"Dance you little monkey!" -Elliot
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Hop on for the ride
Mmmmmm. I love dark chocolate.
Anyway, the weekend was a general hit, it was exactly what a weekend should entail; eating, drinking, eating more, sleeping some, dancing, hanging out with friends, lounging, watching some Olympics and of course eating more. I did get to drive a little because my brother came up and I got to use the car! Yay! It was really good to see Scott, it's been a while, I just hope he had fun.
The girls state meet was good, Creek won of course, and man are they fast. Besides that I went to REI and got a sweet backpack for only $20! It was a steal for sure. Well I must stop avoiding my homework, it's time to start.
And from my chocolate wrapper here is the fortune for the day: "Make someone melt today" Oh, believe me chocolate wrapper, I probably already have.
Ha. Ok enjoy the picts above, I'm out.
Anyway, the weekend was a general hit, it was exactly what a weekend should entail; eating, drinking, eating more, sleeping some, dancing, hanging out with friends, lounging, watching some Olympics and of course eating more. I did get to drive a little because my brother came up and I got to use the car! Yay! It was really good to see Scott, it's been a while, I just hope he had fun.
The girls state meet was good, Creek won of course, and man are they fast. Besides that I went to REI and got a sweet backpack for only $20! It was a steal for sure. Well I must stop avoiding my homework, it's time to start.
And from my chocolate wrapper here is the fortune for the day: "Make someone melt today" Oh, believe me chocolate wrapper, I probably already have.
Ha. Ok enjoy the picts above, I'm out.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Fire in the Grassland
Recently a lot has been swirling around in my usually barren mind, and in a sense that is refreshing. At least something is going on upstairs. One of my classes the other day might trigger the tangent I might go off on, writing about everything that comes to mind, and life in general might be the other trigger for my sudden urge to spit it all out onto my little blog.
So...here goes.
We'll start off slow, with a little overview of my week. Considering I thought for most of yesterday that it was Monday, when in fact, it was Wednesday might explain a little bit about the first two days of my week.
I have yet to do barely any homework this week, which has become my usual pattern. I'm not too upset about it because I sorta gave myself this week to be a shit, because next week I'm going to get dumped on.
Monday night started off with a nice jaunt to the park with Kristin, followed by some good friend time with Jen and Matt, and later, to my surprise the Stover crew came over looking for some free food. So I treated Lauren, Ash, Ben, Nick and Moises to some free dinner at Fazoli's where I have some gift cards. Katie and I just got some drinks and rocked out on the way there and the way home. After our lovely dinner the next few hours were spend dancing as Ash taught us a few line dances she had learned at Sundance.
Tuesday was Matt's birthday dinner, we sipped on a few brews before and headed into dinner and had a most excellent time. I haven't seen those guys in a while. Afterwards we headed to Sundance and I did the line dances Ash had taught me the night before (and some salsa dancing since it was Matt's 21 and all he wanted to do was salsa). The night was ended with some tripple axels in the parking lot, and some goofy phone calls and singing from Matt and Earl. I got some nice Valentine's Day gifts from my friends and family, which was a plus. So after two good nights, I have gotten a little run down, and as a result I have been feeling a little ill. No worries I'll be back at em tomorrow!
This morning was my final appointment with the doctor, he took my stitches out a few days ago and said that it looked good, so he just put some sticky strips (I forget what they are called) and told me to take it easy still on my heal. It's become my excuse for not working out, which it was a good one at first but now I am getting frustered. Who knew that swimming could be so dangerous. It's contributing to my fat build up (since I can't swim or were shoes, therefore can't run) and could one day lead to my early demise. Thanks a lot swimming.
Anyway, enough with the small write...
I am starting to get tired already, so this might be shorter than I would have liked, I might have to continue it later. My apologies.
I just realized how much I miss my mom. Brings a tear to the old eye, but I get to see her in 3 weeks, so that will be nice. Maybe even sooner if I can get a ride down.
