Date Night
It’s been marked in history that Friday night is date night, but whoever made that rule should dig a hole and rot in it. It’s not that it’s hard to find a date; it’s more of the obligation that drives me nuts. But in all honesty, sitting at home alone and knowing everyone else is out finding love just drives me crazy.
Which I guess is what drove me to this terribly awkward situation -- a blind date. Now, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be but no one ever gave me the guidelines as to what to do when the date is over. Where are those rules when I need them?
“Well I had a great time, thanks again for not getting upset when I spilled the drink all over your pants.”
“Oh, it was no problem. I mean we all have our moments.”
“But still thanks again! I guess I should leave now, it is getting late.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll walk you to your door.”
When he got out of the car I just kept thinking to myself, I really do not know anything about this guy. Other than some simple things such as the fact that he can’t keep a car clean, there’s old food wrappers everywhere, a person would think he would have had the decency to clean up when he’s about to take a girl out on a date.
He reached for the car handle and I stepped out of the car and started to head to my front door. Now this is the dreadful moment that I hoped would never have come. I took my time with him by my side, walked around the lawn on the stone path that led up my drive way, checked to see if the roses were blooming by the front porch, and walked slowly up the steps listening to the creaks of each step as every silent moment ticked by.
“Well here we are,” I looked at him only to realize I started staring without realizing it.
“Yes, here we are. We should do this again sometime, I had a great time with you, and I would love to get to know you better. Let’s do this again next weekend.”
“Uhhh… sure.”
Oh dear lord, really? This is the torture that I must be put through? I looked up and smiled shyly at his face that had started coming towards mine. What did he think would happen from this one date? His eyes were closed, which forced him to not be able to see the painful reaction that has taken over my expression; I had roughly 5 seconds before I faced his pruney, perched lips that soon devoured my face.
“Perfect then! I’ll pick you up at seven, on Friday!”
“Um, yeah, that will be great…”
Finally, he turned around and headed back to his car. The only thought that ran through my head was that I really had to learn how to say no to people.
Date Night
I didn’t think it was possible for people to actually find their “true loves” off of a single blind date; however, I think this might have turned me into a believer. She was a friend of a friend, I was hesitant to go at first, sure, but who wouldn’t be? I guess it was the thought that it was a Friday night and I had nothing else to do.
“Well I had a great time, thanks again for not getting upset when I spilled the drink all over your pants.”
“Oh, it was no problem. I mean we all have our moments.”
“But still thanks again! I guess I should leave now, it is getting late.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll walk you to your door.”
I walked around the front of the car and made my way to her side, I turned my head and secretly checked my breath. What am I kidding I didn’t have to do that, I mean I know I don’t smell, she’s been all over me all night. Plus it’s obvious that
she’s just as into me as I am with her, after that date, who wouldn’t be into me?
“Well here we are.”
“Yes, here we are. We should do this again sometime, I had a great time with you, and I would love to get to know you better. Let’s do this again next weekend.”
“Uhhh… sure.”
She was basically begging to go on another date. If anything, I would be doing her a favor by graciously giving her my presence for another one. I could tell by her expression that she really wanted a kiss; I didn’t blame her because I would want a kiss from a guy like me also. I just slowly leaned in and gave her a big kiss; I could feel her holding onto me for as long as possible, she basically hoped that I wouldn’t back off.
“Perfect then! I’ll pick you up at seven, on Friday!”
“Um, yeah, that will be great…”
I turned around and headed for my car, the only thought that ran through my mind was how I just gave her the best damn night of her life.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Familiarity
The Goodbye
He was young. Young and naïve, nowhere near ready to leave. I could count the amount of times he has changed his mind: chicken or steak for dinner, chocolate or vanilla ice cream, blue or green shirt. How could he make up his mind about something this drastic, this life changing?
“I know what you’re thinking. I know you think I’m too young.”
“I only worry for you, I don’t think you’re ready for this.”
“You have to stop worrying about me, it’s time to let me go, I can make my own decisions now.”
“What if…” tears start running down my cheeks as he reaches over to wipe them away.
“Mom, I’ll be fine, I’ll be back before you know it, set the table for me and I’ll be sitting there for Thanksgiving like I never left.”
We stood in the silent base with families all around us and, I look at him for a moment, “Do you remember that day I took you to the sunflower field?”
