking up the requirements for all the majors and stuff
Erin Dean: im one class away from having a theater minor and a coincidental creative writing minor
Erin Dean: so i was like shoot i should just make it an IDS major and be like... i wanna be a screeenwriter...?
Christy Hoffmann: yeah!
Erin Dean: i mean i feel like it would be fun and if it got approved id be out of there in a year
Erin Dean: so im thinking either that or i might try social work rather than teaching
Christy Hoffmann: how come?
Erin Dean: cuz i love english and all but the reason i wanna be a teacher is for the interaction and helping the kids more than being excited about the material and ive always wanted to be involved with a group for underprivileged kids or like inner city after school programs
Erin Dean: so that might be better
Christy Hoffmann: canʻt you do that in a teaching environment?
Erin Dean: yeah but then i have to make them do homework and stuff
Erin Dean: and then grade it
Erin Dean: id rather play board games with them
Christy Hoffmann: lol
Christy Hoffmann: good reason
Erin Dean: ill start a new boys and girls club called "lets play some board games"
Christy Hoffmann: letʻs play clue: a inner-city initiative to solve real crimes from the streets while providing kids with a safe environment
Erin Dean: you are amazing.
Erin Dean: im cutting you in
there you have it, my future.
drumroll.......
Here is what I want to do with my life, as revealed by skype:
[please don't take this too seriously...coughmomcough]
Erin Dean: oh!
Erin Dean: guess what!
Christy Hoffmann: what??
Erin Dean: i might have a clue of what to do with college
Christy Hoffmann: oh weally?
Erin Dean: well, im closer lol
Erin Dean: i was looking up the requirements for all the majors and stuff
Erin Dean: im one class away from having a theater minor and a coincidental creative writing minor
Erin Dean: so i was like shoot i should just make it an IDS major and be like... i wanna be a screeenwriter...?
Christy Hoffmann: yeah!
Erin Dean: i mean i feel like it would be fun and if it got approved id be out of there in a year
Erin Dean: so im thinking either that or i might try social work rather than teaching
Christy Hoffmann: how come?
Erin Dean: cuz i love english and all but the reason i wanna be a teacher is for the interaction and helping the kids more than being excited about the material and ive always wanted to be involved with a group for underprivileged kids or like inner city after school programs
Erin Dean: so that might be better
Christy Hoffmann: canʻt you do that in a teaching environment?
Erin Dean: yeah but then i have to make them do homework and stuff
Erin Dean: and then grade it
Erin Dean: id rather play board games with them
Christy Hoffmann: lol
Christy Hoffmann: good reason
Erin Dean: ill start a new boys and girls club called "lets play some board games"
Christy Hoffmann: letʻs play clue: a inner-city initiative to solve real crimes from the streets while providing kids with a safe environment
Erin Dean: you are amazing.
Erin Dean: im cutting you in
there you have it, my future.
for as much as I've done this summer, I'm really surprised I haven't been writing on here more. I don't know, everything has been very fun and memorable, but nothing I feel particularly inclined to write about. I'm not sure if it's because I can't think of something interesting to say aside from just recounting details of trips and adventures or if I'm just content enough with everything that I don't need this outlet anymore.
whatever it is, I don't like that I've stopped writing. I'm not academically-minded at the moment because i know I don't have to be. I came home in April knowing I wouldn't return to school for another two years. That alone is a strange feeling.
Every fall since 1995 I've started preparing for the school year. I have always been in school. I'm not sure what it will feel like to not attend class, not have homework, not worry about grades. And since becoming accustomed to school away from home, it's definitely been an adjustment living at home for this long. I guess I can only say I expect it to be....strange.
It's a completely new experience.
Bur whether it's good or bad, I hope it doesn't last long. I'm really eager to just have my mission papers turned in the first week of October, and then be on my way as soon as possible.
whatever it is, I don't like that I've stopped writing. I'm not academically-minded at the moment because i know I don't have to be. I came home in April knowing I wouldn't return to school for another two years. That alone is a strange feeling.
Every fall since 1995 I've started preparing for the school year. I have always been in school. I'm not sure what it will feel like to not attend class, not have homework, not worry about grades. And since becoming accustomed to school away from home, it's definitely been an adjustment living at home for this long. I guess I can only say I expect it to be....strange.
It's a completely new experience.
Bur whether it's good or bad, I hope it doesn't last long. I'm really eager to just have my mission papers turned in the first week of October, and then be on my way as soon as possible.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Here's the Situation.
All right, I been busy. It is what it is. Also I had absolutely nothing I felt inclined to blog about, but I've missed it and been looking for something I felt excited enough to write about.
So instead of taking out the trash like I should be, or going to bed like I should be, I'm going to tell you how much I love....
wait for it....
that's right! Jersey Shore!