Anyway, in my literary theory class we have been talking about a lot of really interesting things, some of which go right over my head. Which is rather unfortunate, because it would be cool to understand all of the things my teacher says. But usually he tells us that it is hard to grasp and if we know the general concept, then we should be ok. I missed the second day we were talking about Russian Formalism, but I have been intently listening (until I accidently fall asleep) as we have been talking about Marxism and Capitalism. It's a totally different experience than I have ever heard of before, and it's something that has challenged my thinking.
Basically in short, the idea of Capitalism is that people, in theory, are exchanging their time or life for the production of goods, which in turn makes them slaves to the Capitalists. I know it entails a lot more, and I wish I could just sit down with my teacher, or anyone who knew a lot about this stuff and just talk about it. It's an interesting concept because according to Marx, we have been brainwashed into thinking we are individuals and we are working for the benefit of ourselves. When is all acutality, we are working for the higher class, and that essentially makes us slaves of society, and we really aren't individuals at all. I think it was Marx who said that "Capitalist is the pimp", sort of relating it with prostitution and how it can be confused with freedom. He thinks that the openness of life is funneled into the allusions and so many people are much too busy surviving life to acutally LIVE it. The basic idea of people having these false abstractions and confusing them with reality is called ideology, and this idea, as you can imagine can still be threatening.
A question that would be an example of this would be: Is God making the world? Or do human just think there is a "God" who created the world? That got me thinking too, I mean what if people just thought there was a God, and eveyone would embelish stories about this holy thing they encountered and all of the Biblical stories were either made up or exaggerated? And everyone is going to church warshipping this fictional character that never even existed except in the confines of someone's mind a long time ago.
Society forces these values upon us that we assume to be natural. We assume that we need to work and we need to do these things to live, but like Marx said, are we just slaves to our own thoughts? Are we all just the same and there is no individualism? Has there been an illusion that we are all subjects that make up a whole? I mean think of all the values that have been instilled on us...
Ideological Interpellation is what it is called. In order for me to fully explain it I'm going to have to do the reading assignment(oops), but it is just something to think about. Herbert Marcuse believes it's absurd to think you are an individual because there were people before you who instilled values on you and there are people around you who instill values and character, and just add to yours. And eventually we are all copies of each other, just different versions.
I'm not saying I necessairly believe all this, and that I am going to ban the country together and shout from the roof tops that we have been brainwashed and we are oppressed and we must march to the Washington and burn down the white house...I'm just saying I think it's an interesting concept and something that I have thought about. Something that was bound to come up to someone at one time or another, and Marx just wrote a million books about stuff like that. The other week in that class we analyzed a poem by John Donne (sp?) and that was equally as interesting if not completely surprising. He was diiiirty. But clever, and who doesn't love a whitty pervert?
So anyway there's my two cents for now. I am getting drowsy and my nose is getting stuffy so I think I am going to try to take a nap. I will be back soon enough with pictures and some other ridiclous things to say.
This weekend I have no clue what's going on besides I am going to watch girls state at Epic with my brother and whoever else comes and then he's going to hang out here. If he comes that is since we got DUMPED on all day yesterday. I was a little annoyed, but it is Feb, and it should be snowing... I guess. It's just inconvienent, since I don't have a car.
Ok even though I'm not a fan, nap time.
Oh, let me just say 2 more things:
A good feeling: Feeling like you've known someone for years when you've barely hung out with them twice
A bad feeling: Missing someone you barely know, and not doing homework.
Just something to throw out there.
Oh! And I love working at the elementary school, the kids are so cute! I am always in a good mood coming out of there. I don't remember if I already talked about that, but ya.
Ok I am really going to dreamland now.
iBon Voyage!
So...here goes.
We'll start off slow, with a little overview of my week. Considering I thought for most of yesterday that it was Monday, when in fact, it was Wednesday might explain a little bit about the first two days of my week.
I have yet to do barely any homework this week, which has become my usual pattern. I'm not too upset about it because I sorta gave myself this week to be a shit, because next week I'm going to get dumped on.
Monday night started off with a nice jaunt to the park with Kristin, followed by some good friend time with Jen and Matt, and later, to my surprise the Stover crew came over looking for some free food. So I treated Lauren, Ash, Ben, Nick and Moises to some free dinner at Fazoli's where I have some gift cards. Katie and I just got some drinks and rocked out on the way there and the way home. After our lovely dinner the next few hours were spend dancing as Ash taught us a few line dances she had learned at Sundance.
