Slingshot boomerangs

Feeling invigorated by the scent of spring in the air....

Tell tale moment:
Young love never dies once you become oldER, does it? Not for me. Although french fries will always be my first love and first word, there's something that pulls you back in your mind to those first tender moments walking home from school. Or when you were note passing in class feeling exhilarated yet completely vulnerable. Where, for a teenager (or preteen) telling someone how you feel literally cripples you until you hear back or get SOME sort of answer to those four words written on that note. Maybe it was the smell of Drakkar noir in the air or your teacher's bad BO...you can't help but remember how crazy in love you were.

What's more shocking?
Years later reconnecting with someone and going through it again. Admitting after so many years that the unrequieted feelings are there. Well, as much as they can be considering a million lifetimes has passed.

Something to ponder as the flowers begin to bloom again and the snow on the tennis courts melts....

Driving at night with my pants securely on

On my way home last night, I was finally able to unwind a little on the long drive home. This is especially true since I not only cross state borders for school but also major radio markets. With that said it's amazing to be inundated with country-like stations (am not insulting the genre just not the music I would turn my dial to first) and then be welcomed to all the stations that I am used to and grew up with. Of course I'm generalizing but it's just to make the point.

In any case, at mile marker 35, after listening to my favorite talk show (name witheld) I came across a string of songs that completely brought me back to a time where I was a freshman in high school or so and I came to the conclusion that I am the rainman of song lyrics. lol. It's a toss up b/w song lyrics or naming actors in movies. I have yet to decide which is beneficial or worse.

Either way, I laughed as I sang all the lyrics and remembered how fun music was. It's nothing as it is now. There wasn't "foul language" if you will, in every other phrase, or derogatory comments. It was a simplistic way to say what, how you feel no matter the age. I mean, don't get me wrong, play on words and double entendres exist everywhere, but somewhere this was lost and somehow, we need to find this back. Sooner hopefully rather than later.

I'm not sure what happened to these kids. Hopefully they didn't fall into the spiral of Celebritydom and made lives for themselves.

I mean seriously...how can you not like the words ".....wiggida wiggida wack!"

When eye scratches lead to chips and foot tapping in no particular order

This morning I woke up to yet another eye scratch. I haven't had one in a very long time. I'd spare the details for sake of residual pains but basically it was a few hours of hoping things wouldn't get worse and then gobbing up my eye with ointment cream hoping that I could re-open it and not have a reoccurring tear. By morning, luckily, I was okay but still had a swollen eye and by nights end really wanted to itch my eye all to no end. One day I"m sure I'll give the numerous details describing what that is like but for now, trying to watch the Superbowl with a blurry eye is the worst problem of today.

At least with my good head on this morning, I whipped up food for the game and prepped everything. Veggies, wings and nachos. A perfect balance of healthy and unhealthy, please don't talk to me about sugar/insulin intake. I'll cry.

Missing home and home life comes and goes. Some days are tougher than others. I miss so many things and have identified myself with so many things that at times, introspection makes it difficult to see (or understand, believe) who you are . One thing I constantly revert back to is music. You know, they always say "you walk to the beat of your own drummer" or "music is the sound of feelings" or something like that. Well I've realized that music for me encompasses actions, thoughts, moments, frustrations, FUN, friends, family and everything else in between. I often wish I could plug into a computer and download all the musical-associations (if you will) that I have experienced/made throughout my life and keep them forever.

Since, I am not Neo or Johnny Mnemonic, and don't have a USB port lodged in my skull, I have decided to incorporate music and videos and blog as one.

Therefore, in no order....

I rock out to INXS, it's on the ipod. However, there's something about the careless and free lyrics that brings you to your core of fun. Michael Hutchence was a gift. Also, side note: I would in a hearbeat go to Wimbley for a concert experience just like that. Forget food and beer. It's all about the vibe ppl.

People Lacking People Skills

A simple observation.
I, am of a minority descent. Actually, many individuals are of a minority descent. Therefore, being raised in an environment where it is customary to see many races I was a bit surprised when while checking out at a grocery store, the cashier had initially approached me as unable to understand the spoken word. At first I thought, well, maybe she thinks I'm deaf? Second I thought well, people aren't really chatty at the check out now are they? But finally it dawned on me it was because apparently to her, I was a bit out of sorts and not quite fitting into the "blandness" of the surroundings (if I could be so daft to say!) at this time. To her surprise, I was polite, nice and courteous and she smiled and wished me a nice weekend. To her she was behaving cordially, to me it reminds me just how vast this country is in interactions and "first impressions" if you will. As much as I would like to say that I have never been bothered by this before, it's becoming more and more increasingly obvious that I'm "feeling" this more now that I am removed from where I grew up. Odd, how the world has advanced, yet not so.

Anyone else need my blood?

