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If you're one of the zero former faithful readers, my apologies for not updating. Just haven't felt like it.
Christmas break blew ass, because there's never anything to do in Cincinnati so I decided to stop lying to myself from this point on and look forward to times of going home with an appropriate sense of dread. I didn't work or really do anything the whole time. In fact, I can barely remember anything from break. My memory has gotten so sucky since the familial upheaval in May. And it's exacerbated by the fact there's shit to remember about Ohio.
I basically counted the days until I could leave and come back to Boulder. However this time, instead of the Delta flight routine (which takes about 5 years when combatting the jet stream on the way back to school) I brought my CAR out. Yeah I drove out again for the 3rd time with my boyfriend and had a pretty decent trip, considering the midwest circumstances.
I just got up to have a late night bowl of apple cinnamon cheerios (they were on sale and taste stale if eaten without milk) and the tab on the top of the box says JUST JOINING THE RACE MAKES YOU A WINNER and then, open tab for details. i figured it'd be the usual cherrio bullshit "heart healthy" blah blah, but I open for details and there's just an advertisement to win/purchase a FOUR PIECE SCISSOR SET. i feel like a winner for not entering that contest, thank you cheerios.
the worst thing about colorado is the lack of humidity. i can handle it most of the time. i've learned to love chap stick and lotion. however i can't reach all of my shoulderblades. they're raw and reddish. they burn in the shower. it's approaching that time when i have to ask one of my roommates to do the honors and i hate that moment because it's always an uphill battle and if they do acquiesce, it's with such disdain. "do WHAT? to your back? ugh.....no?!" hey the priviliges of living with me include one very small downside of maintaining the lipid concentration of my shoulderblades. now just pretend we're in cali and it's sunblock, hurry, i'm on fire.
Man, I haven't touched this blog thing in so long, I feel rusty. I'll talk about this kid in my 400 or so person humanities recitation. i glimpsed him once before the first day of class and it was a visage of ryan adams himself. you know, guppy mouth, pale skin, vapid penetrating stare, aura of disinterest. sorta large nose. black hair. and no he's not hot or anything but some people just mystify you. it's like the same feeling you get with that one person you've ever crushed on who even the way they move just captivates you. so of course i was thrilled to see he was in my lecture.
either way, i had to know more. he always sits 6th row up, center. i tried to sit within an observable distance, but those days he had a veil of smooth black hair reaching to his chin that obscured my view. i envied the people on the left side who could see him. i watched him tracing his veins with his black pen. it was so hyponotizing and intriguing, if i thought about it. anyway, i vowed to sit in his same row, left side, the very next chance i got. and that day i decided to play the "Alternative" card myself.
I got up early and I was planning on showering, but my all knowing roommate told me that i should have slightly greasy grungy hair. don't worry, it wasn't that bad. just not squeaky clean. i straightened my hair with the flat iron and left it down, which i never do. i hoped this would make me look "sullen" coupled with the pale skin. i applied my "alternative perfumee," blue no. 655 or something from the gap in 2000. why is a gap perfume alternative, you ask? because a very alternative exbf picked it out back in my coffehouse days, and it still reminds me of Sitwells on Ludlow in Clifton, if you've ever been. On that stuff went.
For apparel, I chose my black The Cure t shirt with red lettering. Perhaps my taste for the "goth" band would spark his insterest if the alternative pheromones didn't. i selected some jeans over some greyish slackish type things because i didnt wanna look like iw as trying that hard to make the jump to nonjean pants. they were sorta scuffed at the ankle although HUSH from abercromibe. i'm so posing! smokey eye makeup, black high top converse all stars from high school (with the "cool" lacing pattern that isn't crossing over). i donned a dark grey ribbed "duster" sweater you know the ones that look like a 1700s composer might wear them, and then this long black fringey scarf i have. it doesn't sound too alt but it looked it.
i got to class and walked down to his row. however, some guy had already placed himself inthe midst of the 6 or so chairs separating the end of the row from the alternative kid. to squeeze past the one dude would be painfully obvious. i sat at the end of the row and waited for a good moment to look, a split second for the hair to fall back from his face so i could see.
i know this is so suspenseful, but it ends like this: i looked. the hair parted. and ew. nobody looks hot from the side, but still. his sideburns were so long they were wispy. like girl hair. that's when i realized i was misled. i endured weird side glances from preppies all the rest of the day. sigh.
man it was so cool, one day we were supposed to intro ourselves to our class neighbors and come up w/ some questions about this slide of arwork, and i did that with the ppl around me. i looked over at the alternative kid to see what he was up to and he was sitting there, empty chairs on either side, looking all hardcore and i'm too cool for school. gosh, i'm in love.
how come just having black hair makes people more credible?
December 4th
I just threw my retainer across the room at my studying roommate cuz she said something I disagreed with! Haha! That'll teach you to not like Ryan Adams!
You know what I just got a HUGE craving to study? CHALK.
Holy Crap my roommate just started playing a song from Doug on NIckelodoen. Remember how all those kids were obsessed with the band The Beets? She busts out their song. "SHOOOOOOOOOUT YA LUNGS OUT! YOU GOTTA ROLL YO WINDOW DOWN!"
Turkey break revisited- an excerpt
Sunday November 16, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (10:54:40 PM EST)
So I went through last year's journal, and there were amazingly candid revelations and moments of dear god how did I live with that roommate,and hilarious drunken stories. But then I found this piece of paper with some hilarious coming of age stuff written on it. So here it is:
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I was thinking about college, and realized it's just learning experiences mashed together over and over. They're' disguised in the form of everyday life, so it all just comes across as shitty drama.
Coming home is weird. It's cool because it's clean and there's food and spaceand no school, and you get to see your old friends and drive and relax, but it's always temporary and you're in a time warp. Like today, I'm in my room, driving my car, listening to Ludacris, and I felt like I was back in time. But all my stuff is missing, and now different people (from CU) occupy my thoughts. It's not really a vacataion, it's this weird phase of being in limbo. Everything is rushed because I have to leave so soon (xmas break will be better). I wish all my stuff was here because then i'd be more comfortable...it's like I'm a guest in my own house.
I was also looking around my room and saw my First rose from Steve, then the rose from Matt, then the graduation bouquet. And the bouquet evoked feelings of pride and accomplishment, while the others brought whistful smiles of mixed emotions. Lesson being that I have to make myself happy before any boy can/does. Such a women's magazine-ish revelation, I know!