Tuesday was Matt's birthday dinner, we sipped on a few brews before and headed into dinner and had a most excellent time. I haven't seen those guys in a while. Afterwards we headed to Sundance and I did the line dances Ash had taught me the night before (and some salsa dancing since it was Matt's 21 and all he wanted to do was salsa). The night was ended with some tripple axels in the parking lot, and some goofy phone calls and singing from Matt and Earl. I got some nice Valentine's Day gifts from my friends and family, which was a plus. So after two good nights, I have gotten a little run down, and as a result I have been feeling a little ill. No worries I'll be back at em tomorrow!
This morning was my final appointment with the doctor, he took my stitches out a few days ago and said that it looked good, so he just put some sticky strips (I forget what they are called) and told me to take it easy still on my heal. It's become my excuse for not working out, which it was a good one at first but now I am getting frustered. Who knew that swimming could be so dangerous. It's contributing to my fat build up (since I can't swim or were shoes, therefore can't run) and could one day lead to my early demise. Thanks a lot swimming.
Anyway, enough with the small write...
I am starting to get tired already, so this might be shorter than I would have liked, I might have to continue it later. My apologies.
I just realized how much I miss my mom. Brings a tear to the old eye, but I get to see her in 3 weeks, so that will be nice. Maybe even sooner if I can get a ride down.
Anyway, in my literary theory class we have been talking about a lot of really interesting things, some of which go right over my head. Which is rather unfortunate, because it would be cool to understand all of the things my teacher says. But usually he tells us that it is hard to grasp and if we know the general concept, then we should be ok. I missed the second day we were talking about Russian Formalism, but I have been intently listening (until I accidently fall asleep) as we have been talking about Marxism and Capitalism. It's a totally different experience than I have ever heard of before, and it's something that has challenged my thinking.
Basically in short, the idea of Capitalism is that people, in theory, are exchanging their time or life for the production of goods, which in turn makes them slaves to the Capitalists. I know it entails a lot more, and I wish I could just sit down with my teacher, or anyone who knew a lot about this stuff and just talk about it. It's an interesting concept because according to Marx, we have been brainwashed into thinking we are individuals and we are working for the benefit of ourselves. When is all acutality, we are working for the higher class, and that essentially makes us slaves of society, and we really aren't individuals at all. I think it was Marx who said that "Capitalist is the pimp", sort of relating it with prostitution and how it can be confused with freedom. He thinks that the openness of life is funneled into the allusions and so many people are much too busy surviving life to acutally LIVE it. The basic idea of people having these false abstractions and confusing them with reality is called ideology, and this idea, as you can imagine can still be threatening.
A question that would be an example of this would be: Is God making the world? Or do human just think there is a "God" who created the world? That got me thinking too, I mean what if people just thought there was a God, and eveyone would embelish stories about this holy thing they encountered and all of the Biblical stories were either made up or exaggerated? And everyone is going to church warshipping this fictional character that never even existed except in the confines of someone's mind a long time ago.
Society forces these values upon us that we assume to be natural. We assume that we need to work and we need to do these things to live, but like Marx said, are we just slaves to our own thoughts? Are we all just the same and there is no individualism? Has there been an illusion that we are all subjects that make up a whole? I mean think of all the values that have been instilled on us...
Ideological Interpellation is what it is called. In order for me to fully explain it I'm going to have to do the reading assignment(oops), but it is just something to think about. Herbert Marcuse believes it's absurd to think you are an individual because there were people before you who instilled values on you and there are people around you who instill values and character, and just add to yours. And eventually we are all copies of each other, just different versions.
I'm not saying I necessairly believe all this, and that I am going to ban the country together and shout from the roof tops that we have been brainwashed and we are oppressed and we must march to the Washington and burn down the white house...I'm just saying I think it's an interesting concept and something that I have thought about. Something that was bound to come up to someone at one time or another, and Marx just wrote a million books about stuff like that. The other week in that class we analyzed a poem by John Donne (sp?) and that was equally as interesting if not completely surprising. He was diiiirty. But clever, and who doesn't love a whitty pervert?
