Friday was a good day...even with all of its crap.
I woke up at 8 AM (miraculous, but true nonetheless)
I was able to take as much control as possible of a situation that was bothering me, and now I don't feel helpless (although the outcome does not really make me happy...at all...a little tiffed actually)
I went to the store with my roommate, Playa, because she needed to buy groceries (I love doing that, best thing ever)
Other roommate, Spark, made dinner for everyone from some of the groceries purchased on previously stated trip for that reason (deliciousness, not to mention free)
I got to work for two hours today (pretty much made the whole day...and week. It feels so good to go to work. Ahh! Heehee, I am so happy...still grinning about it)
Watched "7 Pounds" (really good movie, but still not so sure why it is titled as such...some research is in order)
Over all, a very good Friday.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
This is what happens at mid-night
Last night I was thinking (I do this quite often and very effectively, so please keep cheeky comments to yourself) and one thought struck me as particularly interesting.
People synchronize themselves with the other people they come in contact with. The way they talk or move. Phrases they use. Hand gestures, sitting posture. Any number of things.
Have you ever noticed that when two people are in a deep conversation with each other, they start to move the same way at around the same time. One takes a drink of water, and the other one (unknowingly) takes one as well. Legs cross and uncross together. Hands start to do the same actions. Facial expressions become similar. I noticed that I have even started blinking like the other person.
What about Super Heroes and their Arch-nemesi?
People synchronize themselves with the other people they come in contact with. The way they talk or move. Phrases they use. Hand gestures, sitting posture. Any number of things.
Have you ever noticed that when two people are in a deep conversation with each other, they start to move the same way at around the same time. One takes a drink of water, and the other one (unknowingly) takes one as well. Legs cross and uncross together. Hands start to do the same actions. Facial expressions become similar. I noticed that I have even started blinking like the other person.
What about Super Heroes and their Arch-nemesi?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
That's what you think
Sometimes, I think people take what I say too seriously.
Truthfully, half of my conversations are there purely for entertainment purposes. If I am not interested in what is being said, I say something that makes it interesting to me.
Not to mention, most of my ideas are half-baked. I think they are interesting, but further analysis proves them to have a million holes in the logic. It is all a game to see how convincing I can be while making things up off the top of my head.
The key is starting with a real hypothesis. Then I take it as far as possible until it becomes to ludicrous to even debate believing. Of course, I never let it get quite that far. As it turns out, my random trains of thought tend to be taken as what I truly think. It is an exercise for my wit, and I have no idea when I stated doing it.
This entry has been just that. I took an idea that popped into my head, and tried to make it sound convincing. So what can you believe when you read what I write? Basically, only the main idea. All of the supporting ideas and some of the examples are exaggerations. My writing is entertaining, that is all. Well, not all of it. Some of it is true, I can tell which is which, but maybe you can't. That is alright with me though, because truthfully, I write this blog just for me. I try to be entertaining so others have fun reading it, but I really only write it to get some ideas and feelings out.
Hmm, I was just figured it out. I write for one reason: to entertain myself. Not to get ideas and feelings out, I can talk about those. No, I write so I can be entertained by my own writings. Haha, that's funny. I never knew that.
Truthfully, half of my conversations are there purely for entertainment purposes. If I am not interested in what is being said, I say something that makes it interesting to me.
Not to mention, most of my ideas are half-baked. I think they are interesting, but further analysis proves them to have a million holes in the logic. It is all a game to see how convincing I can be while making things up off the top of my head.
The key is starting with a real hypothesis. Then I take it as far as possible until it becomes to ludicrous to even debate believing. Of course, I never let it get quite that far. As it turns out, my random trains of thought tend to be taken as what I truly think. It is an exercise for my wit, and I have no idea when I stated doing it.
This entry has been just that. I took an idea that popped into my head, and tried to make it sound convincing. So what can you believe when you read what I write? Basically, only the main idea. All of the supporting ideas and some of the examples are exaggerations. My writing is entertaining, that is all. Well, not all of it. Some of it is true, I can tell which is which, but maybe you can't. That is alright with me though, because truthfully, I write this blog just for me. I try to be entertaining so others have fun reading it, but I really only write it to get some ideas and feelings out.
Hmm, I was just figured it out. I write for one reason: to entertain myself. Not to get ideas and feelings out, I can talk about those. No, I write so I can be entertained by my own writings. Haha, that's funny. I never knew that.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Trials
It doesn't rain, it pours. But, that is ok, we need the rain...errr, the pouring.