There is absolutely no way to fully explain why or how I love that show. It's kind of a guilty pleasure that I don't feel guilty about at all. In fact I sort of revel in it and flaunt it because for some reason or other, people never expect me to love the show so much.
In fact, as I type, I'm watching/mostly listening to Season 2 [Miami].
This show. Gosh, sometimes it leaves me speechless. It's just... perfection. The epitome of everything that could possibly be wrong with the generation, showcased in the best way.
wow, sorry, got sucked in. Snooki just had camera time and said, I kid you not, "They're being sympathetic. Yeah, sympathetic. Word of the day, sympathetic."
If you didn't laugh something is wrong with you. Her ignorance is astounding to the point of being adorable.
She also has gems like this one:
On the topic of being hilariously quotable, Pauly D is also quite the comedian. It's not so much the words he says as the facial expression and tone of voice combo that are better than a classic burger and fries.
"Cabs are here"
"T-shirt time"
and this one,
are just a few priceless Pauly D moments.
and goodness, that hair. I'm not sure where he gets his gel but I'm fairly certain it's stronger than cement, just sayin. I've never once caught a glimpse of his hair in any other shape. Amazing.
There are so many funny moments that I forget them all so quickly and have to just continue watching the episodes over and over again.
But seriously, the entire cast interacting with each other is what it's all about. While Snooki, Pauly D, Mike the Situation, and the Ron/Sammy crazystorm are entertaining on their own, the best parts come out of the entire cast being together. All the drunken mistakes and nights out at Karma brought them so close. Deep down they really are just one big happy not at all dysfunctional family. As pictured below.
haha did you love it? That's my favorite picture of the cast. Yes I have a favorite out of all of them.
Well anyway, the main reason for this post is to express to all 12 of you just how excited I am for the premiere of the fourth season, shot in Italy. A high school acquaintance, and facebook friend, of mine spent the spring/summer in Firenze doing I'm not sure what, but a lot of sight seeing and girls' nights out were involved. I love Europe so while I was stalking her pictures I witnessed something amazing.
You know that six degrees of separation thing? I'm officially only two degrees away from the cast of Jersey Shore. [one degree? I dunno how that system works, but I'm one person away] That's right folks. Amongst all those pictures of beautiful Italian buildings and toasting at dinner were pictures in a night club where the cast were partying. She had pictures of all of them! I hadn't envied someone like that since I found out in the fifth grade that my neighbor is related to Justin Timberlake. Fifth cousin twice removed? Still counts!
Screw amazing experiences having to do with living in Italy for a summer, she got to meet the cast of Jersey Shore. THAT is truly once in a lifetime. Italy will always be there. Except maybe Venice in a few decades...
Whether they or anyone else likes it or not, the Jersey Shore cast are always going to be in my heart. My obsession with them is worse than Helga's with Hey Arnold. Next thing you know I'll have busts of each of them sculpted out of gum hiding in my closet. [That really always creeped me out about Helga. How are you that level of creeper at such a young age??]
So to conclude, I might be somewhat well-adjusted for social appearances, but I go bat-sh*t crazy every time the 30 second promos come on MTV.
I scream every time.
I hope you all will join me in spirit Thursday, August 4th, for Jersdays 4.0
and yes I will be skipping institute to watch it. Hope that's not my last straw for damnation...
So instead of taking out the trash like I should be, or going to bed like I should be, I'm going to tell you how much I love....
wait for it....
that's right! Jersey Shore!
There is absolutely no way to fully explain why or how I love that show. It's kind of a guilty pleasure that I don't feel guilty about at all. In fact I sort of revel in it and flaunt it because for some reason or other, people never expect me to love the show so much.
In fact, as I type, I'm watching/mostly listening to Season 2 [Miami].
This show. Gosh, sometimes it leaves me speechless. It's just... perfection. The epitome of everything that could possibly be wrong with the generation, showcased in the best way.
wow, sorry, got sucked in. Snooki just had camera time and said, I kid you not, "They're being sympathetic. Yeah, sympathetic. Word of the day, sympathetic."
If you didn't laugh something is wrong with you. Her ignorance is astounding to the point of being adorable.
She also has gems like this one:
On the topic of being hilariously quotable, Pauly D is also quite the comedian. It's not so much the words he says as the facial expression and tone of voice combo that are better than a classic burger and fries.
"Cabs are here"
"T-shirt time"
and this one,
are just a few priceless Pauly D moments.and goodness, that hair. I'm not sure where he gets his gel but I'm fairly certain it's stronger than cement, just sayin. I've never once caught a glimpse of his hair in any other shape. Amazing.
There are so many funny moments that I forget them all so quickly and have to just continue watching the episodes over and over again.
