"It was right then, between when I asked about the labyrinth and when she answered me, that I realized the importance of curves, of the thousand places where girls' bodies ease from on e place to another, from arc of the foot to ankle to calf, from calf to hip to waist to breast to neck to ski-slope nose to forehead to shoulder to the concave arch of the back to the butt to the etc. I'd noticed curves before, of course, but I had never quite apprehended their significance." - John Green
And one more John Green Quote. Seriously, read the whole thing. I'll even do lots of random line breaks to keep your attention. (Admit it, you skim when it's longer than six or seven consecutive lines. CONSECUTIVE! I mean honestly, who's attention span is that long?)
"Maybe it's more like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like, each starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen - these people leave us, or don't love us , or don't get us, or we don't get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places. And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable.
But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it's only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs.
When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. BUt one the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out."
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Meow?
Hello world.
I haven't had much to say because life is so NORMAL. Which is weird in and of itself. No live action fruit ninja fights outside the dorm. I love home. I love normal. But what can I write about it? You GUYS. I went to bed at ELEVEN. And got up at EIGHT. And then I WATERED PLANTS. And PRACTICED the PIANO. And learned how to COOK some of my mom's recipes. WOOOO Look out world!
Isn't that the best?
But a few things have been going on. I got a job. It's... well it's a job. I work at an Inn, which is fun when it's super busy, although on the slow days I think the wall has a permanent indentation from where I bang my head into it. I work the front desk, meaning I answer phones, make reservations, check people in and out, etc... And like I said, when it's busy it's a blast. So many unexpected questions come up that there's no way I could be trained on dealing with every situation. (On the first day someone asked me about the differing sizes of the tubs. Wha?) This is a very couples based business, expert in special occasions. Ah the Inn, where everybody is super in love, except the front desk worker. Yours truly.
Which brings me to my next point. I've done something I swore I would never do. I mocked these people unceasingly, made means jokes about it, slated it for the weird and too sentimental. I've... I've... I've fallen in love with my cat* Save me. I woke up one morning with him sleeping on my shoulder and instead of getting up and chucking him off the roof like I normally would have, I laughed. Laughed and thought it was frickin' adorable.
I'm turning into a legitimate cat lady.
Not only do I love my cat, but my parents have turned in to cool people. Seriously. I love hanging out with them. Did you know they're hysterical? Cause they are. If they were in a cool contest, they'd be ice and your parents would be lukewarm tap water.**
Someone set me up. Boys are foreign creatures right now. They're either on missions or home for the summer, or away on summer adventures. Obviously work doesn't provide many options because while yeah, I've met many a cute guy, they're all MARRIED. And home wrecking has really never been an option for me. So unless next to my piano, or the corner of Barnes and Nobles becomes a really hot hang out spot, it's looking like a solo summer. And you know what I say to that? GOOD. After months and months of being social all the fudging time, I love being on my own.*** But still call me if you want to hang out. Chances are I still like YOU. And want to hear from you and catch up and all that crap. I'm just not in the mood to go clubbing in the hopes of snagging a man.
I guess for now all my affection is reserved for the cat. Winston. Or Melville. Or Mumford. Or Wayne. We tried name him like eight times but nothing stuck. He gets all my snuggles that lucky creature.
* I did not choose to have this cat in my defense. It was an unfortunate circumstances and a horribly botched attempt at being thoughtful. True to Gish-style. Ask me about it in person because really, it's too embarrassing to talk about here. Actually don't ask me about it. It's too embarrassing to talk about anywhere.
**This is mostly because they listen to NPR with me. So mostly likely I'm moving to their level. Suddenly the idea of gardening? FASCINATING. Learning about different types of bike valves? FASCINATING. Listening to old Talking Heads songs and laughing at David Byrnes suit? So. Much. FUN.
***Unless you really want to set me up. Which I'd also be totally ok with.
I haven't had much to say because life is so NORMAL. Which is weird in and of itself. No live action fruit ninja fights outside the dorm. I love home. I love normal. But what can I write about it? You GUYS. I went to bed at ELEVEN. And got up at EIGHT. And then I WATERED PLANTS. And PRACTICED the PIANO. And learned how to COOK some of my mom's recipes. WOOOO Look out world!
Isn't that the best?
But a few things have been going on. I got a job. It's... well it's a job. I work at an Inn, which is fun when it's super busy, although on the slow days I think the wall has a permanent indentation from where I bang my head into it. I work the front desk, meaning I answer phones, make reservations, check people in and out, etc... And like I said, when it's busy it's a blast. So many unexpected questions come up that there's no way I could be trained on dealing with every situation. (On the first day someone asked me about the differing sizes of the tubs. Wha?) This is a very couples based business, expert in special occasions. Ah the Inn, where everybody is super in love, except the front desk worker. Yours truly.
Which brings me to my next point. I've done something I swore I would never do. I mocked these people unceasingly, made means jokes about it, slated it for the weird and too sentimental. I've... I've... I've fallen in love with my cat* Save me. I woke up one morning with him sleeping on my shoulder and instead of getting up and chucking him off the roof like I normally would have, I laughed. Laughed and thought it was frickin' adorable.
I'm turning into a legitimate cat lady.
Not only do I love my cat, but my parents have turned in to cool people. Seriously. I love hanging out with them. Did you know they're hysterical? Cause they are. If they were in a cool contest, they'd be ice and your parents would be lukewarm tap water.**
Someone set me up. Boys are foreign creatures right now. They're either on missions or home for the summer, or away on summer adventures. Obviously work doesn't provide many options because while yeah, I've met many a cute guy, they're all MARRIED. And home wrecking has really never been an option for me. So unless next to my piano, or the corner of Barnes and Nobles becomes a really hot hang out spot, it's looking like a solo summer. And you know what I say to that? GOOD. After months and months of being social all the fudging time, I love being on my own.*** But still call me if you want to hang out. Chances are I still like YOU. And want to hear from you and catch up and all that crap. I'm just not in the mood to go clubbing in the hopes of snagging a man.
I guess for now all my affection is reserved for the cat. Winston. Or Melville. Or Mumford. Or Wayne. We tried name him like eight times but nothing stuck. He gets all my snuggles that lucky creature.
* I did not choose to have this cat in my defense. It was an unfortunate circumstances and a horribly botched attempt at being thoughtful. True to Gish-style. Ask me about it in person because really, it's too embarrassing to talk about here. Actually don't ask me about it. It's too embarrassing to talk about anywhere.
**This is mostly because they listen to NPR with me. So mostly likely I'm moving to their level. Suddenly the idea of gardening? FASCINATING. Learning about different types of bike valves? FASCINATING. Listening to old Talking Heads songs and laughing at David Byrnes suit? So. Much. FUN.
***Unless you really want to set me up. Which I'd also be totally ok with.
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