This goes both ways. Blessings pour out on us as well as the trials. Oh wait! They both can be considered blessings. Trials are blessings, but in a horrid, terrible, disgusting Halloween costume. Take off the outer layer and you have growth and strength waiting for you.
My life for the past few weeks has been a lot of trials, one right after the other. Not really though, they tend to just build on each other and not go away. Let me rephrase- my life for the past few weeks has been one huge trial that has been growing exponentially (as in- 2 to the 2nd power is 4, and 4 to the 2nd power is 16, etc.).
The only thing that is getting me through this is the hope for a brighter tomorrow and the love I know my Savior and my Heavenly Father have for me. Sometimes I forget how much I am loved, and then I receive a much needed blessing of comfort from my home teachers, and I remember and feel it again.
The Atonement is amazing. How can I even explain how it has helped in my life? Every time I try to explain it, I become tongue-tied. Uh, it is frustrating not being able to put into words what I feel and know. I just have to rely on the Spirit to get the message of love and understanding across. How pure and true the love of our Savior and our God is. How we are each valued so highly, each so precious in Their eyes. They ache for us more than we can ever ache for anything. It is so infinite. Jesus Christ took our sins upon Himself. He knows perfectly everything that we go through. Feels every pain and every joy we experience. He knows us better than we know ourselves. He is the only way for us to return to our Father. The Father let Him suffer for our sake. He let Christ, His most beloved, come down and die for us.
How can we repay Him? We can't, but we can use the Atonement. By using it and returning to out Heavenly Father, we fulfill our end. Our agency, the only thing we can call our own, is the only thing that we can give back to our Heavenly Father. We make His will ours, and nothing can stop us. Trials become a stepping stone for our eternal progression and we conquer all, but only if we trust in the Lord completely.
This goes both ways. Blessings pour out on us as well as the trials. Oh wait! They both can be considered blessings. Trials are blessings, but in a horrid, terrible, disgusting Halloween costume. Take off the outer layer and you have growth and strength waiting for you.
My life for the past few weeks has been a lot of trials, one right after the other. Not really though, they tend to just build on each other and not go away. Let me rephrase- my life for the past few weeks has been one huge trial that has been growing exponentially (as in- 2 to the 2nd power is 4, and 4 to the 2nd power is 16, etc.).
The only thing that is getting me through this is the hope for a brighter tomorrow and the love I know my Savior and my Heavenly Father have for me. Sometimes I forget how much I am loved, and then I receive a much needed blessing of comfort from my home teachers, and I remember and feel it again.
The Atonement is amazing. How can I even explain how it has helped in my life? Every time I try to explain it, I become tongue-tied. Uh, it is frustrating not being able to put into words what I feel and know. I just have to rely on the Spirit to get the message of love and understanding across. How pure and true the love of our Savior and our God is. How we are each valued so highly, each so precious in Their eyes. They ache for us more than we can ever ache for anything. It is so infinite. Jesus Christ took our sins upon Himself. He knows perfectly everything that we go through. Feels every pain and every joy we experience. He knows us better than we know ourselves. He is the only way for us to return to our Father. The Father let Him suffer for our sake. He let Christ, His most beloved, come down and die for us.
How can we repay Him? We can't, but we can use the Atonement. By using it and returning to out Heavenly Father, we fulfill our end. Our agency, the only thing we can call our own, is the only thing that we can give back to our Heavenly Father. We make His will ours, and nothing can stop us. Trials become a stepping stone for our eternal progression and we conquer all, but only if we trust in the Lord completely.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Logically Emotional
It is rather interesting how I deal with situations. Well, any girl for that matter.
When my feelings get hurt for some really retarded reason, I am all too aware that the reason is retarded. I know logically what is happening and that it is silly, but emotionally, I can't stop being upset.
Have you ever tried being two people at the same time? If so, please seek help. In all seriousness, being a girl with hurt feelings is probably the closest anyone is going to come to that experience.
One me knows that it is silly. The other me screams "SHUT-UP!!!!", hates that first me for pointing it out, and holds on all the stronger to the irrational emotion. Civil war ensues.
Eventually the logic wins, but just like the North against the South, it is a miracle.
A common conversation between two friends: one has hurt feelings, and the other is the lucky duck who gets to listen (you know who you are).
Hurt Girl- "I hate so-and-so! I can't believe she/he did that! Worst thing in the world!"