But seriously, the entire cast interacting with each other is what it's all about. While Snooki, Pauly D, Mike the Situation, and the Ron/Sammy crazystorm are entertaining on their own, the best parts come out of the entire cast being together. All the drunken mistakes and nights out at Karma brought them so close. Deep down they really are just one big happy not at all dysfunctional family. As pictured below.
haha did you love it? That's my favorite picture of the cast. Yes I have a favorite out of all of them.
Well anyway, the main reason for this post is to express to all 12 of you just how excited I am for the premiere of the fourth season, shot in Italy. A high school acquaintance, and facebook friend, of mine spent the spring/summer in Firenze doing I'm not sure what, but a lot of sight seeing and girls' nights out were involved. I love Europe so while I was stalking her pictures I witnessed something amazing.
You know that six degrees of separation thing? I'm officially only two degrees away from the cast of Jersey Shore. [one degree? I dunno how that system works, but I'm one person away] That's right folks. Amongst all those pictures of beautiful Italian buildings and toasting at dinner were pictures in a night club where the cast were partying. She had pictures of all of them! I hadn't envied someone like that since I found out in the fifth grade that my neighbor is related to Justin Timberlake. Fifth cousin twice removed? Still counts!
Screw amazing experiences having to do with living in Italy for a summer, she got to meet the cast of Jersey Shore. THAT is truly once in a lifetime. Italy will always be there. Except maybe Venice in a few decades...
Whether they or anyone else likes it or not, the Jersey Shore cast are always going to be in my heart. My obsession with them is worse than Helga's with Hey Arnold. Next thing you know I'll have busts of each of them sculpted out of gum hiding in my closet. [That really always creeped me out about Helga. How are you that level of creeper at such a young age??]
So to conclude, I might be somewhat well-adjusted for social appearances, but I go bat-sh*t crazy every time the 30 second promos come on MTV.
I scream every time.
I hope you all will join me in spirit Thursday, August 4th, for Jersdays 4.0
and yes I will be skipping institute to watch it. Hope that's not my last straw for damnation...
Friday, June 17, 2011
Happy Father's Day
My father is a meticulous man. In my eyes he is a genius. I have yet to meet anyone as unnervingly smart and formal as my father. He has a somewhat hard demeanor. Those who do not know him well have the serious misfortune of never meeting the surprisingly silly side of him. I always found him somewhat intimidating because of that initial hard exterior that others see.
It wasn’t until recent years that my understanding of him grew significantly past the exterior, yet growing up I always knew there was something buried inside that I wanted to know. Glimpses of my father’s alternate demeanor often came in the kitchen, watching him create desserts worthy of naming masterpieces.
Growing up I always loved to watch my father bake. He is widely known, in every neighborhood we’ve inhabited, for his set of remarkable desserts. There are many, and they are always the same: Chocolate Cake, Williamsburg Orange Cake, Lemon Pound Cake (my favorite). And then there are his pies. He truly loves making pies. Every holiday, our family and various other families at church or down the street are graced with a selection of homemade pies. On Thanksgiving, the true pie holiday, there is always a debate—which pies will be kept for the family and which will be given away. This is no easy decision. Between the usual pumpkin, pecan, chocolate, lemon meringue and apple, none is outstanding above the rest. Each is delicious and homely and somehow makes the holiday sweeter for much more than our taste buds.
Not only are my father’s pies a great dessert, they are a labor of love. My father is not always an emotionally open man. I have never seen my father truly cry and can count the close calls on my hands. While he has always been a loving and caring father, his inner-emotions stay somewhat buried beneath his solid, stern exterior. Perhaps as a substitute for certain verbal expression, he gifts desserts to those he holds dear: close family friends through the years, the woman who held my mother’s hand during a heart attack, our ward Bishop/home-teacher. For them he works diligently for hours in the kitchen. He takes no shortcuts, and his devotion to the project is crystal clear. My father’s pies are a process, a ritual, and a message. His pies say, “You have helped me through struggles. You have been a friend to laugh with. You have influenced my life for the better. You have made an impact.”
My father’s pies are not only for the recipients, they are for him. His ritual of pie-making seems a genuine therapy. There is no mistaking the happiness and peace baking a pie brings him. The steps are always the same, and the set-up never changing. I recall sitting on a stool behind the kitchen bar, watching him roll out a pie crust, when I first took a mental inventory of the mandatory details. In this particular case, he was making an apple pie. Definitely an apple, his pride and joy. While my father is extremely proud of his accomplishments, his experiences, and his wife and children, I think he receives the same amount of gratification with every perfect apple pie he removes from the oven. Those pies are special to him. They are a part of him.