Chuckling, “Yes, I do.”
“You rode that bike all around. Eight years old and so full of energy, you were able to ride for hours, and when it started to get dark I would let you ride home as I chased after you. And when we finally made it home you would wait for dinner to be ready and sit right across from Dad,” I started to smile and thought to myself about how he hoped one day to grow as old as his dad was, to have a family and live what I was able to experience. How can he do that if he leaves and never comes back?
“That was a great day mom, twelve years ago and it still seems like it was just yesterday.”
“Well, now look at you, I barely recognize you anymore! All grown up, only thing that will always be there is that little birthmark you have right there,” I touched the skin right under his left ear, “That’s how I’ll know that you’re my boy.”
I start to look around, hoping to remember everything about this moment. His hair is gone, cut short during boot camp, he had lost weight, and grew muscles that were never there before. He’s a new man, different than the boy I knew. He still has the birthmark under his left ear, a darker spot than his normal skin tone. It was something familiar, something for me to recognize him by no matter what changes he goes through.
“You’re being deported to Afghanistan for a year Jake! That’s a really long time.”
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll dodge bullets, I’ll stay hidden, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do to believe I will be fine.”
“That’s not the point sweetheart, it’s dangerous over there, it’s not like you’re in boot camp anymore once you step onto their land. It’ll be real guns, and real people dying around you…” the Captain cut me off.
“Soldier Martin!” the Captain ordered him, “time to head out.”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
He turns to me, “Okay, this is it. It’s time for me to leave.”
“Come here,” I reach over for a hug.
“Mom, I’ll be back, this isn’t going to be the last time you see me!”
Tears start to form, as if I was unable to control my own body, I held onto my boy as tight as possible, hoping this would keep him from leaving.
“When I leave, you better stop all of this crying! I can’t leave knowing the most important woman in my life is crying all of the time!”
“I know, I know, I just can't face the fact of losing you. But, don’t worry about me and worry about yourself more,” I managed a smile.
“Mom, I love you and I’ll see you at Thanksgiving, I’ll be back. I promise.”
“You better not just be saying that Jacob Martin to make your mom feel better. Send me letters everyday, and eat, ok? Do not forget to eat. But… most importantly…” I manage to scream to him from a distance, “stay safe ok?”
He smiles and turns around as he leaves with the rest of his troop; his stature of a man that I barely know now.
“I’ll see you soon…”
He was young. Young and naïve, nowhere near ready to leave. I could count the amount of times he has changed his mind: chicken or steak for dinner, chocolate or vanilla ice cream, blue or green shirt. How could he make up his mind about something this drastic, this life changing?
“I know what you’re thinking. I know you think I’m too young.”
“I only worry for you, I don’t think you’re ready for this.”
“You have to stop worrying about me, it’s time to let me go, I can make my own decisions now.”
“What if…” tears start running down my cheeks as he reaches over to wipe them away.
“Mom, I’ll be fine, I’ll be back before you know it, set the table for me and I’ll be sitting there for Thanksgiving like I never left.”
We stood in the silent base with families all around us and, I look at him for a moment, “Do you remember that day I took you to the sunflower field?”
Chuckling, “Yes, I do.”
“You rode that bike all around. Eight years old and so full of energy, you were able to ride for hours, and when it started to get dark I would let you ride home as I chased after you. And when we finally made it home you would wait for dinner to be ready and sit right across from Dad,” I started to smile and thought to myself about how he hoped one day to grow as old as his dad was, to have a family and live what I was able to experience. How can he do that if he leaves and never comes back?
“That was a great day mom, twelve years ago and it still seems like it was just yesterday.”
“Well, now look at you, I barely recognize you anymore! All grown up, only thing that will always be there is that little birthmark you have right there,” I touched the skin right under his left ear, “That’s how I’ll know that you’re my boy.”
I start to look around, hoping to remember everything about this moment. His hair is gone, cut short during boot camp, he had lost weight, and grew muscles that were never there before. He’s a new man, different than the boy I knew. He still has the birthmark under his left ear, a darker spot than his normal skin tone. It was something familiar, something for me to recognize him by no matter what changes he goes through.
“You’re being deported to Afghanistan for a year Jake! That’s a really long time.”