Jeez, mom left out these articles on safe sex...it'sl ike jeez, I'm not screwing anyone! I'll have to ask the brother if she did that to him too.
Oh the irony of this anecdote. And more.
Wednesday October 29, 2003
Posted by: Ridgecliff (11:03:57 AM EST)
On Saturday (birthday! The big 1-9) I got up and was hanging out in the living room w/ some people and finally got to that point where I'm like christ, i can't see, I gotta put in my contacts. So I go get the stuff and try and try but i can't get them in because my tremor was a lil frustrating that morning. I went into the bathroom to take these "shaky pills" to combat the shakiness. I reached for them, and instaed of picking them up, knocked them down off their perch into the fucking toilet. My life turned into slow motion as I was just standing there going NOOOO! Nothing I could do. Since toilets gross me out to no end (well, after freaking out to my roommate in the hope she'd fish it out) I got two paper plates and scooped out the jar and then poured on madd amounts of soap and hot water. Apparently those things are waterproof, but I still took out the pills and threw away that funkified container.
Why are they called tank tops?
And I realized a contact analogy. It's like a bra for your eyes. Sure, during the day it's useful and helps you out, doesn't bother you that much except the occassional dryness (eyes)or wire poke...but at the end of a long day you're like ARGH GET THE HELL OUT/OFF!
???Mawkishly sentimental and corny??? but whimsical
This past weekend after a fun bout of drunken bowling with the Dancing Kids who live in the basement of my apartment building, myself and the boy toy Clay went for a stroll in the small neighborhood across the street. It was pretty late, pitch black sky and a big ol bunch of stars. I'm talking a shitload of stars. There's gotta be a nicer way to say it. And it's sorta chilly. We decide to lay down on this random yard and just look at the sky. CLASSIC, i KNOW. (Whose idea was it, yep, mine.) And so we're talking, and somehow the dad topic comes up (he died in may) and I had a little emotional spell. I'm only human.
Anyway, in the course of my whining, I saw THREE (count 'em) THREE shooting stars, and I might have seen like, one in my whole life ever. And this was within like 10 minutes. And that's pretty tingles down your spine-y already.
BUT GET THIS
So I'm all emotionally weird and sketch, and OUT OF THE DARK VOID OF NIGHT comes this cat. No collar, which initially made me freak out that it was some rabid vampire cat (remember BUNNICULA?). But so it rubs up against Clay (who is sitting crosslegged at this point while i am still on my back on the ground) and it's purring the whole time like nonstop. Then, it crawls onto my torso and is facing me and just lays down on me and purrs like a fucking monster derby truck. INSANE! Cats aren't like that. Outdoor cats aren't. They stay away from people not lie on them. And don't worry it wasn't mangy it was very clean and soft.
But how touching was that story? I wanted a picture w/ the cat but Clay was all, it's going to freak the hell out and attack you if the flash goes off. Bullshit. The thing fucking posed like a perfect gentleman. (Cue the Twilight Zone Music)
GIRL...I love you like the sprinkles on my ice cream cone.
Haha boys
Jessica was like: men never EVER get hints or tippings off. and with women, that's like 80% of how we communicate w/ each other: body language, standoffishness, whatever. guys just think we're PMSing or crazy, which yeah we totally are, but in many other cases, it's just our own little language tow hich men are totally obliv.
Brunnedogg: no- see the wierd thing is- i almost always know when a girl is hitting on me or crushing on me etc. for some reason i can just tell
Jessica was like: that's a cool gift
Brunnedogg: but i had no clue at all in this case
Jessica was like: i think it's cuz she's young
Brunnedogg: usually i can tell. yeah- that prolly has some to do with it
Jessica was like: like in college people just like, dress like whores or get drunk and grope people, and then you're like hm maybe there's some vibes here. she's still into the "do you like me check yes or no" notepassing 8th grade stage
Brunnedogg: i dont think she really tried to flirt or anything
Jessica was like: maybe she thinks she is
Brunnedogg: true. I hear that. What you wrote above, that is.
Jessica was like: which thing
Brunnedogg: the long one above. i had to take a sec to read it
Jessica was like: slow, eh kenny?
Brunnedogg: hahaha. Funny. Faster than you. Ha. Maybe not.
Jessica was like: its easy to get vibes when people are molesting each other
Brunnedogg: hahahahahahahah
Jessica was like: not so easy when you're hoping he'll see the glimmer in your eye, because BOYS DONT GET HINTS
Brunnedogg: hahahahahahahahahahahaha
Jessica was like: you totally have to like grab their penis
Brunnedogg: hahahahahahahahahaha
Jessica was like: that's just what i've learned
Brunnedogg: oh sure
Jessica was like: not that i'm a dick grabber or anything- only on occasion
Brunnedogg: not experience or anything like that, hahahahhaha
Jessica was like: when adequately provoked by either hormones or alcohol
Brunnedogg: i hear that one. oh man, we definatly need to party together sometime
Jessica was like: why, so i can grab some dick?
Brunnedogg: we'd have a blast
Jessica was like: hahahaha juuuust kiddin
Brunnedogg: of course
Jessica was like: dont get your hopes or anything else up
Brunnedogg: hahahaha you know i am
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Jessica was like: i think tj is a little light in the loafers
AFG Spyder: what?
Jessica was like: haha i dont know, he just uses smiley faces all the time, and his font is comic sans ms
Boob horror story
Monday August 11, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (6:09:59 PM EDT)
He's the kind of guy who's always passin' by
and never has time to spend
And he'll take you for a spin
and won't look within to find out who you are
And he numbs himself with weed, he's from the coldest breed
who judge by what they see
And I thought he was smart enough to know that the girl on his arm will
never calm his storms
-some food for thought by Leona Naess "charm attack" meh.
gubets05: well we should talk online more instead of just stalking each other
gubets05: okay I am so sorry but I have to go
gubets05: but obviously, based on the entertainment factor of this conversation, we must type more with each other.
Today my mom and I were at the mall, and we had to do the hated bra shopping. We both were not looking forward to it, I mean it's such a hassle. All the straps and little hangars and the old women working there who move like sap.
So anyway, we walk around trying to find some bras that aren't the size of my head and all orthopaedic looking...and we stumble upon this wrinkled old woman in black who works there, ask her for help. So we follow her to the normal bra area and she asks me the bra size. I tell her and she goes...god this is horrible.....she goes...
