12 November, 2012
30 October, 2012
- It is most likely going to get hot if it’s an enclosed space. Even if it’s in the middle of the winter. Even if it’s Hurricane Sandy right outside (that is a joke please button up don’t go outside it is dangerous don’t do it)—wear shorts. Or a skirt, even, if you’d like. Jeans will make you sweat and stick to your legs, as will tights, most likely. I am so glad I didn’t wear the tights and skirt.
- Do not, for the love of God, bring a bag. I made this stupid mistake. My friends warned me, too! I thought I needed it for my wallet and my phone and, like, my lipstick. Jesus Christ. My friend Jessica stuck her money in her shoe and carried her phone or put it in her breast pocket. I, on the other hand, kept hitting people with my bag, or kept having it thud against my leg when I jumped. For the love of all things holy, just carry your phone in your hand and stick your money in your shoe/pocket/bra/hair. You do not, in fact, need anything else.
- Drink water before. But not so much you need to pee during the concert. Before the concert even started, I panicked and asked Jessica, like, five times whether she thought we might get dehydrated and passed out. She got so tired of hearing it she said “We might. We’ll be fine.” and I panicked but my throat didn’t get dry and the security guards had water bottles at the front that they kept tossing at as, they were total sweethearts. Anyway, don’t get dehydrated, but pee right before.
- Bring an extra hair tie. Or two.
- Don’t be the asshat that starts pushing everyone around. Kids got kicked out of the show ‘cause they started a “wave” in the back and caused a Domino effect that made people fall over and push all the way to the front.
- Apparently, try to bring earplugs. On the car ride home, Jessica’s father told us that the loud boom of the speakers was dangerous for our hearing, and because we’re dumb there’s , like, 60% more chance that we’re going to go deaf by 25. Not really, but you won’t look stupid, you’ll hear the music just the same, and you won’t have an annoying ringing in your ears that night when your ear gets close to the pillow.
- If it’s a standing concert, don’t lose your friend. I was pressed against the railing, at the way front, and when those idiots started pushing again, I somehow was standing right behind my friend Jessica. It was unfair, but, seriously, I’m 4’11, I could get lost for days in between all those people, don’t die, place a tracking device in your friend’s ear, and you’ll be okay.
- If you don’t want to be in the way back, don’t get there an hour before the show starts!!!!!!!!!!1111! Be like my friends, the pioneers, who got there seven hours before.
16 October, 2012
- A shortage or imbalance of mood-influencing chemicals in the brain, along with possible side-effects in medication, illnesses, and infections.
- People with low self-esteem or those who constantly degrade and punish themselves are more prone to becoming depressed.
- Genetics—people can “inherit” depression.
- Certain severe, life-altering situations can cause depression.
03 July, 2012
My sister and I sat in the last row, with my parents somewhere else in the plane, something that had never happened to either of us before—but we were so happy for our seating arrangement, because the last seat on our row was occupied by a lovely young woman who had positively the most adorable laugh and struck up a conversation with the young man in the row across from her. My sister and I listened in as they kept joking with each other and talking about how she loved San Diego and how he loved his stay and how she was surprised, didn’t he live there? and how no, he was from Maui, he was just visiting, and how she was visiting Maui, actually, and how she might need a tour guide.
When I was in first grade I read a book from the Junie B. Jones: First Grader series titled Aloha-ha-ha! and I don’t remember which island she went to, but she got received at the airport (or was it the hotel?) with a cool lei and I didn’t get offered any leis, so obviously my trip was ruined.
That was one of my “discoveries”, if you will. I decided once I graduated college, I was going to be a traveler, among my many other professions I intend to take on.
“Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.” It’s nostalgia for studying abroad that one semester. Travel is realizing that “age thirty” should be shed of its goddamn stigma.”
Through this trip, I also found out how important working and discipline is. I hated myself the first half of June because of yet another one of my discoveries, but throughout my month I also learned not to hate myself for my mistakes and take the initiative to find a way to fix them. The thing is, I took too many things for granted. I took my education for granted, I took the blessings I’ve been given for granted, and I took my relationships for granted.
I’ll elaborate soon enough. I feel like it’s too much of some sort of nebula explosion inside of my brain to condense into tiny paragraphs under pictures of the sky, so I’ll find the appropriate words.
Phew. It was nice to type up a blog post again.
06 June, 2012
One of my favorite feelings is going to Target or Albertson’s and finding an old movie that I used to rent relentlessly from the corner Blockbuster I used to live by, but had now forgotten about, on sale for six or five dollars. See, a few days ago I thought I was walking into Albertson’s for raspberry extract. I actually came out with raspberry extract, a tin of Altoids, and Penelope, for five dollars! When I saw it, I couldn’t believe it! I hadn’t seen that movie in years, yet I still listed it as my favorite everywhere it required me to fill my favorite movies for. I bought it because I had to.
I first saw the movie when my dad took my sister, Sabrina, and I for a “daddy date”, where we went to dinner, and then saw Penelope at the theatre. I am totally making a “:3: face as I type this, but I remember coming home from that “date” and getting a nervous panic attack because I was feeling feelings I had never felt before, and then, after I anxiously told my mom, I realized I was just developing a severe crush on James McAvoy. And so my love for him began.
Penelope is about a girl (Christina Ricci) who was born with a curse—she has a snout. For some reason that I am happy to report was beyond me even the first time I saw this movie and thought was the ultimate, perfect movie: everyone finds this incredibly horrid (mostly her mother), so the parents fake her death and hide her away, only revealing her to rich “blue bloods” who can marry her to break the curse. A reporter and a rich mama’s boy have already seen Penelope, but nobody believes them, so they hire Max Campion (James McAvoy) to secretly take a picture of her if and when she reveals herself to him.
While not Oscar material, this is one of the only films that gives me legitimate “fuzzies” and warm feelings. There are a bunch of close-ups of James McAvoy’s face, pretty clothes, Christina Ricci’s perfect face—ahem—and Reese Witherspoon. I’ve picked out your favorite film and you haven’t even seen it yet. (Unless you have, then please, let’s fangirl about it together?!)