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll dodge bullets, I’ll stay hidden, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do to believe I will be fine.”
“That’s not the point sweetheart, it’s dangerous over there, it’s not like you’re in boot camp anymore once you step onto their land. It’ll be real guns, and real people dying around you…” the Captain cut me off.
“Soldier Martin!” the Captain ordered him, “time to head out.”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
He turns to me, “Okay, this is it. It’s time for me to leave.”
“Come here,” I reach over for a hug.
“Mom, I’ll be back, this isn’t going to be the last time you see me!”
Tears start to form, as if I was unable to control my own body, I held onto my boy as tight as possible, hoping this would keep him from leaving.
“When I leave, you better stop all of this crying! I can’t leave knowing the most important woman in my life is crying all of the time!”
“I know, I know, I just can't face the fact of losing you. But, don’t worry about me and worry about yourself more,” I managed a smile.
“Mom, I love you and I’ll see you at Thanksgiving, I’ll be back. I promise.”
“You better not just be saying that Jacob Martin to make your mom feel better. Send me letters everyday, and eat, ok? Do not forget to eat. But… most importantly…” I manage to scream to him from a distance, “stay safe ok?”
He smiles and turns around as he leaves with the rest of his troop; his stature of a man that I barely know now.
“I’ll see you soon…”
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Thursday, I don't care about you.
"It's Friday I'm in love..."
Is it bad that since the start of my Freshman year in college I have suddenly grew the need for weekends to come? Not just Thursdays (the mark of the weekend for many) but actual Friday. It's freedom from the papers and exams I have to take, but most importantly it's the time that I get to be with the people I love. I'm not just writing this to be cheesy and lovey-dovey but really, unlike many others out there, I actually enjoy being with my friends.
Well as usual I come back from class and sit in front of my laptop listening to music, and all of a sudden this song comes on. And it makes me so happy to hear it I jumped up from my seat and started screaming the lyrics (not enjoyable, I know, but entirely worth it). The only reason for this inspiration to write this blog is because readers out there in the interweb, tomorrow is Friday. Not just any Friday, but a weekend that I will be surrounded with people I do enjoy being around and have went through four years if not more with. And now I guess I should lead into my main reason for writing this: Katharine Rentz. (:
Best Friends since 3rd grade? If not sooner, boy oh boy I have basically grown up with her. Not only has she seen me at my worst, but she has seen me through my middle school years, and I'm being honest, who looks good in middle school ever? She has put up with me and most importantly she has literally been the shoulder available at all hours of the week for me to cry on. When I say literally I mean she really did sit there on the floor and let me cry on her shoulder. I remember it clearly and I have a bad memory guys, I had just found out my ex-boyfriend had cheated on me and she stayed up until the break of dawn to just hear me cry as we let the darkness of the room engulf us in. We have gone through our dumb moments as well: sledding with trashbags in the attempt that it would actually work, making bizarre food creations thinking we were the most amazing chefs to ever walk on the planet, making the princess show on videos (I still miss my precious dog), and there have been more that I am just incapable of thinking of right now. We have been through the phase of always riding bikes around and walking to places, until I got my license then it just all went downhill from there and physical activity was out of the question. Well anyways, I could go on and on about everything we have been through but the main point that I am trying to approach is...
My best friend is coming to visit me this weekend in good old Towson! (:
So for all of you reading this, "Thursday, I don't care about you. It's Friday I'm in love."
<3
Is it bad that since the start of my Freshman year in college I have suddenly grew the need for weekends to come? Not just Thursdays (the mark of the weekend for many) but actual Friday. It's freedom from the papers and exams I have to take, but most importantly it's the time that I get to be with the people I love. I'm not just writing this to be cheesy and lovey-dovey but really, unlike many others out there, I actually enjoy being with my friends.