"THAT'S IT?"
What a fucking bitch. And she didn't have boobs herself, so who is to talk? She proceeded to make fun of my tits about 3 times during the duration of my time spent there. Just rude. I thought the lingerie section was a safe zone, an all-women kinda powwow, harkening back to my days of all girls high school. But apparently misogyny exists within the female community. That fucking cunt. (haha, what misogyny?)
Jessica was like: and she wouldn't talk to anybody at all so i kept hanging around and gently yet vigorously bored my way into her psyche like a sperm into the outer lining of an oocyte, it was smooth.
Electronics shopping
Thursday August 7, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (10:12:14 PM EDT)
Jessica was like: my cup size is like a children's book title
Jessica was like: "The Littlest B"
Jessica was like: haha
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we're getting close. anyway so today i was at circuit city getting a dvd player. and i dont know shit about electronics, i just look for the longest list of things it can do and reasonable prices. so it was down to the Zenith one and the Panasonic one, and they could both do the exact same things, and they were the same price. So, rather than making a really savvy informed decision by consulting a worker or anything, I reasoned that the Zenith one had the cutest and most user-friendly remote control, and thus I got the Zenith. Am I being really airheaded and girly here? I mean, they could both do the same things, but if I'm buying an appliance, I want to know I can easily navigate the colorful remote control. Anyway, I felt okay about the purchase, and my brother looked it over and said it was fine, but I stil felt like such a dumb girl in that moment of decision.
Depressing vibes, least favorite song
Sunday August 3, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (8:51:58 PM EDT)
I'm happy to be getting back to school. Although for the first time in my life I'm not nervous about meeting new people but rather- excited, I've got this nervousness going that I just can't understand or explain. I feel like a little animal backed into a dark corner, and I'm looking at the light outside and it looks so pretty and appealing but I dont wanna leave the dark corner for some goddamned little-animal reason.
I realized that I am done with drama. I have done drama and I am done with it. Not acting, just all that soap opera bullshit, I'm so sick of it, I feel so old this summer, I'm just done with all that extraneous crap.
http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Trailer/4495/
ROB LOWE!!!!!!! see above!
Presently, my least favorite song is "im already there" by lonestar. cute song, i'll give it that much. but i fucking hate it now due to the circumstances. use your imagination.
He called her on the road
From a lonely cold hotel room
Just to hear her say I love you one more time
But when he heard the sound
Of the kids laughing in the background
He had to wipe away a tear from his eye
A little voice came on the phone
Said "Daddy when you coming home"
He said the first thing that came to his mind
I'm already there
Take a look around
I'm the sunshine in your hair
I'm the shadow on the ground
I'm the whisper in the wind
I'm your imaginary friend
And I know I'm in your prayers
Oh I'm already there
She got back on the phone
Said I really miss you darling
Don't worry about the kids they'll be alright
Wish I was in your arms
Lying right there beside you
But I know that I'll be in your dreams tonight
And I'll gently kiss your lips
Touch you with my fingertips
So turn out the light and close your eyes
I'm already there
Don't make a sound
I'm the beat in your heart
I'm the moonlight shining down
I'm the whisper in the wind
And I'll be there until the end
Can you feel the love that we share
Oh I'm already there
We may be a thousand miles apart
But I'll be with you wherever you are
I'm already there
Take a look around
I'm the sunshine in your hair
I'm the shadow on the ground
I'm the whisper in the wind
And I'll be there until the end
Can you feel the love that we share
Oh I'm already there
Oh I'm already
There
Two random thoughts
Saturday August 2, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (12:08:24 AM EDT)
on the way to work i was behind one of those huge astrogalaxy or whatever they're called minivans, the kind with the curtains, you know what im saying? where every surface is carpeted? yes, and in the back window of the van there lay a cardboard placard that said BON JOVI FOREVER in magic marker. certainly got me chuckling.
i hate it when friends come out of the bathroom, and they high five you or shake your hand or whatever...and their hand is vaguely moist. and you catch yourself wondering if that's a not-completely-dried-off WASHED hand, or if it's....well you know what i'm hinting at.
Just some stuff, and The Cure
Monday July 28, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (3:37:01 PM EDT)
So I came home last night and my drunk mom made me write her a cover letter for her resume, since she is now searching for a job. And as I'm looking over her CV and thoughtfully editing the stuff on my laptop, she is sitting at the table bantering like she SO loves to do. On and on, singsong bullshit, talking to the dog, asking me the same things like 10 times in a row, chugging her chablis, and I go Mom, can you please be quiet for five minutes so I can get this done? And she looks all offended and pissed off, and spouts off some shit like "WHATS WRONG WITH YOU WHY CAN'T YOU MULTITASK YOU HAVE TO LEARN TO MULTITASK BLAH BLAH BLAH" and then I'm like "Look, do you want me to shit this out because I couldn't concentrate because I was too busy listening to your banter, or can you keep quiet for five minutes and have it be quality? I'm doing you a favor!" She kept talking.
Been downloading some Replacements stuff, checking it out. I'd had one song of theirs for years but it was totally different from the rest of their stuff. Gotta love alt country with a twang and some tongue in cheek humor, but still haven't come up with a solid conclusion. Some bands I think I'd automatically like more if I was a boy, and this is one of them.
Okay, so this is big, at least in my mind:
After...6 1/2 years of fandom for The Cure, I acquired my first piece of band merchandise. This is big, you can't just wear any band t shirt, unless you're one of those poser short skinny boys who wear those tiiiight "vintage" t shirts with the dumbass logos. Like the Care Bears and stuff, makes you be like "aw, they're sensitive and in touch w/ their childhood" when essentially it's just dumb.
But so back to this t shirt. I got it on Ebay, and I'm amazed because all shirts on ebay are like XXXL and I found a Medium! It is, of course, being a Cure shirt...Black with Red lettering. (colors are proper nouns in this case apparently) and...although I enjoy both of those colors immensely, I dunno. I hate how the Cure has a "goth band" reputation. It's definitely not! Well at least not completely. Download one of my favorites, From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea. It's an epic. Like the Cure's version of November Rain, GnR if you know what I'm saying.