While my memory cannot recollect any details of the actual pie recipe, it does include the details that hold actual importance. In my memory, I see giant bowls of bright-green Granny Smiths, skins reflecting the over-head lights, waiting to be peeled. I watch the movement of a halved apple down my father’s palm as it’s being sliced into smaller pieces. I hear the 10th Anniversary Concert edition of Les Miserables booming from speakers as well as his open mouth as he sings along with Javier and Valjean. I smell the combination of cinnamon, sugar, nutmeg, and flour—the mixture coating the sliced apples as they go into the hand-rolled crust. I feel the roll of my eyes in reaction to one of his cringe-inducing puns. I listen to his voice asking in a mock-defensive tone, “Would you rather your dad be an old fart who has no fun?” I watch the meticulous placement of the top crust over a mound of seasoned apples and the perfect rotation of the pie as bottom and top crusts are evenly pinched together around the rim. Most of all, I see in perfect detail, the jovial smile on my father’s face throughout the entire process.
This is the man I call my father. This baker, this goofball, this baritone. This man, who despite what a misleading exterior may convey, pours love and passion and humor into everything. Even something as simple as an apple pie. How lucky I have been, to sit on a kitchen stool, and watch the mystery and majesty of my father bake to perfection at 425°F
Sunday, May 29, 2011
woah.
holy crap
holy crap
holy crap
holy crap
holy crap
i started my mission papers today. i just need to answer the last few questions, get my physical and see a dentist.
and then i turn them in.
i had a crazy dream last night that i had gotten my call even though i never started the paperwork. it was really weird and at first it said the Philippines and then it kept changing to stuff like Thailand and California and Alaska. just a different place every time i looked at it.
this is kind of a big deal.
and i'm kind of freaking out.
holy crap
holy crap
holy crap
holy crap
i started my mission papers today. i just need to answer the last few questions, get my physical and see a dentist.
and then i turn them in.
i had a crazy dream last night that i had gotten my call even though i never started the paperwork. it was really weird and at first it said the Philippines and then it kept changing to stuff like Thailand and California and Alaska. just a different place every time i looked at it.
this is kind of a big deal.
and i'm kind of freaking out.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
aloha oe.
What we call the beginning is often the end.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.
- T. S. Eliot
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.
- T. S. Eliot
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
summer songs
random thoughts.
I can't stop listening to country and british pop
edamame is delicious
today people have made me feel really good about myself
I love orange and pink together
my whole body mimics the temperature of my feet
I've been looking into film school
one of my favorite feelings is the feeling of summertime. ya know, carefree, full of laughter, windows down, music blasting, smiling from ear to ear, sort of thing. I'm making a playlist of songs that capture that feeling.
so far I've got :
Bruno Mars- Marry You
The Maine- Growing Up
Mayday Parade- Kids In Love
Jessie J- Price Tag
Neon Trees- Animal
Rascal Flatts- Summer Nights
We The Kings & Demi Lavato- We'll Be a Dream
LMFAO- Yes
suggestions anyone?
I can't stop listening to country and british pop
edamame is delicious
today people have made me feel really good about myself
I love orange and pink together
my whole body mimics the temperature of my feet
I've been looking into film school
one of my favorite feelings is the feeling of summertime. ya know, carefree, full of laughter, windows down, music blasting, smiling from ear to ear, sort of thing. I'm making a playlist of songs that capture that feeling.
so far I've got :
Bruno Mars- Marry You
The Maine- Growing Up
Mayday Parade- Kids In Love
Jessie J- Price Tag
Neon Trees- Animal
Rascal Flatts- Summer Nights
We The Kings & Demi Lavato- We'll Be a Dream
LMFAO- Yes
suggestions anyone?
Monday, April 4, 2011
happy times.
did you have a marvelous weekend?
I did.
I've been floating on, happy as can be, for the past week or so.
I go home in 12 days :]
ya know, I really am excited to get out of here, but I feel so much better about leaving now. some major, outlook-on-life shaping stuff has been going on the past week and I feel rejuvenated.
I was so excited for General Conference this weekend, and in the first few talks I heard so many things that I needed to be reminded of. I'm feeling really close to God right now, and have for the last little while.
I'm at peace. this semester was a huge funk for me, and it showed in so many things, my social life, my academic success, my fervor for everything. it's actually more like a lack thereof in all categories. but for now, the Big Man and I, we're on great terms.
I've mentioned before that I don't handle change well, but this one is going to be good. While I wish I could take all my friends back with me, I'm so anxious to just get to what I know I'm supposed to be doing. two weeks from now I'll be at home, spending time with family, and hopefully working, and most importantly, getting ready for my mission.
did I mention that I am extremely excited for that?? because I am.