Well as usual I come back from class and sit in front of my laptop listening to music, and all of a sudden this song comes on. And it makes me so happy to hear it I jumped up from my seat and started screaming the lyrics (not enjoyable, I know, but entirely worth it). The only reason for this inspiration to write this blog is because readers out there in the interweb, tomorrow is Friday. Not just any Friday, but a weekend that I will be surrounded with people I do enjoy being around and have went through four years if not more with. And now I guess I should lead into my main reason for writing this: Katharine Rentz. (:
Best Friends since 3rd grade? If not sooner, boy oh boy I have basically grown up with her. Not only has she seen me at my worst, but she has seen me through my middle school years, and I'm being honest, who looks good in middle school ever? She has put up with me and most importantly she has literally been the shoulder available at all hours of the week for me to cry on. When I say literally I mean she really did sit there on the floor and let me cry on her shoulder. I remember it clearly and I have a bad memory guys, I had just found out my ex-boyfriend had cheated on me and she stayed up until the break of dawn to just hear me cry as we let the darkness of the room engulf us in. We have gone through our dumb moments as well: sledding with trashbags in the attempt that it would actually work, making bizarre food creations thinking we were the most amazing chefs to ever walk on the planet, making the princess show on videos (I still miss my precious dog), and there have been more that I am just incapable of thinking of right now. We have been through the phase of always riding bikes around and walking to places, until I got my license then it just all went downhill from there and physical activity was out of the question. Well anyways, I could go on and on about everything we have been through but the main point that I am trying to approach is...
My best friend is coming to visit me this weekend in good old Towson! (:
So for all of you reading this, "Thursday, I don't care about you. It's Friday I'm in love."
<3
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Creatively Writing
Almost Perfect
“It wasn’t his time…”
You know, they say never regret what happens in life, this would be the only exception. Regret? That word can’t even describe how I feel. It was two days ago; we were sitting underneath the cherry blossom tree in our favorite field- the one by the old church. Green grass that stretches miles long, never-ending, a sea of dandelions brushed by the breeze. It was a dream in reality.
“Would you miss me?”
“Don’t talk like that.”
“It can happen at any moment.”
Nothing out of the ordinary as I watched his eyes soften and his lips open slightly muttering the words under his breath, avoiding my gaze, knowing very well this could escalade at any moment. It was anger, I swear it was only out of anger, demanding him to leave, to go away, far away. Death wasn’t suppose to happen to anyone I knew. Death wasn’t suppose to occur near me, why talk about it?
“Just leave…”
“Don’t do this Michelle.”
“Go.”
One word. I regret it from the moment it left my mouth. Watching him leave, walk away from the tree and leaving me behind. It took what seemed like a lifetime for him to reach the end of the field to his parked dark blue pickup truck, he opened his door, looked at me with his light green eyes, with the tint of blue in the left one, mouthing something, something I could make out clearly.
I love you.
I took a picture, with my eyes, of that exact moment- white crinkled shirt, navy blue jeans, scuffed up running shoes, his dark brown messy hair, and his lips, mouthing those three words. Sunday evening, the sky was clear blue with enough clouds that I could count, the sun shining above me, hitting my arm and warming me up just enough, birds flying around with nowhere to go, kids running around the field escaping their parents, and Christians leaving church, talking among themselves. In all of this commotion, I focus on him getting into his car. I hear the engine roar from a distance, he pulls out of the parking lot and making a sharp left, a car runs a stop sign.
Breathless. Shocked. It was all my fault.
“It wasn’t his time…”
You know, they say never regret what happens in life, this would be the only exception. Regret? That word can’t even describe how I feel. It was two days ago; we were sitting underneath the cherry blossom tree in our favorite field- the one by the old church. Green grass that stretches miles long, never-ending, a sea of dandelions brushed by the breeze. It was a dream in reality.
“Would you miss me?”
“Don’t talk like that.”
“It can happen at any moment.”
Nothing out of the ordinary as I watched his eyes soften and his lips open slightly muttering the words under his breath, avoiding my gaze, knowing very well this could escalade at any moment. It was anger, I swear it was only out of anger, demanding him to leave, to go away, far away. Death wasn’t suppose to happen to anyone I knew. Death wasn’t suppose to occur near me, why talk about it?
“Just leave…”
“Don’t do this Michelle.”
“Go.”
One word. I regret it from the moment it left my mouth. Watching him leave, walk away from the tree and leaving me behind. It took what seemed like a lifetime for him to reach the end of the field to his parked dark blue pickup truck, he opened his door, looked at me with his light green eyes, with the tint of blue in the left one, mouthing something, something I could make out clearly.
I love you.
