She Wants to Be A Hippie

she wants to be a hippie
with her long brown hair
nomad ways and style with a flare
dancing around like she just ain't sure
she wants to be a hippie
and i wanna be her

(Prolly really boring) My Day In A Nutshell

Tuesdays rock. Today was overall quite a good day. I woke up (officially, that is, as in got out my bed...) a mere 40 minutes before class, less 10 minutes commute. Class was okay, nothing too exciting. Got out early, which was nice. Not long after I got home, I hit up the grocery store to buy fruit for my masterpiece: Fruit Pizza! Haha, next time, I think i'll try to be more artistic with it.

I took the dog for our usual walk, just a bit shorter than normal because I had to finish the pizza-prep. Small group was fun, Shayne came along! He's so darn cute, just love him! Small group was awesome, as usual. Stopped by to see Carrie briefly. Talked while sitting on my car, haha. Got home finally, and took the dog out for her night-potty-walk. I cleverly named them "potty-walks". Then, I talked on the phone with my mom for 45 minutes about everything and nothing. I miss her. I want a hug right now :(

So that is my day in a nutshell. Not all that exciting, and I have no clue why I just did this. I felt like it. So that's that. Happy Tuesday everybody!!

I am afraid of flying

I have been keeping my eye on flights, for Paris, finding out the best sites and dates to leave, trying to figure out what time I want to arrive and all that jazz. Every time I do it, I get really excited thinking about how I really want to go to Paris! It's really gonna happen (provided normandale gets me my freaking transcript EVER...).

Then, I'm searching flights, and I see the kind of planes I'd be flying on...757...I am really freaked out by planes. I can't wrap my head around something that big floating on wind. Totally psychs me out!! Haha, I am going to have to suffer though, for the sake of Paris.

J'ai peur des avions et je vais manquer ma chienne!

A Question I Cannot Answer

Why do stereotypes bother me so much? - I don't know. It's the notion that people think that people are all the same; that they're not individuals. Yet, I also hate being told I am the exception to the stereotype, even though it could well be put upon me, all the while it recklessly wages on "inspite of me". I guess I just hate stereotypes, which is rather hypocritical of me, because I know I can be found using them. They're not accurate. There's no way that a list of qualities (or flaws) can perfectly fit someone simply because of one aspect of their life.

It bothers me because if I find that a stereotype is cast on me, I try to live my life differently; I try to escape its wrath. I've never been one of those people that clings loudly to my uniqueness (or at least, I don't think so...), or tried outlandishly to be obviously different. I don't like that something like that gets to me. I don't like that the only way to escape them is for one to prove their self. I guess that is within our nature, (not to excuse it) that we expect people to prove themselves. Yet no one likes someone who is constantly trying to prove their self. I hate being forced to prove myself, I've never liked it because I don't believe I have to prove anything to anyone. Having to prove one's self, means living up to someone else's expectations. Why should someone be forced to change to fit another's expectations? Particularly, when they are not involved in each other's lives, to a point that the person they are is not enough?

I don't like stereotypes (but who does, really...) because I feel like they trap people; they put them in a box. They make people out to be different than they are, without bothering to truly get to know them. They are a useless tool of fear because we as humans want things to be our way, and everyone to be like us...and yet we want to be different. We intend to constantly point out differences amongst people. We want to highlight how they are not like us, but then we are offended when the world notices that we are different. It is a constant, vicious cycle that if you stop to try to pull it apart, it's like untangling a tiny, delicate necklace.

Stereotypes enable fear and ignorance, because we do not bother to understand someone that is different from us. We do not believe in individuality, and yet we do so strongly.

So which do we say it is?

Paper Marathon

I would really enjoy a trip to the chiropractor. My back would really enjoy a trip to the chiropractor, but alas, I am too poor. I am but a lowly college student, sans job.

I am currently avoiding homework. Shocker! I do so much better under pressure when it comes to writing papers. It's the truth. With this though, I've been thinking about it for a while, which is good. It's the proposal for my final project, so although I haven't written the paper (1-2 pages) yet, I have been thinking about the project. I kind of work better that way, I guess. I prefer to do a paper all in one sitting, and then edit a bunch. I don't like to put my thoughts on hold to come back later. It's always failed me in the past; I'll come back and not have a clue what I was doing. I like marathoning it.

Off to do yet another!

Title-less...cause i'm hyper/tired

I learned two things about my dog this week:

1. She is afraid of accordions.
2. She apparently loves sour patch kids. She begs like nobody's business when they are around. Made the most depressed face I've ever seen on a dog. But she gave up quickly.

I am SO excited it's the weekend!!!! I have got some awesome plans. I will have been at some sort of church function a good amount of times this week. 4 to be exact. 3 the week before. It is nice. I like church stuff. I've missed being involved in a church! One of these lovely things I will be going to tomorrow night is Open Mic night! I have been wanting to check this out because if it's not too intimidating I might read some poetry next time. I don't know what I have that I'm proud of enough, that's not too dark, or too weirdly romantic or bitter to read at church...lol, but uh, hey I could scrounge up something.

Then I might get to hang out with Tasha, my beautiful sister-in-law. Possibly a sleep over, but at least promising for a good manicure and girl chat! Then saturday night, Sara is coming over and we are having our second sleep over of the school year! Sadly, our schedules are hectic, so it's only the second. But this also promises to be a blast. Can't go wrong, and maybe i'll get her caffeinated! Muahahaha!

So I just have to survive tomorrow and...I'M HOME FREE! Yippy! Hopefully the pop, candy, coffee, and justin timberlake i've absorbed tonight won't leave me feeling crappy tomorrow (seeing as it's made me feel a little giddy). Toodles!

Kind Of Mellow Day

It has been a nice day. I biked to class, despite attempting to take the bus...as is usual lately. My first class got out 15 minutes early, so I had a half hour to kill. It was GORGEOUS! out today, so I decided a little stroll over to coffman might be plausible. I went and got some Jamba, and then I decided I wanted to be a cool college student and hang out on the lawn. So I did.

Got home after class, chilled out a bit. Did some dishes. Took the dog on her afternoon poo-stroll. Then I headed over to the protest to act as a journalist. I haven't written anything yet, or uploaded pictures but I think more of an idea of what I want to say will come together when I look at them. I took 260 pictures. I was mad at myself for not bringing another card, because I kept having to delete other stuff. At any rate, I didn't feel like a big deal because I was just working my way through the crowd photographing, and every once in a while typing a worthy quote into my phone.

As I was driving home, the sky and sunset were so beautiful I was hankering for more photographing! But I knew I would settle for a nice night walk with the dog. We went down towards the stone arch, just cause I am so MADLY in love with a twilight sky that I had to see the cityscape. I was enthralled by the beauty, as I usually am, so then I decided heck, let's go on the bridge. We did, and there was someone maybe a quarter of the way down playing the accordion.

It was hysterical; the closer we got, the more antsy Roxi got. She was totally freaked out by the accordionist! I mean, not so much by him but the accordion. It was so weird, for a dog who's not afraid of almost anything to be afraid of an instrument...it was so amusing. She walked on the total opposite side of the bridge, and even stopped cold to bark at him. Poor guy, probably didn't know what her deal was. It pretty much made my day. That and "bah-humbug".

And now, for the conclusion, I will watch "Seven Pounds", and leave some of my homework for tomorrow. Cheerio!