Lucky Duck- nods head in agreement
HG- "I know it isn't that big a deal."
LD- nods in agreement with that phrase as well
HG- "But, oh how I want to just pound so-and-so into the pavement."
LD- again, nods head
HG- "I know I won't feel this way forever and I am going to be so embarrassed and ashamed with myself when I get over it, and I feel really bad about talking so meanly, but I really hate so-and-so, and she/he is a jerk."
LD- "I know."
Females are torn creatures. I do not know how we deal with it, but we do. I suppose that is why we are so interesting to the male part of the species...or why we are so confusing and frustrating (but I like to look on the positive side).
When my feelings get hurt for some really retarded reason, I am all too aware that the reason is retarded. I know logically what is happening and that it is silly, but emotionally, I can't stop being upset.
Have you ever tried being two people at the same time? If so, please seek help. In all seriousness, being a girl with hurt feelings is probably the closest anyone is going to come to that experience.
One me knows that it is silly. The other me screams "SHUT-UP!!!!", hates that first me for pointing it out, and holds on all the stronger to the irrational emotion. Civil war ensues.
Eventually the logic wins, but just like the North against the South, it is a miracle.
A common conversation between two friends: one has hurt feelings, and the other is the lucky duck who gets to listen (you know who you are).
Hurt Girl- "I hate so-and-so! I can't believe she/he did that! Worst thing in the world!"
Lucky Duck- nods head in agreement
HG- "I know it isn't that big a deal."
LD- nods in agreement with that phrase as well
HG- "But, oh how I want to just pound so-and-so into the pavement."
LD- again, nods head
HG- "I know I won't feel this way forever and I am going to be so embarrassed and ashamed with myself when I get over it, and I feel really bad about talking so meanly, but I really hate so-and-so, and she/he is a jerk."
LD- "I know."
Females are torn creatures. I do not know how we deal with it, but we do. I suppose that is why we are so interesting to the male part of the species...or why we are so confusing and frustrating (but I like to look on the positive side).
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Scientifc Thinking
I have decided to become a scientist. No, not a mad one...just a little in the left field area.
My experiments are going to be performed on humans. Never fear, human rights activists have nothing on me. Do you want to know why?
Since you are still reading, I take that as a "yes." 1) The people that I am experimenting on do not know that it is happening (if all goes well, will never know). That might not actually help my defense, but I think it is valid. 2) I am experimenting on myself as well. Therefore, my experiment is not cruel (it can't be cruel if no one even knows it is happening and doesn't really affect anyone) nor unusual (because it is happening to me as well as the other members of the test group...not to mention, what I am testing happens all the time in real life).
You must be dying to know what I am experimenting on; alas, it is classified. My FHE brother commented on how a lot of things I do are classified. Yes...yes, they are. But it is only for the benefit of others. I really don't want to have to kill any of you, but a secret must be kept secret.
Warning: my science has an emphasis in Sociology- no one is safe from my experiments.
My experiments are going to be performed on humans. Never fear, human rights activists have nothing on me. Do you want to know why?
Since you are still reading, I take that as a "yes." 1) The people that I am experimenting on do not know that it is happening (if all goes well, will never know). That might not actually help my defense, but I think it is valid. 2) I am experimenting on myself as well. Therefore, my experiment is not cruel (it can't be cruel if no one even knows it is happening and doesn't really affect anyone) nor unusual (because it is happening to me as well as the other members of the test group...not to mention, what I am testing happens all the time in real life).
You must be dying to know what I am experimenting on; alas, it is classified. My FHE brother commented on how a lot of things I do are classified. Yes...yes, they are. But it is only for the benefit of others. I really don't want to have to kill any of you, but a secret must be kept secret.
Warning: my science has an emphasis in Sociology- no one is safe from my experiments.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Curfew
I woke up today at 4:14 AM. The real clincher: I went to bed around 1 AM. I tried to go back to sleep, but to no avail. So it is now 6:25 AM, and I am on the internet because there is nothing else to do.
Well, to use my time wisely, I have decided to rant. And it is mostly going to be about one thing in particular (because tired brains do not do well multitasking), and that is curfew.
I am not ranting about curfew and how I hate it, on the contrary, I love it. I think it is the best thing to happen to a college. No, this is all about people (or persons) who do not view it as important.
To even put in an application, a perspective student has to sign a statement saying that they will obey all the rules that the college has, and that they understand consequences will follow if they are broken.