I've known for almost a year that going on a mission is something that I'm going to do, something that I need to do. waiting to be old enough has been a pain in the butt, but it's getting closer!!!
even though where I'm going and what it will be like is still a huge mystery, I'm not even worried, I know it's going to be the best thing I'll do in my life, if not just my life thus far.
I can turn in my mission papers in:
51 days.
I did.
I've been floating on, happy as can be, for the past week or so.
I go home in 12 days :]
ya know, I really am excited to get out of here, but I feel so much better about leaving now. some major, outlook-on-life shaping stuff has been going on the past week and I feel rejuvenated.
I was so excited for General Conference this weekend, and in the first few talks I heard so many things that I needed to be reminded of. I'm feeling really close to God right now, and have for the last little while.
I'm at peace. this semester was a huge funk for me, and it showed in so many things, my social life, my academic success, my fervor for everything. it's actually more like a lack thereof in all categories. but for now, the Big Man and I, we're on great terms.
I've mentioned before that I don't handle change well, but this one is going to be good. While I wish I could take all my friends back with me, I'm so anxious to just get to what I know I'm supposed to be doing. two weeks from now I'll be at home, spending time with family, and hopefully working, and most importantly, getting ready for my mission.
did I mention that I am extremely excited for that?? because I am.
I've known for almost a year that going on a mission is something that I'm going to do, something that I need to do. waiting to be old enough has been a pain in the butt, but it's getting closer!!!
even though where I'm going and what it will be like is still a huge mystery, I'm not even worried, I know it's going to be the best thing I'll do in my life, if not just my life thus far.
I can turn in my mission papers in:
51 days.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
buttercream.
I had no idea, but today someone made me see.
two and a half years. what must you have thought of me?
november 6th has always been so dear to my heart, but only now do I completely understand its significance.
I can't even comprehend all the things that were happening to you and all the pros and cons you had to weigh.
I still feel slightly justified in wanting to be a part of that consideration.
tonight I realized that those words at the beach were your sign to me that I had been. that even though your decision wasn't the one I wanted, you still wouldn't leave this place without giving me my own specific goodbye.
I may not know the details of how those things work, but something tells me you went above and beyond. I feel incredibly blessed.
how could I possibly thank you enough?
I am so painfully sorry that it took me this long to understand you, my favorite of them all, and your final words to me.
I hope that you can forgive my ignorance.
I love you just as much as always.
I cant wait to see you again, but in the meantime, I'm ready to let go.
two and a half years. what must you have thought of me?
november 6th has always been so dear to my heart, but only now do I completely understand its significance.
I can't even comprehend all the things that were happening to you and all the pros and cons you had to weigh.
I still feel slightly justified in wanting to be a part of that consideration.
tonight I realized that those words at the beach were your sign to me that I had been. that even though your decision wasn't the one I wanted, you still wouldn't leave this place without giving me my own specific goodbye.
I may not know the details of how those things work, but something tells me you went above and beyond. I feel incredibly blessed.
how could I possibly thank you enough?
I am so painfully sorry that it took me this long to understand you, my favorite of them all, and your final words to me.
I hope that you can forgive my ignorance.
I love you just as much as always.
I cant wait to see you again, but in the meantime, I'm ready to let go.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
fail.
hey friends, it's been a while.
I'd say I was busy... but really I just had nothing to say.
this semester has been somewhat bitter-sweet.
I didn't want to even come back to school this semester so that I could work and save up for my mission, but I accepted that I had to come back. I tried to sign myself up for classes that I still needed but wouldn't add significantly to the stress of being here. I still had my job to add fun and money to the semester. I even got excited at the possibility of new things to come while I was back home for christmas.
but then I came back, and about two weeks in, I fell into a serious funk. the semester has had numerous good times and enjoyable, memorable moments, but most of them superficial. in addition:
I have been sick so many times this semester. cold/cough. back problems. strep. mono. cold/cough again. it's insane. the play I was in took up all of my free time in weekends making it impossible to do anything really worthwhile with friends or get out of laie. I spent the majority of the past months in serious anxiety stressing over whether to stay for spring. my mind has been completely out of focus and I've had no motivation to better myself at all the past three months.
it's awful.
I don't think I've ever wasted so much of my own time in my life. I've barely been productive, I've barely done anything fun, I've barely spent enough time with the people I love.
I'm sitting here right now, thinking about the fact that there are two weeks left in the semester, wondering what the hell I've done with my time and how it went by so quickly.
I'd say I was busy... but really I just had nothing to say.
this semester has been somewhat bitter-sweet.