I took a picture, with my eyes, of that exact moment- white crinkled shirt, navy blue jeans, scuffed up running shoes, his dark brown messy hair, and his lips, mouthing those three words. Sunday evening, the sky was clear blue with enough clouds that I could count, the sun shining above me, hitting my arm and warming me up just enough, birds flying around with nowhere to go, kids running around the field escaping their parents, and Christians leaving church, talking among themselves. In all of this commotion, I focus on him getting into his car. I hear the engine roar from a distance, he pulls out of the parking lot and making a sharp left, a car runs a stop sign.
Breathless. Shocked. It was all my fault.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Good Universe
"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go." - E.E. Cummings
This must be my favorite quote that has ever existed. Not only is E.E. Cummings a mastermind of his own but he speaks the truth. I do not know if it is the excitement or mystery that intrigues me more about the next door. The horizon, the impossible, the unknown, the world beyond my surroundings, the mysteries that could unfold. Whatever it is, I do know, it's going to be good. Now isn't that a good outlook on life. Sure is better than expecting the worse. Now don't tell me you've never heard of "hope for the best and expect the worse." Forget that and follow this one, much better isn't it? Wouldn't you rather have a hell of a good universe instead of expecting the worse?
Now I'm not going to lie, we all just naturally expect the worse in things. I mean I am guilty of this act too, why be let down when you don't expect it at first? I'll make the promise today, everyone should follow.
I want to go to the unknown, I want to expect the best and hope for the best, I want to travel beyond my surroundings, and I want to go, I want to let go of everything and just go. It can be surprising, it can take me by surprise, or it can surprise my life. Either one of those, I will be satisfied. So for all of you reading this, there is a hell of a good universe next door. So let's go.
Life is good.
This must be my favorite quote that has ever existed. Not only is E.E. Cummings a mastermind of his own but he speaks the truth. I do not know if it is the excitement or mystery that intrigues me more about the next door. The horizon, the impossible, the unknown, the world beyond my surroundings, the mysteries that could unfold. Whatever it is, I do know, it's going to be good. Now isn't that a good outlook on life. Sure is better than expecting the worse. Now don't tell me you've never heard of "hope for the best and expect the worse." Forget that and follow this one, much better isn't it? Wouldn't you rather have a hell of a good universe instead of expecting the worse?
Now I'm not going to lie, we all just naturally expect the worse in things. I mean I am guilty of this act too, why be let down when you don't expect it at first? I'll make the promise today, everyone should follow.
I want to go to the unknown, I want to expect the best and hope for the best, I want to travel beyond my surroundings, and I want to go, I want to let go of everything and just go. It can be surprising, it can take me by surprise, or it can surprise my life. Either one of those, I will be satisfied. So for all of you reading this, there is a hell of a good universe next door. So let's go.
Life is good.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Written for creative writing
Memory of Steve Jobs
Shuffle, pause, play, and repeat. True visionary and greatest inventor of this decade, he was a force to be reckoned with. Starting out with a small rectangular shape of an IPod, he already struck the world with a creation that will change lives. Running, biking, and driving, the IPod was taken everywhere. To be able to carry all of the music a person listens to around in one small object was shocking already, however he was not done. With the invention of the Mac computer, he had struck the world with yet another genius creation. The form of a laptop as sleek and thin, it can do everything a regular computer can minus the evils of viruses. He was not done surprising the world with his creative mind, he must come out with one more. The IPad soon hit the markets, flooding the world with its capability to act like a laptop. It holds the form of a square, all touch screen, mini computer, its possibilities were endless. Surf the web and listen to music, all while still compatible to take anywhere. Steve Jobs was a true visionary and greatest inventor of this decade, he was a force to be reckoned with. Steve Jobs was a man of many talents, able to impact the world in ways no one will ever be able to. Steve Jobs will live on forever in the form of a small rectangular shape of an IPod.