But so I was talking to Cam about this shirt, and I was kinda joking like "I dont want any goth kids thinking I'm one of them too" and then I realized there are no Goth kids in Boulder. He made fun of me in this Robert Smith (lead singer) voice, like some kid coming up to me like "I'm melancholy, too!" I haven't worn it yet. Actually I am not sure where I put it come to think...plus black is hot. In a temperature way. But I'm excited about it, beacuse it'll be a grand way to network with fellow Cure fans, and although I have only met a handful in my life, they're usually amazing.
get:
from the edge of the deep green sea, The Cure
oh sally, whiskeytown. i love the guitar.
i can by Nas. It's addicting, even though i HATE it.
to sheila, smashing pumpkinds. did you know that until like, age 16 i thought SP was some violent deathmetal band because of the name? God im misled. I only like their mellow stuff, though. and isn't that slippery DJing noise in the beginning of Perfect just INFECTIOUS?
and get some sinatra. he's always awesome. Coltrane too.
oh apparently, i just discovered this.....justjessica is also the name of some porn site. i wonder how many married pervs have accidentally wound up here.
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Just home from work, and I was listening to the Cure, Disintegration...amazing album. And I realized that, if I had to use two words to describe this group it wouldnt' be "goth band" it'd be "fucking brilliant."
And as I was listening to stunning track two, "pictures of you" which i absolutely adore, i realized maybe on a psychological level, the entry into journalism might be some kind of effort, psychologically, to rewrite the past. Cuz there's this line in that song that goes "If only I thought of the right words, I could have held on to your heart. If only I thought of the right words, I wouldn't be breaking apart." And that hits me all the time. Whenever there's a loss I'm always like well if i had only said the right goddamn things. anyway, get that song.
Kris Kross, untold jokes, parable, ligaments, potential
Friday July 18, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (10:58:25 PM EDT)
Sublime16z: wiggity wiggity whack
Jessica was like: miggidy miggidy miggidy miggidy mac daddy
Sublime16z: hahaha you are so cool
Jessica was like: shut up!
Sublime16z: youre the only person i could say that to and follow me up
i am almost certain kris kross is still around, too.
Today I was downloading some stuff off Kazaa. Just perusing, a few songs here, a few there. You know, Bruce, grand drive, jesse malin, gram parsons, just dabbling on the musical pallette. And I don't even know what it was, but I decide to preview this song as it's coming down the road because by golly, I'm curious. And then there's this pause between clicking > and the actual music starting, and I was sorta on the edge of my seat...it was so suspenseful, would i like this band? And I was kinda revelling in the pause and at the same time it was almost torturous.
I've got this friend (Hi, Nikki) who wants to be a stand up comedian. Comic. However you put it. And the kid's got spunk, she's got "moxy" (they always said that in looney tunes cartoons and i never got it) she's funny as hell and she'll prolly make it. But she WONT TELL ME ANY FUCKING JOKES. Apparently it's too much pressure, she has performance anxiety. And I'm like...you can't have flawed timing. I'm talking to you online. She insist that she can and it's not the same as being on stage. I'm like dude all the world's a stage, I have shakespeare on my side, fucking cough it up. I'm not going to shoot it down. She still won't budge. I even paraphrased the PARABLE OF THE LAMP from the BIBLE (thanks scripture class sophomore year) and she didnt get it. I'm gave her the rundown, you know...you've got this glowing talent and you're hiding it under a basket. it's not made to be hidden under a basket. by all means, let the comedic light shine! and she had some smartass answer like my lamp is electric, its unplugged. im like dude, it's an OIL lamp. she goes, i ran out of oil. I'm like for the love of the god, this is a parable, the Jews' oil last for 8 days when they only had one day left, thus hannukah, thus tell me the joke. Nothin.
why wont gilbert gottfried open his eyes just a little bit?
and i dunno why, but do you ever have days where you are just RIDICULOUSLY FLEXIBLE? today is one of those days, i feel like a ninja ballerina pilates expert. legs flying everywhere.
Hm... sometimes I feel all this drive inside. I feel all this ENERGY and zest, dareisay passion. And it's really strong and unharnessed, but I don't know what it's for. What I'm supposed to direct that towards, why it's there, what I can or will do with it, if I ever get a better grip on it. And cheesily, it reminds me of that scene in Billy Elliot at the Royal Ballet academy after he auditions and they call him back for an interview, and he's about to leave and the interviewer asks him what he feels like when he's dancing. And he says "'Dunno." and they're like ugh this kid is pointless. And then he sees his opportunity to prove himself and winds up saying "like electricity" in this irish brogue. But as of yet, still directionless. And despite the flexibility and high arches, it's not ballet.
One of the most beltable ballads, for your enrichment. And now random people telling me I???m full of BS
Thursday July 17, 2003
Posted by: Ridgecliff (6:09:55 PM EDT)
ladies and gents....REO SPEEDWAGON
You should've seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was something missing
You should've known by the tone a' my voice, maybe
But you didn't listen
You played dead, but you never bled,
Instead you lay still in the grass, all coiled up and hissing
And though I know all about those men
Still I don't remember
Cause it was us, baby, ready for them
And we're still together
And I meant, every word I said
When I said that I love you, I meant that I'd love you forever
And I'm gonna keep on loving you
Cause it's the only thing I wanna do
I don't wanna sleep
I just wanna keep on loving you
And I meant, every word I said
When I said that I love you, I meant that I'd love you forever
And I'm gonna keep on loving you
Cause it's the only thing I wanna do
I don't wanna sleep
I just wanna keep on loving you
Baby I'm gonna keep on loving you
'Cause it's the only thing I wanna do
I don't wanna sleep, I just wanna keep on loving you
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Gotta download. The lyrics just don't convey the power like the electric guitar solos can. Trust me on this one, ok?
So check this. I wrote something in here about insecurity about my new major, yeah? So I'm at the haircuter's today. And this woman has cut my hair practically my whole life. She gives me half off, too. (fuckyeah!) But so now she's upping and moving to Florida. So anyway, we're chatting before the cut, when this chatty cathy menopausal woman butts in, as is practically always the case. Starts talking about how she can't believe Janet, hairdresser, is leaving. And I make some little fake comment about how she's the keystone of the community and can't leave. (suburb=closeknit, and either way, i just love discounted haircuts plus it's hard to trust random people with hot wax)
And Janet, who calls me "Princess" (haha what can i tell ya? she's been cutting it since i was like, 6) says something about aw you'll be a good writer. She turns to the fatass secretary who wasn't paying attention and says something like won't she? The lady (by that i mean 'fatass ignorant bitch') goes :
"Yeah. Bullshit." !!!!!!!!!!AH!!!!!