I didn't want to even come back to school this semester so that I could work and save up for my mission, but I accepted that I had to come back. I tried to sign myself up for classes that I still needed but wouldn't add significantly to the stress of being here. I still had my job to add fun and money to the semester. I even got excited at the possibility of new things to come while I was back home for christmas.
but then I came back, and about two weeks in, I fell into a serious funk. the semester has had numerous good times and enjoyable, memorable moments, but most of them superficial. in addition:
I have been sick so many times this semester. cold/cough. back problems. strep. mono. cold/cough again. it's insane. the play I was in took up all of my free time in weekends making it impossible to do anything really worthwhile with friends or get out of laie. I spent the majority of the past months in serious anxiety stressing over whether to stay for spring. my mind has been completely out of focus and I've had no motivation to better myself at all the past three months.
it's awful.
I don't think I've ever wasted so much of my own time in my life. I've barely been productive, I've barely done anything fun, I've barely spent enough time with the people I love.
I'm sitting here right now, thinking about the fact that there are two weeks left in the semester, wondering what the hell I've done with my time and how it went by so quickly.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
relief.
I have been unbelievably anxious this semester. so many things are just crazy. classes aren't going well, they're so much more hectic than expected. the play took up all of my saturdays, no beach adventures this semester. and also I'm freaking out about getting ready for my mission.
but today I feel at peace.
I talked to my mom on the phone for a long time and vented and hyperventilated to her a little. she helped me come to a definite decision about how to handle the next three months and what I'm doing with my time. school, work, hawaii, home, etc.
things are good. I feel good. optimistic even.
I think the biggest obstacle was coming to terms with making such a big change.
but I am looking forward, and looking ahead. I finally feel completely at peace with the decision I've made.
but today I feel at peace.
I talked to my mom on the phone for a long time and vented and hyperventilated to her a little. she helped me come to a definite decision about how to handle the next three months and what I'm doing with my time. school, work, hawaii, home, etc.
things are good. I feel good. optimistic even.
I think the biggest obstacle was coming to terms with making such a big change.
but I am looking forward, and looking ahead. I finally feel completely at peace with the decision I've made.
6 weeks :]
Thursday, March 3, 2011
requirement.
i have put all of a cumulative twenty minutes throughout my life thinking about what i want in my future husband
ya know, the usual: funny, smart, driven, tall, caring, etc
that kinda stuff
other than being able to have intelligent and funny conversations with him,
i don't really care yet
but honestly, i cannot ever, under any circumstances,
imagine being stuck with someone for eternity
who doesn't completely love and appreciate
Les Miserables
i'm just sayin.
i feel like seeing that musical changes you
and should be a requirement for everyone in life.
ya know, the usual: funny, smart, driven, tall, caring, etc
that kinda stuff
other than being able to have intelligent and funny conversations with him,
i don't really care yet
but honestly, i cannot ever, under any circumstances,
imagine being stuck with someone for eternity
who doesn't completely love and appreciate
Les Miserables
i'm just sayin.
i feel like seeing that musical changes you
and should be a requirement for everyone in life.
Monday, February 28, 2011
sick.
what happens when it's the fifth day you're sick in bed?
you sign up for netflix and watch the entire first season of Dexter, that's what.
I can't stop.
you sign up for netflix and watch the entire first season of Dexter, that's what.
I can't stop.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
music.
I miss singing. I mean actively singing; doing scales and other warm-ups and then singing from sheet music with a big group to the sound of piano keys.
since high school I haven't been in a choir or continued any training on my voice whatsoever. I wasn't phenomenal or anything back then, but I did pretty well for myself. I had been in chorus since fourth grade, had solos in concerts and a singing lead in my senior year musical.
I am not as good as I once was.
most singing now takes place on drives between laie and haleiwa or honolulu.
my voice is shaky and my range has decreased. it makes me really genuinely sad.
I love singing because when the notes and words are put together just right you get this feeling where your soul and all of your emotions are just too big to be contained within your body. I get chills or goosebumps so often when I listen to good music. there's such an incredible range of things you can feel when you listen to music and, in my opinion, even more when you're making it.
tonight I went through my itunes and made a playlist of all the songs I love singing.
I want to be musically oriented again. I want to play with harmonies again. I want to let emotions pour out of me again.
since high school I haven't been in a choir or continued any training on my voice whatsoever. I wasn't phenomenal or anything back then, but I did pretty well for myself. I had been in chorus since fourth grade, had solos in concerts and a singing lead in my senior year musical.
I am not as good as I once was.
most singing now takes place on drives between laie and haleiwa or honolulu.
my voice is shaky and my range has decreased. it makes me really genuinely sad.
I love singing because when the notes and words are put together just right you get this feeling where your soul and all of your emotions are just too big to be contained within your body. I get chills or goosebumps so often when I listen to good music. there's such an incredible range of things you can feel when you listen to music and, in my opinion, even more when you're making it.
tonight I went through my itunes and made a playlist of all the songs I love singing.
