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Still at.work poop
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My owl bank. Saving up for French laundry!!
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I just Vacuumed my apartment for the first time ever. I know it sounds disgusting but I’ve been relying on swifter and a cheap broom from daiso for most of my cleaning needs. My apartment is really small so when I was moving my mom suggested I opt out of a vacuum to save space but theb I found this small one, comparable to the swiffer. Now I can have more ppl over without being embarrassed.
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nwm!
even if i did have to hobble my way through the last 4 miles of the run, it was such an awesome race! views were amazing, great support, lots of water/gatorade/random foods to keep you going, and it was so inspiring to see all those people running in memory of someone who has passed away. and i’m so lucky to have this race in my hometown, i just hope i can get in every year!
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“Overindulging kids, with the intention of giving them everything and being loving, but at the expense of their character — that’s huge in our population.” -quoted from NYT article (http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/18/magazine/what-if-the-secret-to-success-is-failure.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1)
sometimes i wonder if i’m a part of that population. i grew up in an extremely sheltered environment, and everything was provided for me. My parents, out of their love for me, gave me everything I wanted. I’ve had so many luxuries, and I’m not just talking about tangible items like money, but things like environments extremely conducive to studying, not having to worry about anything else other than focusing on studying, etc. i always ask myself, if i didn’t have these luxuries, would i be where i am now? or would i be stronger? i feel like i’m really wary and reluctant to get outside my comfort zone because i’m really skeptical/unsure about what it’s like to be outside my comfort zone, and maybe that precludes me from really reaching my full/maximum potential. and it’s because i’ve never had any substantial experience with failing, and learning to pick myself up, that i don’t know if i COULD bounce back from failure, so i just stray away from anything unknown/outside my comfort zone. poop.
all in all, an interesting article about how people succeed through learning to pick themselves up after failure, and how schools are experimenting with grade reports that not only rate a student’s academic performance, but their character as well.
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yay wedding!
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sometimes you love, sometimes you learn, and sometimes you move on
– quote from the movie prime, starring uma thurman and meryl streep. a much more touching movie than i thought. -
To live content with small means;
– william henry channing
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion;
to be worthy, not respectable;
and wealthy, not rich;
to study hard, think
quietly, talk gently, act frankly…
to listen to stars and buds,
to babes and sages, with open heart;
await occasions, hurry never…
this is my symphony. -
need some colbie
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Old FB Note #5
i’m minding my own business, listening to my big-ass zune mp3 player, when this rather ragged-looking lady asks, “miss, do you have a cell phone i can borrow?”
except the way i wrote it sounds like she was really polite or something, but no, it most certainly was not like that. just imagine it ghetto’d up a bit, and not as polite.
now, judging by appearances seems rather superficial, but she was slightly lacking in the hygiene department. i reluctantly slowly took out my cell phone and let her use it. when she gave it back, i saw that pamela had written me a text, to which i responded to. as i was typing, she’s like talking to herself. she seems kind of pissed but i don’t really feel like looking up, lest she feel the need to start a conversation, so i try to look like i’m REALLY engaged in responding to pam’s text. unfortunately, she asked to use my cell phone again. shuddering at the thought of even MORE germs sullying my cell phone, i once again handed it over. this time, she leaves a voicemail filled with bleepers here and bleepers there, and she’s getting pretty passionate, yenno. and to top it all off, she talks with her mouth directly facing my cell phone and i can just imagine all her gross saliva getting on my phone. when she ends the call obviously there was some of her bodily fluid on my phone because she used her already dirty sweater to wipe off the surface of my phone. then she hands it back to me. what a lov-er-ly feeling. NOT.
WHY ME?
later i told my mom and she was like, “you have to be careful. people use other ppl’s phones to commit crimes now.” thanks. that made me feel so much better.
so i now have learned my lesson. if you look scary, and ask to borrow my cell, i have decided to just say “sorry, it’s out of battery.” i think that’s a pretty safe excuse, don’t you?