I finally had the chance to schedule a long awaited blood test for today. I had to fast. I haven't eaten since 945pm last night. I'm starving and I had to sit through a 7 vial draw first. By the 7th one, my left arm was going to be yanked away from the needle because I was literally fighting reflexes. Thank god it was only 7, if it was more, I would have left. No, really. I'm pretty good with all these things but man, it hurt like a mother flipper. The drink can best be related to a super sugary orange koolaid, a drink which I do not drink. I had five minutes. Now, I've drank water, beer and I'm sure another drink within 5 minutes, but having to do this I thought I was going to spew a fluorescent orange drink around the waiting room....just like those old Nickelodeon shows.
Thankfully I had a 2 hour respite in which I could mull over if I was going to be sick and what exactly I was going to do about it. Nice, huh? Time came and went and as I suffered through the afternoon soap operas that were on a tv (like who in the world is watching these things, still?) I finally submitted myself to 2 more draws and happily went on my way back home.

At home I realized how people would sell their blood for cash (eggs/sperm too) and wondered if things got horrifically bad, I could definitely find myself more than willing to do this on a bi-weekly basis. Not.

Appreciation of Robert's Rules

Today was the swearing in of Congress. Now I dare not reveal anything political - yea or nay - good or bad, so don't expect me to slip on anything here, but I will say that I've always had an appreciation for procedure and rules. In high school I was part of a Model Congress club and it was instant love. Aside from the friendships and good experiences I had, I really appreciated how the process worked and what it means. I remember joking often during debates, since I was shy and never really felt that I could speak in front of my peers, I never got up often, however I always was a great behind the scenes person and love parliamentary procedure....I couldn't help myself. I really was paying attention even if I didn't talk much. (I have to get back to this later)

While watching C-Span, yes I like C-Span and have no qualms admitting it when topics of interest come up in Congress, and I did find solace in how we accomplish things and how it's meant to be done in a certain way. Now I know that there are individuals who say, it's unimportant. Or it's not needed, but I say how else are we too be a fully functioning government if we don't have laws or guidelines for us to follow? Don't be ridiculous uninformed people, things have to happen in a certain way or else we'd have a complete mess!

After the swearing in, the day was spent with minute introductions on upcoming bills and proposals that would be coming up to the floor in the upcoming days, etc. More interesting to me, was the fact that all these discussions were being done prior to the reading of the Constitution, which is coming up in a few days.

***unfortunately .....after writing a great post....the site didn't like me and it didn't save....I'm so upset. It was such a great ending to a post. Maybe I'll replicate it but as for right now...I'm going to walk away and not yell at my browser.....*

Where in the world is my pencil?

It's been many a days since I last sat down with keyboard and my thoughts....I had wanted to write, there's been so much going on, but at times, the time just didn't make it possible. I mean, i had to find time to sleep, right?

There's much to record. First, I made the quick, split-second decision to start taking graduate courses in September. As of today, I am not quite sure if that was the best decision for me, but I will say the journey has been ridiculously enlightening. I had to make these whole new group of decisions on my own, with very little input from others for guidance. I didn't like that very much. I realized that I don't have a supportive group around me to bounce ideas off of. It reminds me of being little and having no one to talk to and no one to play with. I usually play off these thoughts and never share with anyone - so no one has a clue. But I always know that I can write them here and at least for a few posts, they'll make sense to me. The classes I chose are the typical introductory classes. Learning of this and foundations of that. What made it challenging was understanding how I can learn and what I need to do to get work done. This, was the biggest obstacle, I feel of them all. Somehow I found myself ::stressing:: out so badly to write my first paper (in years) that I must've stayed up all night feeling inadequate and wondering how I was never taught how to do this and feeling how big of a failure I am for even trying to attempt this huge feat.

Those were pretty low days. Which followed other low days of reading and not understanding what the heck I was reading! Here I'm thinking it's something to do with my un-officially-diagnosed-but-tested-but-not-by-a-psychologist learning disability, luckily for my sanity, it really was the course work. :) Yeah, I felt some huge camaraderie when one day I initiated a conversation with classmates (no one ever talked before class) and turns out the entire class felt more unified in those first few minutes than when we first started! Since then, the camaraderie has turned into commiserating and we all keep our wits about us when we can interject a few quibs here and there or else we all may just go bat crazy.

Months later, I am now finding myself with a mere 3 classes left for the fall semester and wondering how I will ever survive writing 4 1/2 papers before the 20th. I have considered getting a plaque engraved for the desk and chair which I claim at the library a few towns over. They must start feeling sorry for me seeing how they see me so often. I think there may be a "no food" policy, but I broke it when I came in with a huge salad and spread out it's splendor for 5 1/2 hours since I didn't want to leave and lose my spot.

Yes these are the things that I go though. How's your week been, bloggerinos?