So anyway there's my two cents for now. I am getting drowsy and my nose is getting stuffy so I think I am going to try to take a nap. I will be back soon enough with pictures and some other ridiclous things to say.
This weekend I have no clue what's going on besides I am going to watch girls state at Epic with my brother and whoever else comes and then he's going to hang out here. If he comes that is since we got DUMPED on all day yesterday. I was a little annoyed, but it is Feb, and it should be snowing... I guess. It's just inconvienent, since I don't have a car.
Ok even though I'm not a fan, nap time.
Oh, let me just say 2 more things:
A good feeling: Feeling like you've known someone for years when you've barely hung out with them twice
A bad feeling: Missing someone you barely know, and not doing homework.
Just something to throw out there.
Oh! And I love working at the elementary school, the kids are so cute! I am always in a good mood coming out of there. I don't remember if I already talked about that, but ya.
Ok I am really going to dreamland now.
iBon Voyage!
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Red letter week?
What a bitter sweet week this has been. I will explain.
Bitter = icky chicky
Sweet = 6 classes so far the whole week.
Put into more depth, I ate something yesterday that my tummy did not like. Therefore I had to stay home from two classes. Then my other class was cancelled today since my teacher is sick. Which is bad, but good. So the past three days I have only had one class each day. And I haven't done barely homework, besides start a paper at 12 last night and finish it up around 2. Oh man I am being a SLACKER.
Also the dinner menu goes as such:
*Free Fazoli's dinner (I found coupons)
*Soapipeia (sp?) party by Dave's mom (free of charge of course)
*Panera (not free this time)
*Flambe (paid for by my uncle)
So I rule this week mostly sweet. I actually think just that dinner menu calls for a red letter week. The little things such as a stomach ache, a higher energy bill and stitches don't really compare to that glorious list of feasts.
Currently (not literally) I am crossing my fingers I get my stitches out today so I can go swimming or running or biking or SOMETHING..... I have been a lifeless blob for waaaaay too long. Unacceptable.
Tomorrow is going to be tricky because I will have to go to THREE classes in one day. That's half of my week's attendance rate in just one day. I think I can do it. Plus volunteer work with the kindies. They are so cute, and no matter what mood you are in going there, you'll always walk out in a good mood. Or at least better, until you get home and realize you have way too much homework and you don't want to think about it so you just log on to aim and facebook...
Maybe that's just me.
So a while ago I wrote a 5 page nonsense lymeric and I thought it would be fun to post it, but it's hard to just post a little bit of it and I don't know a single soul who would be excited to read my a lymeric, let alone one that is 5 pages. So I voted it off this week's posting. It was the weakest link. Ok I'll stop with that rubbish.
I was going to make a little list of things I have learned recently, but I am starving and Jen and I are going to Spicy Pickle. Just to add to my constant eating streak...
Good work Jessica. Geeze.
Ok. I'm out.
Good tidings.
Bitter = icky chicky
Sweet = 6 classes so far the whole week.
Put into more depth, I ate something yesterday that my tummy did not like. Therefore I had to stay home from two classes. Then my other class was cancelled today since my teacher is sick. Which is bad, but good. So the past three days I have only had one class each day. And I haven't done barely homework, besides start a paper at 12 last night and finish it up around 2. Oh man I am being a SLACKER.
Also the dinner menu goes as such:
*Free Fazoli's dinner (I found coupons)
*Soapipeia (sp?) party by Dave's mom (free of charge of course)
*Panera (not free this time)
*Flambe (paid for by my uncle)
So I rule this week mostly sweet. I actually think just that dinner menu calls for a red letter week. The little things such as a stomach ache, a higher energy bill and stitches don't really compare to that glorious list of feasts.
Currently (not literally) I am crossing my fingers I get my stitches out today so I can go swimming or running or biking or SOMETHING..... I have been a lifeless blob for waaaaay too long. Unacceptable.