I want to be musically oriented again. I want to play with harmonies again. I want to let emotions pour out of me again.
Friday, February 11, 2011
different.
throughout my life my parents have always told me, "Erin, out of all our children, you are the one that has the hardest time handling and accepting change."
still so true.
i just really do not like change. i like my patterns. i like consistency. i like being able to depend on an expected outcome.
these things are not happening. instead, a myriad of awesome and also not awesome changes are taking place.
i'm still not handling it well.
still so true.
i just really do not like change. i like my patterns. i like consistency. i like being able to depend on an expected outcome.
these things are not happening. instead, a myriad of awesome and also not awesome changes are taking place.
i'm still not handling it well.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
today.
today has really been incredible.
it has just been all-around fantastic.
it has just been all-around fantastic.
I don't particularly enjoy waking up early, but I'm not even upset that I had to.
today I just feel blessed. I am an extremely negative person at times and I have this thing where I constantly complain about the fact that I'm still stuck in a place I want to be away from, about people around me, about the school I attend, about just a lot of things in general.
thinking about it, today I haven't felt the need or had anything to complain about.
from the very beginning of today I saw tender mercies everywhere.
this morning I prayed to remember where my keys were and instantly the image of a hoodie pocket popped into my head. there they were.
I enjoyed an easy night at work with coworkers and friends. that job has been such a blessing.
I managed to write a letter to a close friend serving a mission that I may have been neglecting.
but my favorite:
I had the opportunity to read some essays from my classmates in creative writing. there were two specifically that might be the best things I've read in a long time.
one was about childhood summers spent playing with a kind and loving grandfather out on the trampoline. love was literally dripping from every word in that essay. I read it during my religion class today, and what do you know, I cried. it was beyond beautiful, and extremely well-written.
the other was about the love and concern and hope felt for a younger brother [who was following in some maybe not so great footsteps of the elder]. when I read that essay, I was so overwhelmed with admiration. I realized that the person, and no doubt the seemingly incredible family he came from, are probably amongst the highest quality people on this earth.
for all I complain about hating people and how much the human race just sucks in general, I absolutely love real, genuine glimpses into people's lives where they bare their souls and what you see there is completely beautiful. people like this and the beauty they created in their writing make me want to be an optimist. it took me by surprise, and had a pretty big impact on my day.
I want to see and feel the majesty in things around me
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
wowza.
I HAVE BEEN SO PRODUCTIVE TODAY.
I woke up at 7 this morning, can you believe it?!
it was crazy. not gonna lie, it took a solid half hour for my brain to start functioning.
since then it's been nothing but classes and writing to missionaries and homework and more classes and now I finally have a break.
I cant decide if I should take a nap so I can handle having to work till 11 tonight or just keep the streak going. holy dilemma batman.
random thought time:
I think I'm going to apply to be an efy counselor this summer. I have no idea if they're still accepting applications, but I'll give it a shot tonight.
it bothers me that I have not perfected a system where I can always come home to a cold bottle of water.
my room is a disaster.
all I've eaten today is a blueberry eggo and a cookie from a friend. I'm starving.
I woke up at 7 this morning, can you believe it?!
it was crazy. not gonna lie, it took a solid half hour for my brain to start functioning.
since then it's been nothing but classes and writing to missionaries and homework and more classes and now I finally have a break.
I cant decide if I should take a nap so I can handle having to work till 11 tonight or just keep the streak going. holy dilemma batman.
random thought time:
I think I'm going to apply to be an efy counselor this summer. I have no idea if they're still accepting applications, but I'll give it a shot tonight.
it bothers me that I have not perfected a system where I can always come home to a cold bottle of water.
my room is a disaster.
all I've eaten today is a blueberry eggo and a cookie from a friend. I'm starving.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
I've decided.
I really enjoy writing personal essays.
I'd never given creative writing a go before this semester. I'm enrolled in advanced creative writing and we've been reading tons of "creative nonfiction" (basically essays of the personal experience type). I really like this genre. I love literature don't get me wrong, but I find it so much easier to relate and discover with this genre.
I wrote my first ever piece of non-academic writing (if you don't count my rants on this blog) and I loved it. I wrote about what it was like to be type-cast as the bitch in high school both on and off stage. I brought a really strong theater element into it and tried to make it fun to read.
I had such a good time with the assignment. I was really nervous because our entire class is reading each other's essays so I wasn't sure how people would react but I was so pleasantly surprised that most people loved it. I'm so freaking glad haha. I was kinda freakin out about it. I think there are definitely things I need to work on with it but I actually feel like I'm gonna continue with this assignment and play around with it for a while rather than just getting a grade and leaving it.
