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Like OMFG, WTF?
Back to Boulder tomorrow. Still getting over some sort of bug that seems to be going around... I spent last weekend at the beach condo in Solana Beach with Noel, only to wake up Saturday morning with a horrible cold - sore throat, sore muscles, pounding headache...the works. Leave it to me to get sick at the most inconvenient time. With a little help from Mucinex DM, Aleve, cough drops, Vitamin C tablets, and an antibiotic regimen, I can feel somewhat closer to human around noon. I haven't had a cigarette in four days (OK, OK, I had one last night...which is like having none).
Today will be spent getting my affairs in order - cleaning out my car, getting it washed, saying goodbyes, last-minute laundry, cleaning my room, and packing. I actually started pulling clothes out yesterday and it made me realize that I have a lot of things I never wear because I forget about them when they're stuffed in a corner of my closet. Maybe that's why I always feel like I have absolutely nothing to wear.
There are a few good things about new school years:
1) You get to start with a clean slate. I used to have this english teacher in high school that said in the beginning of the year that we only had A's to lose. (Of course half-way through the semester, most of us had indeed, lost our A's.)
2) You get to go SCHOOL SUPPLY SHOPPING! Everybody loves new pens and notebooks, and if they don't, they're lying.
3) Your favorite TV shows come back with new seasons! (FYI, Gossip Girl returns to the CW September 16th. Supposedly, Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill are trading time-slots, which is a great idea in my opinion. Always save the best for last!)
Going to Poseidon tonight with my parents and Noel for my farewell dinner. I hate last suppers.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Wasted Beauty
Looks are everything...
sometimes.
Let's face it: we live in a world where life is a cakewalk for attractive looking people, especially females. An attractive woman for example can cut lines, effectively hail a taxi cab, have men pay for their dinners (or if they aren't a big fan of food, maybe a drink or two instead), avoid getting pulled over and ticketed for speeding (or going too slow), get ahead in their careers by flirting with their boss, land hot boyfriends, the list continues indefinitely. Beauty can be very powerful tool and in some cases, weapon, for women to spend less money, avoid certain obligations, or to be inconvenienced in any way. But is a beautiful woman a powerful woman?
I happen to know a lot of girls who are in sororities. They are bottle blond, fake baked, blue-eyed beauties. There isn't a day that goes by where I'll be walking to class and mistake a blond off in the distance for someone that I know. Now, I'm not an expert on sororities...I don't really know much about them but I do know that we are in the heat of 'rush' season here on campus. To my understanding, rush is when female freshmen proteges try to impress their potential sorority sisters by showcasing their looks/athleticism/popularity/intelligence/wealth, etc. All I knew about sororities before I came to college was directly derived from Legally Blonde and movies of the sort. However, the things I hear from one of the girls I know about this extensive process is sickening... and I'm sure if I were to reveal this girl's name, her 'sisters' would begin a witch-hunt because she shared her 'rush bible' with me (All the girls in the sorority had to come back to school a week earlier from Christmas break to prepare for rush. The so called 'rush bible' was a packet almost as thick as your index and middle finger. It contained the numerous chants and cheers that the girls had to memorize, a shopping list of articles of clothing to wear for each day of rush, and reminders to get your roots done and be freshly manicured/pedicured in time for this week). She also told me all about her top-secret initiation ceremony where all the new members were blind-folded and led into a white room with people in white robes where they had to take an oath on the Bible.
OK, this is where I realize that I have gone off on a tangent about how much I disagree with the fundamentals of sororities (and frats) and decide to say what I really wanted to say in the first place...
I wanted to say that just because your beautiful, doesn't mean that everything is going to go your way. And even if it does go your way - you graduate with a 2.0, you marry rich, have a couple kids, get a boob job, drive a Range Rover, have a teacup dog to carry around in your purse, hire a nanny, go to lady's luncheons, lay out by the pool in your backyard, get a facelift, have a mural painted of every member in your family dressed in robes of mink with golden crowns on their heads (the dog too) - who are you, really? What defines you beside the former?
Sure, you are beautiful now, but what happens when you get cellulite on your ass and your tits start sagging and you can never seem to work off that baby weight? What then?
I'm not saying being beautiful is a crime. BE beautiful. It's fun to be beautiful. But it just pangs and stings to see such beautiful girls with nothing to say, nothing to have an opinion about, nothing to do. They might as well take their god-given comeliness, pour it into little red cups, assemble it into a triangle at the end of a table and shoot some pong. When the douche-bag frat boys at the opposing end of the table have seemed to have robbed you of your initial allure, call it a night, take a cab home, and read a book...or liiiiiiike, you know, whatevvvvver.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
On the Other Side
I'm really tired of everyone I know (minus a select few of course)
And it's so true,
At first, when you start drinking, all of a sudden, this alleged
"EVERYONE"
.....they don't seem so bad after all.
You drink a little more
and then all you want to do
is lock yourself up in your room and throw away the key.
You begin to think, "Out of everyone I know, who actually gives a shit about me?"
Then you meet someone - they come along: creeping up on you and you get the wind knocked out of you because this person, they make you see everything completely different. Or to clarify, perhaps you saw the world this way before, but it gradually faded away and this person made you realize what you once did before yet again. You develop this new optimistic light about people that maybe(?)..... there's hope for us yet.
You realize that indeed, your mind is really as blind as a branch on a tree where the tree is everyone and the branches are just stems that forget that they're actually a part of the tree, part of the collective everyone.
So you reassess: maybe it's that the everyone you know just isn't right for you. After all, it takes thousands of trees to make a forest. Maybe you just haven't found your trunk from which to branch out on yet.
And until I find that tree, I know there a few people waiting for me on the other side.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
New Year, New Start
For me, there are actually 4 events in a single year where a New Year begins:
1) January 1st
2) April 23rd (my birthday)
3) Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year
4) The start of a new semester
There's nothing better than a clean slate, oh wait... there's nothing better than four clean slates. This gives you the opportunity and freedom to have a complete lack of judgement in certain situations, to slip up on your studies, to procrastinate, to be rude to people (if necessary of course), to go weeks without doing a load of laundry, to pretend like you don't even see the homeless man on the street corner begging for money, to be late, to make mistakes, essentially to be a human-being. Because no matter how many times you 'mess up', there's always next year to amend the statutes of your life - to make minor adjustments, or what I like to call "house-keeping".
Let's see what this New Year's brings... until the next one that is.
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