What???s up, ese?
I'd just like to give a shout out to whoever Joey Garza is out there.
Today at work this guy Kenny argued that Mellencamp was better then Springsteen. Arguable, sure. But I think Mellencamp had the advantage of time on his side, leaving Springsteen to influence him before he busted on the scene. Sure, Mellencamp is from the "heartland" aka Indiana, which is right next door and apparently has zero malls, because all the fucking hoosiers come sojourning to the ghetto 'mall' i work at. On the other hand, Springsteen reins from seedy new jersey.
Plus Bruce is a more soulful man while Mellencamp still has a lot of growing up to do, evident in this interview I saw in Rollingstone where he just cussed the whole damn time. Not like I have a fucking problem with that.
Sometimes I'll.okay practically always, I'll settle into these grooves between encountering things I'm interested in, especially musicians. And then I start thinking, "What if this is it? What if this is the last artist I find that I really like?" Because you know how old people stop paying attention to the musical scene sometime in their early adulthood and after that, nothing compares to them. It makes me nervous. And yeah I know theres a pool of talent out there that's just huge. But right now "talent" is just a bunch of Strokes nock-offs and belting nobody's on ABC or whatever getting voted to startdom via text messenger. This reminds me to post my tirade against kelly clarkson that is currently in the rtb. Speaking of which
www.geocities.com/randomthoughtsbook/RTB
s'a good place to be.
oh if you're looking for a good movie about man's inhumanity towards man, and the struggle to survive in the most dire of circumstances, plus if you enjoy classical music, the occasional violent as hell slaughtering of innocents, and the plight of the Jews during WW2, or Schindler's List on that note, watch the Pianist. It's good
I'm off to continue in "AS NATURE MADE HIM: THE BOY WHO WAS RAISED AS A GIRL," Brenda keeps rejecting the surgery that would give her a functional snatch and they're going to have to break the news to her at some point. After which, according to the B&W photo pages in the heart of the spine, comes soon and she becomes David and stops taking estrogen supplements. The excitement mounts.
My new major makes me insecure. Oh, and a boy raised as a girl.
Wednesday July 16, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (1:41:22 AM EDT)
Jessica was like: ha i love it cuz i write to them {COLLEGE OFFICIALS} all verbose like,and they write back like "hey yeah so uhhh" its funny
Jessica was like: where's the professionalism!
JenGirl10: out the fucking window
Jessica was like: yeah. they dont give a shit. im just some other seedy college kid. they look at me and see ramen and cockroaches. condoms and kegs.
JenGirl10: haha
Jessica was like: s'true
Jessica was like: and you know, most of all
JenGirl10: they're just bitter cuz they're old
Jessica was like: they see their reflection in my pupils. upside-down, just like they're dreams turned at some long forgotten turn in the road.
Jessica was like: haha where do i get this shit
Jessica was like: ;-)
JenGirl10: i really don't know
Jessica was like: nor i my friend....nor i
Jessica was like: at least it sounds semi real
JenGirl10: yeah... fresh out of the ass.
Jessica was like: hey fuck yoU!
Jessica was like: do you honestly think all my stuff sounds like i shit it out?
JenGirl10: lol
JenGirl10: you shit out that letter in 5 minutes dude
Jessica was like: that letter wasn't shit, that's just how i talk
JenGirl10: i mean, you literally took a dump on your keyboard.... i'm not saying it's shit, you just can pull things out unlike anyone i have ever known
Jessica was like: omg
Jessica was like: but does it come from my ass just because you KNOW me, or does it come from my ass because it sucks, in general, having been written by anyone at all?
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On another note, I got this book from the library. The story is this, oh and its nonfiction, which I just think they should call TRUTH, but anyway: 1967, 2 baby boys born, and when they're like 8 months old their mom notices they freak out screaming when they pee. So they need to get circumcised cuz there's some issue there, I will spare you the details. So they go to the hospital with babies Bruce and Brian. Pick Bruce up, anesthetize him, use some metal clamp and one of those hot metal needles that cauterizes the blood vessels as it cuts, no blood you know? So apparently the voltage is somehow conducted catastrophically due to the metal clamp and Bruce's dick is fried to a charred black stick that falls off a few days later.I know!
So anyway, they can't build a snythetic functional dick and they realize the kid's childhood and life will be fucked because...all the psychological shit, you know. Plus he can never get any. So they decide to raise Bruce as a girl, and name her Brenda and give her the appropriate accoutrements down south and start her on hormone pills when she's 11 or whatever. But the whole time she knows something is up. SHe is all rough and hates dolls, the ususal kind of thing. She is totally messed inside.
Anyway, puberty hits and things get weird and they tell him/her and then HE stops the hormones and becomes "david" a guy again.......anyway, it's an interesting book.
OH SHIT HAHAHAHAH GiiiiiiiiiiiiiiRLS!!!!!!!
Tuesday July 15, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (1:11:59 AM EDT)
so i was checking these medecine websites to see which pills have the most oomph.
http://pain.bayer.com/types_pain/menstrual_discomfort_en.html
you HAVE TO GO THERE.
Jenna Dahman:
JenGirl10: what the fuck... it's the fucking fourth of july in that uterus
JenGirl10: that pisses me off... try and make something that feels like stabbing knives into fireworks.
JenGirl10: i'm writing a letter to bayer
JenGirl10: hmm... dear bayer:
JenGirl10: i'd just like to let you know about how MY fireworks display feels like every 28 days.
JenGirl10: interestingly enough, it does feel like something is exploding inside of my uterus
Jessica was like: HA
Jessica was like: i am cackling uncontrollably
JenGirl10: hahaha
Jessica was like: keep going, im putting this online
Jessica was like: you have to keep going
JenGirl10: let's see....
JenGirl10: in actuality, my uterus is doing the exploding... and i'm pretty sure it doesn't produce pretty colored stars.
Jessica was like: well, if you like red
JenGirl10: however, i'm so glad that you have a pain medicine that can alleviate those stars that don't exist.
Jessica was like: boo, no longer funny
Jessica was like: go back
JenGirl10: sorry, you interupted my flow
Jessica was like: PUN!!! HAHA!