Tomorrow is going to be tricky because I will have to go to THREE classes in one day. That's half of my week's attendance rate in just one day. I think I can do it. Plus volunteer work with the kindies. They are so cute, and no matter what mood you are in going there, you'll always walk out in a good mood. Or at least better, until you get home and realize you have way too much homework and you don't want to think about it so you just log on to aim and facebook...
Maybe that's just me.
So a while ago I wrote a 5 page nonsense lymeric and I thought it would be fun to post it, but it's hard to just post a little bit of it and I don't know a single soul who would be excited to read my a lymeric, let alone one that is 5 pages. So I voted it off this week's posting. It was the weakest link. Ok I'll stop with that rubbish.
I was going to make a little list of things I have learned recently, but I am starving and Jen and I are going to Spicy Pickle. Just to add to my constant eating streak...
Good work Jessica. Geeze.
Ok. I'm out.
Good tidings.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
The icing on the cake
What a weekend. I'm beginning to run low since I only had four hours of sleep, so I'll make this quick.
Well as the pictures show I had a fantastic weekend full of friends, brews and laughter...?
Friday was a relaxing night in with a few friends and the roomies just playing some games and sipping on some of Dave's tasty drinks.
Saturday I went out with my grand buddy Kristin to Whole Foods where we dined with the most excellent sandwiches of all time. Then we went to her friend Brian's and hit the Hukah while playing Mario Cart. So that was all in good fun.
I came home to not good fun, when one of my roommates was having some troubles, so we talked to her for a while, and I think things are better now. Then Lauren and I got ready, sipped on some margs and went to City Park and Mulberry (say in New York accent) after a few games of flip cup at the neighbor's.
We had a jovial time at the grand party where we were once again reunited with the booze tour crew from last weekend. There we took 1 million pictures, danced on the table and shared bundles of laughter... I am starting to sound a little creepy. NONETHELESS! I shall continue.
After that we hoofed it to our dear friend Ashley's, and on the way had a little chat with the cops. I just told him I had stitches in my heal and sent him on his merry way. After spending some quality time at Ash's, Benjamen drove Lauren, Noel, Moises, and I back to our humble abode where we tried tongue twisters, played Jenga, called some sleeping folk, ate cheez-it's out of ladles, and as always took another 1 million pictures (all the while they were wearing sunglasses). So that was our joyous time. Ben and Mo left soon after where upon Noel and I had a grand sleepover.
We then awoke, went to our favorite eatery, Chipolte, and went to Ben's and hung out for a while. Then Lo and I came back here, then went and ate some wings while watching the superbowl and then I cleaned like a madwoman. So that has been my weekend, like it or not I had a grand time. That made no sense. OK moving on...
So as I sort of promised I want to write a little bit about what I wrote the other day on me, so here's a paragraph or two.
"I always want to ride my bike, but when I'm riding uphill I wonder why I wanted to do it so badly. I eat too much and read too little and recently I have really had an urge to play tennis. On the other hand it's always windy and I can't stand the wind. I have a list of things I want to do before I die and I hope to accomplish all of them. I usually have a three sequence sneeze in which the last one is longer than the first two. I love cuddling, and usually close contact makes me feel safe. I lie in bed many nights wishing I had someone to hold me, yet I am afraid of committment and feeling too much. I'm concerned about the world, but not as much as I should be. Poltics bore me almost as much as math confuses me. I am amazed by the way people act towards others, and I enjoy people watching. Gossip is a waste of time, but I don't know anyone, besides my grandma, who doesn't do it. I like butterflies and lady bugs, but I hate earwigs. For some reason, I have trouble killing spiders so I usually let them sit on my wall and I give them a name.
I don't have enough attention span or patience to carve a pumpkin, but I could sit and write for hours. Reading invigorates me, yet I have to be motivated to do it. I like snow but I believe it belongs in the mountians. I usually wish I had more money just so I could ski and travel more. I am extremely sheltered and probably have too much faith in others. I will always have hope for people, giving up is not something to be taken lightly. I adore puppies, and I have fallen in love with the beach. I wish I could surf and play guitar, but I don't know if I would have the patience to learn. I love working with kids, but sometimes I am too much of a softie. I feel overwhelmed when I am looking for good quotes or when I need to what to do at the rec center. I would rather lift weights than jog, and I would rather drink than smoke. I haven't been proud of myself in a few months now, but I try to improve my attitude whenever I think about it..."