Shuffle, pause, play, and repeat. True visionary and greatest inventor of this decade, he was a force to be reckoned with. Starting out with a small rectangular shape of an IPod, he already struck the world with a creation that will change lives. Running, biking, and driving, the IPod was taken everywhere. To be able to carry all of the music a person listens to around in one small object was shocking already, however he was not done. With the invention of the Mac computer, he had struck the world with yet another genius creation. The form of a laptop as sleek and thin, it can do everything a regular computer can minus the evils of viruses. He was not done surprising the world with his creative mind, he must come out with one more. The IPad soon hit the markets, flooding the world with its capability to act like a laptop. It holds the form of a square, all touch screen, mini computer, its possibilities were endless. Surf the web and listen to music, all while still compatible to take anywhere. Steve Jobs was a true visionary and greatest inventor of this decade, he was a force to be reckoned with. Steve Jobs was a man of many talents, able to impact the world in ways no one will ever be able to. Steve Jobs will live on forever in the form of a small rectangular shape of an IPod.
let's take a trip
"A pictures paints a thousand words." not necessarily true in my eyes. I see it more as paint a picture with a thousand words. What words can do that many unfortunate people do not know, is create life and feeling. Words have traveled throughout the world as for many people in the world have not. What words can do more efficiently than people is bring them to a place they want to go.
I feel bad for those that have not discovered the true art of writing. Taking a person on a journey to Hogwarts is only capable in writing. You can take a trip to England if you wanted while you're sitting in San Diego, California waiting for breakfast. A book alone is painting a story, a book of 2 pages or 1000. So why not venture into your favorite novel, or better yet, why not write your own novel. Start your own picture with one sentence and let that sentence guide you to create a story, a story that unfolds like each brushstroke unfolds a new picture. Words are brushstrokes, brushstrokes that portray your imagination and creates a story.
I feel bad for those that have not discovered the true art of writing. Taking a person on a journey to Hogwarts is only capable in writing. You can take a trip to England if you wanted while you're sitting in San Diego, California waiting for breakfast. A book alone is painting a story, a book of 2 pages or 1000. So why not venture into your favorite novel, or better yet, why not write your own novel. Start your own picture with one sentence and let that sentence guide you to create a story, a story that unfolds like each brushstroke unfolds a new picture. Words are brushstrokes, brushstrokes that portray your imagination and creates a story.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
K.Rob.
"My little sushi taco." "Let's go get our nips pierced." "Scoot over ricecake." "In and around your mouth." No these are not quotes from Steven Spielberg, Albert Einstein, or whoever a normal person would quote. These are all from a girl that most of you will not know of - K.Rob. The amount of times I can count how many times this one-of-a-kind person refers to "penis" or "p***y" I would be able to officially name myself as a multi-billionaire. However, I do love her mind. To be able to jump from one topic, whether it'd be going to the mall to buy clothes - to her that would translate to "you want to go to the mall to get dildos???!" Don't be feared now, she's not crazy, she's just not like anyone you would be able to duplicate.
She is someone to hold onto however, helping me with my hypochondriac needs to making sure I wear my knee brace. What would I do without a person reminding me of things that I need to do. No you can not have her, I know most of you will be asking that, I mean why wouldn't you, in fact, the minute you read nips pierced you should have just jumped out of your seat frantically finding out who this mysterious yet wacky K.Rob. is.
I believe anyone could name a list of all of the things I do not like. However what would make her different from any of those people, she is one of the few that will not hate me for disliking g**g**s. (: But that is okay, because I do not judge her for turning each and every situation into a sexual remark, bruises on my leg? Common solution is obviously I have a molester that creeps into my room at night. Oh how could you not love her for her clever and should be obvious explanations for everything. Her hearing should be blamed though, since that is the only reason dicks and penises are involved in everything. We all just want to store our bread and eat our honey obviously.
She is someone to hold onto however, helping me with my hypochondriac needs to making sure I wear my knee brace. What would I do without a person reminding me of things that I need to do. No you can not have her, I know most of you will be asking that, I mean why wouldn't you, in fact, the minute you read nips pierced you should have just jumped out of your seat frantically finding out who this mysterious yet wacky K.Rob. is.
I believe anyone could name a list of all of the things I do not like. However what would make her different from any of those people, she is one of the few that will not hate me for disliking g**g**s. (: But that is okay, because I do not judge her for turning each and every situation into a sexual remark, bruises on my leg? Common solution is obviously I have a molester that creeps into my room at night. Oh how could you not love her for her clever and should be obvious explanations for everything. Her hearing should be blamed though, since that is the only reason dicks and penises are involved in everything. We all just want to store our bread and eat our honey obviously.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Excitement
"The idea of waiting for something, makes it more exciting." - Andy Warhol
Whoever thought that this would make sense in the slightest bit. Waiting? Pshh, waiting is torture to anyone I can think of. But to think about it becoming more exciting? Well Mr. Andy Warhol, you have spoken genius words right there.