JenGirl10: ew
JenGirl10: hahahaha i'm still trying to figure out the significance of the expanding red dot.
JenGirl10: i mean.... where the FUCK do you think menstrual pain in located?
Jessica was like: she has a clit, but no boobs
JenGirl10: yeah that's pretty sick
Jessica was like: and then they have the aerobics class below it
Jessica was like: what is that all about?
Jessica was like: heres some ladys' hip
Jessica was like: and her flat stomach. bitch
JenGirl10: really!
JenGirl10: where's the bloating?
JenGirl10: like i'm going to fit my nasty bloated ass into some spandex on my period
JenGirl10: only if i want to cry for 2 days
I can be mature, god damn it
Sunday July 13, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (11:22:34 PM EDT)
huzza88: i love that journal thing.. that's like all i did last night
yawn. art films (dancer in the dark) make me sleepy. time to break the sleeping pill habit and passs out tonight.
hey boulderites. i'm envisioning a john cusack marathon. you know that you're down.
SoSueMe409: your writing just has this entertaining, witty tone to it
Jessica was like: i hope the journalism school thinks that too
so sorry for the um, vividness? but let's all just get real with each other here--uteruses suck. this is probably the insane hormones talking, so please don't comment on this at any point, but to be blunt, the late egg must have been satan, because i can just envision the old "ute" being like "now get the FUCK out of here! OUT! and take your nutrient-rich lining with you! you good for nothing oocyte!" it's out of hand.
So, complications with both my mom and cat's parents, it looks as though the Road Trip aforementioned in such grandeur might not take place. Apparently we're mature enough to get ourselves into college and do all the applications and whatnot ourselves, find our own apartment and sign a lease, consult a lawyer about the lease, negotiate a shitload of free furniture with the landlord, never get speeding tickets, maintain decent GPAs et cetera, yet we can't handle occasional vehicle use although we have had our licenses for 3 years. My mom, over dinner at "the wok" (mongolian bbq) even though I was in Students Against Drunk Driving for 4 years and oh yeah, I was treasurer senior year...said "I dont want you drinking those malt beverages you like and driving" whaaaaaaaaaaa the disrespect was fucking rampant. This is ***at a meal that I was forced to drive her to because she had already tossed back too much wine. Irony?****
oh snap the pineapple pizza has arrived!~
So back to the responsibility thing, sometimes I'm just tempted to make a list of how good I am and shove it in my mom's face, because there are people my age who have three illegitimate children and are addicted to cocaine. Girls my age who are in jail, who aren't in school, who are prostitues et cetera.
On the other hand, I graduated from a private catholic high school. I went to the fucking national young leaders conference. I got two 5's on AP exams and one 4. I make appointments with advisors and doctors and whothefuckever all by myself. I made the dean's list. Now let me have my fucking CAR! I'm not trying to brag I just want to show her how far from the crazy alternative I can be.
It's really frustrating, because (Cat agrees on this too) parents always accolade you when you need it the least. "Oh we're so proud of you for switching jobs like you did all by yourself and so responsibly, letter of resignation and everything." and youre just like uhhh okay they paid better at the 2nd place. "Oh I'm so proud of you (sniff sniff) you got your first apartment all together and it sounds really great and close to campus and we're just so proud of you" and you think uhh, well it had to be done. So they build you up like that and you're like well cool, maybe they think i'm mature. So with this maturity I apparently possess, I'll do a mature thing and take care of my car. You run this by them, "WHAT? CAR? YOU? TAKE CAR TO SCHOOL? NO! YOU WILL DRINK AND DRIVE! YOU CANT TAKE CARE OF IT AND AN APARTMENT! BABY STEPS!"
christ. and the worst thing is, this frustration makes you act really immature, because you keep hitting a wall, to the point where you go "waaaaaaaa! i AM mature god damnit!" and then look completely immature.
hey, get these songs because it's apparent you don't have much to do today:
no pressure over cappuccino, alanis morissette
with or without you, u2. such a great song.
la cienega just smiled- ryan adams. can't get it out of my head, partially because the little solo totally rips off of a Cure song that I can't put my finger on. And hell, if it resembles the Cure in any way and has scratchy male vocals you KNOW I am allllllll over it.
haha oh shit, so my brother was downloading all of this FUNK on the computer. he wanted to make me a mix cd. (this was surprising, him having a creative motivation to do something that would make me happy. well, at least in his mind. i am not about funk.) and he's playing some of these songs and i'm like Cam, don't make this, I will never listen to it. Ever. and he looks at me and goes:
"Not even on....................FRIDAY?????!"
and it was just so great because if you think about it and listened to the song he was playing (Rufus Thomas, do the Push and Pull) and how incredibly funky it was and that feeling of "haleluja" that happens on friday, especially in 80s wallstreet movies, it just might work.
and on a closing note, if you want to know how much of a geek I am, I downloaded that techno song "just breathe" they play in mitsubishi commercials. you know the one. there's something classic about it that makes me think of women holding those long cigarette holders, the smell of and pails of magnolias... burnished chrome, and lots of Art Deco. a smokey lounge.
UPC hair
Tonight during a pause in the flow of customers at the check out counter of my job, I turned to a coworker and said "I hate my job" and held the little laser UPC scanner up to my temple and pulled the little trigger. (I'm hilarious like that....right...) and to out surprise, it BEEPED in recognition of a bar code. I turn to the screen to see what item it thinks I am. Purdue t shirt, apparently. Totally nuts. How could the strands of my hair be lined up just like a Purdue t shirt UPC? I couldn't get it to do it again.
Jim Breuer has such awesome physical comedy.
Perfect teddybears, slaughter of 30,000 chickens by wood chopper
Tuesday July 8, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (12:21:34 AM EDT)
recently life has been about the simple things. baking cookies--even if (vice) they're the break n' bake variety. catching up with friends around the nation. magazines in the mail. thunderstorms (we've had so many! inches and inches!) dusk. getting the pillows just right. how my dog looks at me with his tail wagging as i come in the door after work. library books. acoustic guitar. and by all means, bruce springsteen. hugging my brother. that feeling of accomplishment after the laundry's done.
i made a teddybear at buildabear workshops, and although everyone thought the navy and yellow soccer jersey and the red boxers with tiny blue paws and yellow smiley faces didnt look right, it was perfect in my mind's eye. and i still look at this bear (still, ha, i got him yesterday) and he's suited so perfectly that it perfectly suits me. GOD that was the cutest line.
his name is benjamin. just in case you were wondering.
i read in the paper that an egg company in california killed 30,000 of their chickens (they had some disease scare so they had to kill them) but.......they did it by GET THIS........THROWING THEM THROUGH WOOD CHIPPERS. sad note for such a chill entry but that's how life goes:
perfect teddybears, slaughter of 30,000 by wood chipper
i told that to my friend john and he goes:
Pr4tt: my god
Pr4tt: BUCKAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
hahaha. chicken, get it?