So there's the bit for today. Now that I have talked to good old Alex and written in here, I am dead meat for my paper due tomorrow. Uh o. I'm gonna go work on that. But there are a ton of picts from this weekend below...so as always, enjoy!
HASTA
Well as the pictures show I had a fantastic weekend full of friends, brews and laughter...?
Friday was a relaxing night in with a few friends and the roomies just playing some games and sipping on some of Dave's tasty drinks.
Saturday I went out with my grand buddy Kristin to Whole Foods where we dined with the most excellent sandwiches of all time. Then we went to her friend Brian's and hit the Hukah while playing Mario Cart. So that was all in good fun.
I came home to not good fun, when one of my roommates was having some troubles, so we talked to her for a while, and I think things are better now. Then Lauren and I got ready, sipped on some margs and went to City Park and Mulberry (say in New York accent) after a few games of flip cup at the neighbor's.
We had a jovial time at the grand party where we were once again reunited with the booze tour crew from last weekend. There we took 1 million pictures, danced on the table and shared bundles of laughter... I am starting to sound a little creepy. NONETHELESS! I shall continue.
After that we hoofed it to our dear friend Ashley's, and on the way had a little chat with the cops. I just told him I had stitches in my heal and sent him on his merry way. After spending some quality time at Ash's, Benjamen drove Lauren, Noel, Moises, and I back to our humble abode where we tried tongue twisters, played Jenga, called some sleeping folk, ate cheez-it's out of ladles, and as always took another 1 million pictures (all the while they were wearing sunglasses). So that was our joyous time. Ben and Mo left soon after where upon Noel and I had a grand sleepover.
We then awoke, went to our favorite eatery, Chipolte, and went to Ben's and hung out for a while. Then Lo and I came back here, then went and ate some wings while watching the superbowl and then I cleaned like a madwoman. So that has been my weekend, like it or not I had a grand time. That made no sense. OK moving on...
So as I sort of promised I want to write a little bit about what I wrote the other day on me, so here's a paragraph or two.
"I always want to ride my bike, but when I'm riding uphill I wonder why I wanted to do it so badly. I eat too much and read too little and recently I have really had an urge to play tennis. On the other hand it's always windy and I can't stand the wind. I have a list of things I want to do before I die and I hope to accomplish all of them. I usually have a three sequence sneeze in which the last one is longer than the first two. I love cuddling, and usually close contact makes me feel safe. I lie in bed many nights wishing I had someone to hold me, yet I am afraid of committment and feeling too much. I'm concerned about the world, but not as much as I should be. Poltics bore me almost as much as math confuses me. I am amazed by the way people act towards others, and I enjoy people watching. Gossip is a waste of time, but I don't know anyone, besides my grandma, who doesn't do it. I like butterflies and lady bugs, but I hate earwigs. For some reason, I have trouble killing spiders so I usually let them sit on my wall and I give them a name.
I don't have enough attention span or patience to carve a pumpkin, but I could sit and write for hours. Reading invigorates me, yet I have to be motivated to do it. I like snow but I believe it belongs in the mountians. I usually wish I had more money just so I could ski and travel more. I am extremely sheltered and probably have too much faith in others. I will always have hope for people, giving up is not something to be taken lightly. I adore puppies, and I have fallen in love with the beach. I wish I could surf and play guitar, but I don't know if I would have the patience to learn. I love working with kids, but sometimes I am too much of a softie. I feel overwhelmed when I am looking for good quotes or when I need to what to do at the rec center. I would rather lift weights than jog, and I would rather drink than smoke. I haven't been proud of myself in a few months now, but I try to improve my attitude whenever I think about it..."
So there's the bit for today. Now that I have talked to good old Alex and written in here, I am dead meat for my paper due tomorrow. Uh o. I'm gonna go work on that. But there are a ton of picts from this weekend below...so as always, enjoy!
HASTA
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