I want to write more!! I'm thinking about writing an essay on the impact my siblings have had on my life.
I'd never given creative writing a go before this semester. I'm enrolled in advanced creative writing and we've been reading tons of "creative nonfiction" (basically essays of the personal experience type). I really like this genre. I love literature don't get me wrong, but I find it so much easier to relate and discover with this genre.
I wrote my first ever piece of non-academic writing (if you don't count my rants on this blog) and I loved it. I wrote about what it was like to be type-cast as the bitch in high school both on and off stage. I brought a really strong theater element into it and tried to make it fun to read.
I had such a good time with the assignment. I was really nervous because our entire class is reading each other's essays so I wasn't sure how people would react but I was so pleasantly surprised that most people loved it. I'm so freaking glad haha. I was kinda freakin out about it. I think there are definitely things I need to work on with it but I actually feel like I'm gonna continue with this assignment and play around with it for a while rather than just getting a grade and leaving it.
I want to write more!! I'm thinking about writing an essay on the impact my siblings have had on my life.
for sanity's sake.
Haven't had something I actually wanted to blog about in a while, but I think everyone should go out and watch this movie:
so so so so good. I have no clue if it's real or not but either way it's incredibly captivating and takes you by surprise like you wouldn't believe.
you know something is off, but you can't even fathom how intricate everything gets.
fantastic.
catfish+ jersey shore+ friends + catch phrase
great night :]
so so so so good. I have no clue if it's real or not but either way it's incredibly captivating and takes you by surprise like you wouldn't believe.
you know something is off, but you can't even fathom how intricate everything gets.
fantastic.
catfish+ jersey shore+ friends + catch phrase
great night :]
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
right now
I have a tummy full of haleiwa eats
I'm cuddled up in my snuggie
and I'm watching Jersey Shore
in this particular moment, I am very content.
I'm cuddled up in my snuggie
and I'm watching Jersey Shore
in this particular moment, I am very content.
rain.
alright, rain may be a good thing where I come from, but this is getting ridiculous. in hawaii it is not making corn and therefore whiskey, so no one's baby is getting frisky. instead we are all just getting wet and having no electricity.
the thing I love about rain in maryland is that there is an entire season for thunderstorms with beautiful lightning. from august to october you can expect anywhere from fog to downpours on a pretty daily basis.
in hawaii, between december and march you can expect extremely sporadic downpours all day every day. there is an extreme downside to this other than the obvious fact that this is supposed to be paradise. that downside is the additional fact that laie is completely ghetto.
to be more specific: power outages.
in maryland a storm only brings a power outage if it has been raining all day and there is tremendous thunder and lightning.
this past week it has rained at least once every single day here on our little island, and we hadn't had thunder or lightning until this evening. however, our power has gone out about six times in the past week. sometimes for ten minutes, sometimes all day. [as in today]
so while I don't mind rain all that much, it really sucks to have your power go out on a daily basis and to have to ride your bike to school in the rain.
rain, please go away.
the thing I love about rain in maryland is that there is an entire season for thunderstorms with beautiful lightning. from august to october you can expect anywhere from fog to downpours on a pretty daily basis.
in hawaii, between december and march you can expect extremely sporadic downpours all day every day. there is an extreme downside to this other than the obvious fact that this is supposed to be paradise. that downside is the additional fact that laie is completely ghetto.
to be more specific: power outages.
in maryland a storm only brings a power outage if it has been raining all day and there is tremendous thunder and lightning.
this past week it has rained at least once every single day here on our little island, and we hadn't had thunder or lightning until this evening. however, our power has gone out about six times in the past week. sometimes for ten minutes, sometimes all day. [as in today]
so while I don't mind rain all that much, it really sucks to have your power go out on a daily basis and to have to ride your bike to school in the rain.
rain, please go away.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
forgetful.
I sometimes forget how incredible some things are.
this time around, I forgot how much I love musical theater. it is an art. plain and simple. I forgot the power that songs from musicals can have.
my favorite musical is Les Miserables. it is majestic.
I especially love the 10th anniversary concert performance.
here's my favorite song:
just listening to the combination of his voice and those violins makes my soul feel infinite.
I might sound hyperbolic or over-dramatic but music touches me in a way nothing else can, and I find this performance to be a beautiful representation of musical theater as genuine art.
this time around, I forgot how much I love musical theater. it is an art. plain and simple. I forgot the power that songs from musicals can have.
my favorite musical is Les Miserables. it is majestic.
I especially love the 10th anniversary concert performance.
here's my favorite song:
just listening to the combination of his voice and those violins makes my soul feel infinite.
I might sound hyperbolic or over-dramatic but music touches me in a way nothing else can, and I find this performance to be a beautiful representation of musical theater as genuine art.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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