Jessica was like: so im at the drive in last night
Jessica was like: and i say "dude, what would you do if bruce springsteen walked up to the truck right now and put his elbow on the bed edge and was like "how you guys doin' tonite?"
Jessica was like: who thinks these thoughts?
"i want to die like the sunset"-tori amos. hate the music, dig the quote its so shakespearean.
"life hands you one fucked up hand sometimes, i tell ya what."-my cohort, quoting companion, and business partner Fish, like 2 years ago but its still tight as hell.
About my job
What on earth is going on in my heart
Has it turned as cold as stone
Seems these days I don't feel anything
Less it cuts me right down to the bone
What on earth is going on in my heart-david gray
Man, I am so fucking pissed. My job puts me in the worst mood ever, it's terribly despiriting and takes away all of my remaining faith in humanity. This is partially due to the demographics of working at the "dirt mall"--lots of rednecks, white trash, janky brothas, etc. (Forest Fair Mall)
Working at such a ghetto operation, where everything in the store is under 8$, I think the grit is rubbing off on me. Case in tragic, tragic point: Today some customers came up to me and asked me if we had any Kentucky jackets. I paused and thought about it (the store is enormous) and then said "Hm...you know, I think we're plum out. Oh wait...we have a fewwww over there." WHAT? PLUM OUT?
PLUM OUT????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, I'm becoming a hillbilly.
One of the asst. managers/keyholders at work is this really pale, scrawny, hooknosed geeky kid named Josh. When he got his job he enlisted a bunch of his equally pale, socially inept friends to join him at our establishment. It's like this franchise of the Magic the Gathering Society,as I semiaffectionately (ok that was a lie) refer to them in the back of my head. One of these kids, in typical Magic the Gathering style, thinks he's exceptionally gifted in the wit department, when all evidence is to the contrary. If he put a fraction of the effort he puts into coming across as cool into doing his fucking job, perhaps the store would be clean before 10pm and we could all get the fuck out of there on time. But alas, he does jack shit, especially when his friend who got him the job is in charge...of course he never makes his friends do anything. Bitch bitch bitch
Another thing I notice about my job is the proliferation of cellular phone usage among such an inept, backwards population. All the customers are from Hamilton, this podunk shithole town out in the middle of nowhere. Everyone knows Hamilton is synonymous with white trash. A nickname? Hamiltucky. And these fat, 8th grade educated slobs in wifebeaters have cells. I half expect to hear "dueling banjos" as a ringtone. I know it's coming, it's bound to happen.
Funny observation. Young married couple, two tiny kids pushing a cart through the store. Husband stops and grabs a shirt that says something about Beer Goggles. He goes over to the wife and asks her what she thinks. Her reply: "It's so college, honey." "So?" "You're a father now, you can't wear that!" "(groan, puts it back)" and that made me realize that nobody's ever a total official grown up, there's always that kid inside wanting the Beer Goggle T shirt.
A lot of the shirts we sell now are including sexual innuendo that is just rank. One example is this shirt with a skull and crossbones on it and its like Captain Bone diving company, we go longer and deeper...shit like that. But the WORST one is the shirt, jersey, and hat that all say "HAIRY BEAVERS" on it and it has this hideous cartoonish beaver on it with enormous teeth. The rednecks absolutely love that shirt...young teenage guys are buying the hats. As if that will get them ass. Riiiight.
So work puts me in a bad mood, and I was driving home from work and people just suck at driving in Ohio. Let's merge on the interstate going 40, shall we? And then they're winding off the offramp, curling around and the whollllle time the turn signal keeeeps onnn flaaaashing. TURN IT OFF GOD DAMN IT there is NO OTHER WAY you could be GOING it's an OFFRAMP curling around 90 degrees to where you began the TURN TO THE RIGHT I GET IT ALREADY.
And then there's the people who slam on their breaks when they see a cop who is busy writing someone a ticket. He's BUSY, he's not going to hop back in the car and go after you for going 36 in a 35 in the middle of the dealings with the prior offender. Come the hell on.
my mom wants me to quit and work at the office. I think that's going to happen very soon.
i'm done with bitchin for now. this has been therapeutic :)
Bruce lyrics I really feel, fat goth kids, condom, movie lines
Saturday July 5, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (8:53:58 PM EDT)
lyrics to "one step up"
Woke up this morning my house was cold
Checked out the furnace she wasn't burnin'
Went out and hoped in my old Ford
Hit the engine but she ain't turnin'
We've given each other some hard lessons lately
But we ain't learnin'
We're the same sad story that's a fact
One step up and two steps back
Bird on a wire outside my motel room
But he ain't singin'
Girl in white outside a church in June
But the church bells they ain't ringing
I'm sittin' here in this bar tonight
But all I'm thinkin' is
I'm the same old story same old act
One step up and two steps back
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It's the same thing night on night
Who's wrong baby who's right
Another fight and I slam the door on
Another battle in our dirty little war
When I look at myself I don't see
The man I wanted to be
Somewhere along the line I slipped off track
I'm caught movin' one step up and two steps back
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There's a girl across the bar
I get the message she's sendin'
Mmm she ain't lookin' to married
And me well honey I'm pretending
Last night I dreamed I held you in my arms
The music was never-ending
We danced as the evening sky faded to black
One step up and two steps back
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I went to the mall today after work to see if I could get my watch fixed. There's this store there called Torrid. It's another Hot Topic store, you know, all the black and red shit and the Nightmare Before Xmas paraphernalia to make kids feel original and "hardcore." So get this, Torrid, from first glace, looks EXACTLY like Hot Topic. And you go "oh god, they're proliferating" But GET THIS, then you see the sign in the doorway that says "THE ALTERNATIVE FOR SIZES 12-26" holllly shit. Fat goth kids. Who knew there was such a market for this stuff? Maybe they went to a Manson concert and saw kids in those tight 'vintage' skateresque t shirts and thought they had something. You don't believe me do you?