I have not had to do so much waiting in the past year as I have done this week alone. Waiting for the weekend that is, and boy has it come full force. Andy Warhol you have spoken the truth, not only has waiting been torture, but it has made me anticipate each moment leading up to this moment now. This Friday has become the MOST exciting of the week. So maybe there is some truth to those wise words Andy Warhol has once spoken and slabbed on a piece of shiny paper, right above his face and called it art. That's art right there. Art that I will always understand.
Whoever thought that this would make sense in the slightest bit. Waiting? Pshh, waiting is torture to anyone I can think of. But to think about it becoming more exciting? Well Mr. Andy Warhol, you have spoken genius words right there.
I have not had to do so much waiting in the past year as I have done this week alone. Waiting for the weekend that is, and boy has it come full force. Andy Warhol you have spoken the truth, not only has waiting been torture, but it has made me anticipate each moment leading up to this moment now. This Friday has become the MOST exciting of the week. So maybe there is some truth to those wise words Andy Warhol has once spoken and slabbed on a piece of shiny paper, right above his face and called it art. That's art right there. Art that I will always understand.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Short Life Lived
If asked, then the answer is yes. Faced with the problem each day, I simply have just found a knack for saying yes. No has never been my area of strength, but if you are reading this you will most likely already know that. I budge, I give in, I am no leader. Saying yes comes second nature to me. If anything was based solely on my control, I would have given away all of my possessions to those around me. No is not in my vocabulary.
Why am I even saying this? Well yesterday, 10/07/11 a true visionary has died, and left the world. Steve Jobs, never saying no to his true ideas."Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life," couldn't have said it any better. I have thought of this extraordinary man as a true idol. "Don't waste it living someone else's life," those words will be engraved into myself as I realize that in order to succeed in my own life, I have live my own life. No was a word that I must be familiar with now. To say no to those that change what I believe in. To say no to those that stand in my way, because my time is limited. I now know the true meaning to that one sentence that Steve Jobs has left for the world to know, the one piece of wisdom that he has left for the world to embrace. The one piece of wisdom that I am now able to live by. He has created the biggest franchise in the world in my opinion all by a single idea created in a garage as he was messing around with his friend. He succeeded in life for he never gave up his ideas and his beliefs. It is a true wonder, I'm telling all of you, it's rare. Hard to possess really, the qualities that he had. I am truly blessed to say I have lived in his era, his time of legendary trademarks.
For all of you reading this, this was not a blog to cry about how pathetic I am when it comes to the act of saying no. I am not complaining about how weak I am and crumble to the orders of others. I know I am those things. This is a blog to commend one of the greatest visionary, mastermind, and idol of our time -- Steve Jobs. Forever he will live in my life, for his words have made an impact on the way I will live it.
Why am I even saying this? Well yesterday, 10/07/11 a true visionary has died, and left the world. Steve Jobs, never saying no to his true ideas."Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life," couldn't have said it any better. I have thought of this extraordinary man as a true idol. "Don't waste it living someone else's life," those words will be engraved into myself as I realize that in order to succeed in my own life, I have live my own life. No was a word that I must be familiar with now. To say no to those that change what I believe in. To say no to those that stand in my way, because my time is limited. I now know the true meaning to that one sentence that Steve Jobs has left for the world to know, the one piece of wisdom that he has left for the world to embrace. The one piece of wisdom that I am now able to live by. He has created the biggest franchise in the world in my opinion all by a single idea created in a garage as he was messing around with his friend. He succeeded in life for he never gave up his ideas and his beliefs. It is a true wonder, I'm telling all of you, it's rare. Hard to possess really, the qualities that he had. I am truly blessed to say I have lived in his era, his time of legendary trademarks.
For all of you reading this, this was not a blog to cry about how pathetic I am when it comes to the act of saying no. I am not complaining about how weak I am and crumble to the orders of others. I know I am those things. This is a blog to commend one of the greatest visionary, mastermind, and idol of our time -- Steve Jobs. Forever he will live in my life, for his words have made an impact on the way I will live it.
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