www.torrid.com
I was in my brother's room just a few minutes ago, he and his girlfriend are still here 4 weeks later, and so i was sitting there talking to him for a minute or 3, and then I looked down to the floor and there's a box of Durex. Yeah, gross. Anyway I can deal, but it wasn't just regular condoms it was EXTREME PLEASURE STUDDED...that's just weird to think about. I mean, it's my BROTHER aaaaaaaagh!
a lot of the guys i work with, you know, the high school variety, they're obsessed with reciting movie lyrics and they totally get off on it, i mean busting out laughter and all these scenes from really dumb movies and all the girls stand around like hm yeah anyway....
perhaps this is because they always say guys are more visual than girls. if you ask a guy how a movie was he'll be like "it was totally awesome, there was this scene where this car flew off a bridge and blew up in midair, fire everywhere, and then this guy was being gunned down on the roof of a high-rise and jumped and landed on his motorcycle.." they'll tell you the visual stuff, but if you ask a girl if a movie was good she'll usually not give a specific description of her favorite scene but she'll give it an overall rating "eh, not bad. there were some really cute parts. it's alright." she won't be like "it was okay except for this one scene where the guy was cuddling sharon with his left arm around her and the bedspread was purple and then he reached over to kiss her and" no, they never do that. the already obvious conclusion? Less visual, more emotional. But who didn't know this. Time to go finish the last 84 or so pages of my book.
But before I go I'm so sick of that tampax commercial where the girl and her bf are at a party, and she goes upstairs to the bathroom and puts her tampon down half hanging out of the open window, and it falls and she freaks out and doesn't like the other non-tampax tampons under the sink so she makes that chain of the tampons and reaches down to the ground downstairs and snares the tampon, and the guy is down there extolling the girl like "she's amazing, so smart, creative, absolutley adorable" and you can see the tampon chain in the background? I'm so sick of that fucking commercial. No girl alive would do that.
It???s a cozy pillow with a tongue in cheek sense of humor
Saturday July 5, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (1:28:53 AM EDT)
http://bbs.sina.com.tw/usr/372/372_12899360.jpg
i want one, too bad it's in japanese
time to watch south park.
Invention for humanity
Friday July 4, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (1:10:25 AM EDT)
So, I've got sensitive teeth. And I got the sensodyne,but you can still get random flashes of pain in the middle of the day, and you can't just run off and brush your teeth when you're at work. So here's my idea:
Chewing gum that desensitizes your teeth.
And gives you minty fresh breath.
So, you feel some ache, you pop the gum, within minutes the pain is lessened. I emailed sensodyne but they said i needed a patent or something. I'm not in it for the money. I'm out to help humanity.
I read in Rolling Stone that whiskeytown's getting back in the studio, so fuck yeah.
nasty: when women yank the sides of their bikini bottoms waay up to like navel-level. that's just so weird.
i think im gonna go eat an eggo and get in bed. strawberry flavor, if you must ask
I just watched Philadelphia
Tuesday July 1, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (1:19:37 AM EDT)
Have you seen this movie? 1983, I think...starring Tom Hanks. If you haven't, Hanks plays a successful lawyer in a top-notch firm. Once the firm realizes he's gay and subsequently has AIDS, he is fired. He goes to court because this is obviously discrimination. However, being the early 80s, there's mass opposition. Of course, he dies in the end. And no this doesn't give anything away. Because we all die in the end.
So anyway, when Hanks is in the hospital, seriously ill and halfway alive, hooked up to mass machinery, it reminded me of a few months ago with my dad...and also reminded me about how I'd wanted to volunteer at Hospice or something along those lines. I started thinking about what I would say if the Hospice people asked me to write something detailing my interest in working with such terribly sick terminal patients. And I mulled this over while finishing the film and I came up with this stuff-- completely UNHEWN as all hell, keep in mind:
In life, fear interferes in our personal experiences. We avoid certain situations or activities because we fear, among other things, consequences, loss, difficulty, pain, and death. This fear of death is reflected to a grand scale in our American society, which consistently shrouds death in an impermeable mystique and walls off the inevitable out of unsease.
It has been said that "In the midst of life we are in death" and this holds true, regardless of our fears and avoidance of our end. However much our society chooses to ignore this fact, death is (cliche alert) a part of life inasmuch as birth. It is certain for all living things.
Some people die in tragic accidents or crimes, others, at their own hands. Millions die per year from diseases and malignancies such as heart disease, stroke, numerous cancers. Some drift away peacefully in their sleep while others face unrelenting pain until they can fight no more. The avenues leading to death are multifarious. Some of us get to say goodbye to our nearest and dearest while others are stolen from us at the most crushing and innoportune times. None of us can know when our time will come or by which path it shall travel meet us. But by carrying an understanding with us that death is a part of life, we can open our minds to the beautiful reality and abundant gifts we each hold witness to.
One of my favorite books, Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom, chronicles the passing of wisdom from a terminal aged professor and his grown college student. The key piece of insight Prof. Morrie Schwarz offers us is this: "When we learn how to die, we learn how to live." In opening our arms to life, we can open our hearts to those around us and truly live to the fullest until our individual ends.
For some time, I have considered a medical career just as I had journalism prior to committing to a major in that field. I thought of it in the same "Hell no...but why do I keep thinking about it in the back of my head?" way. While the scientific and mathematical tract bends beyond the reach of my personal talents, I have identified a common theme between these two whimsical career goals as essayist and medical practitioner. Each seek to enhance the quality of their reader/patients days, to help them connect with the road to enlightenment, insight, healing, peace.
One format I particularly enjoy is the anecdotal essay, also referred to as a "slice of life" style. In these formats, small and commonly overlooked to-do's are extrapolated to apply to the human experience as a whole. We each only can live so much, experience so much. It is through the connections we forge with others that we can see a broad spectrum of wisdom and experience.
A successful doctor connects with his patients and sympathizes with their aches and pains, their fears and concerns as he guides them to health. A successful writer connects with her readers in a personable and intimate way, acknowledges their aptitudes and their questions, fosters a friendly dynamic as she leads them through a story, a moment, a revelation.
~
Anyway on a seirously completely unrelated note that i've always wondered about, does anyone else's tonsils really start to hurt when they hold back their crying?
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