Harsh? No. It is a small private school that has standards. There are hundreds of people that have to be turned down, and all of those rejected people would be willing to follow the rules that this college has laid down.
This rant is brought on by the fact that I have a roommate that no longer thinks the rules apply to her. She used to. She was really good, and that was before she was even accepted. "Is this (university name withheld) approved?" "Should we be watching this?" "I don't think that this is a good thing" and so forth. But now that she is an accepted student, and that has all gone to pot.
One night her friend was having a really tough night, so we let her be late with that excuse. And then there was another generally excused night when she slept over at a friends house. Once or twice breaking curfew, fine, whatever. But no, it has been every night for the past month, and I do not mean just the past 18 days.
It has gotten to the point where I am about to take things to a higher authority. If she does not quit, I am going to have to tell our manager (landlady). It will be out of my hands, and our landlady can handle it however she feels is necessary.
There is no excuse for what my roommate has been doing; she is not sinning in ignorance. I have told her, and I am going to tell her again (this time with the consequences clearly stated).
She is blessed to be able to attend this university, and if she is not willing to keep to the standards that she said she would, she has no right being here, taking the place of someone who would.
Well, to use my time wisely, I have decided to rant. And it is mostly going to be about one thing in particular (because tired brains do not do well multitasking), and that is curfew.
I am not ranting about curfew and how I hate it, on the contrary, I love it. I think it is the best thing to happen to a college. No, this is all about people (or persons) who do not view it as important.
To even put in an application, a perspective student has to sign a statement saying that they will obey all the rules that the college has, and that they understand consequences will follow if they are broken.
Harsh? No. It is a small private school that has standards. There are hundreds of people that have to be turned down, and all of those rejected people would be willing to follow the rules that this college has laid down.
This rant is brought on by the fact that I have a roommate that no longer thinks the rules apply to her. She used to. She was really good, and that was before she was even accepted. "Is this (university name withheld) approved?" "Should we be watching this?" "I don't think that this is a good thing" and so forth. But now that she is an accepted student, and that has all gone to pot.
One night her friend was having a really tough night, so we let her be late with that excuse. And then there was another generally excused night when she slept over at a friends house. Once or twice breaking curfew, fine, whatever. But no, it has been every night for the past month, and I do not mean just the past 18 days.
It has gotten to the point where I am about to take things to a higher authority. If she does not quit, I am going to have to tell our manager (landlady). It will be out of my hands, and our landlady can handle it however she feels is necessary.
There is no excuse for what my roommate has been doing; she is not sinning in ignorance. I have told her, and I am going to tell her again (this time with the consequences clearly stated).
She is blessed to be able to attend this university, and if she is not willing to keep to the standards that she said she would, she has no right being here, taking the place of someone who would.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Touch
Being held by someone who truly loves you is not a bad thing, you can either "cuddle" or "snuggle." Cuddling is what lovers do; snuggling is what children, siblings, and friends do. Snuggling is pure and full of love; it is the physical human connection that fills the soul with the feelings of protection and comfort. Cuddling is not the same, but it is not inherently evil either. It portrays the need that lovers have for each other to be together. It is only evil when one, or both, members of the cuddling just wants to appease physical cravings.
There is a spiritual aspect of touch, and that is what makes it so crucial to human well-being. Babies need to be held and touched in a loving way for them to be healthy, and the same goes for every age. Children need to know that they are loved, protected, and cared for by a loving hug or a loving pat on the back. Adolescents need to feel wanted and appreciated by others, and can find that either in good ways (hugs, touches, kisses from family and friends) or in a bad ways (sex and "affection" from the opposite gender in a very selfish and inappropriate way). Adults need to feel appreciated as well, but in general, it is to let others know that they are there. Adults give love when others need it (babies, children, adolescents), and that is how they feel loved and needed. A true adult gives to those who need, and that is what makes them adults.
Of course, one cannot always give and never receive, but that is why there are other adults around.
There is a spiritual aspect of touch, and that is what makes it so crucial to human well-being. Babies need to be held and touched in a loving way for them to be healthy, and the same goes for every age. Children need to know that they are loved, protected, and cared for by a loving hug or a loving pat on the back. Adolescents need to feel wanted and appreciated by others, and can find that either in good ways (hugs, touches, kisses from family and friends) or in a bad ways (sex and "affection" from the opposite gender in a very selfish and inappropriate way). Adults need to feel appreciated as well, but in general, it is to let others know that they are there. Adults give love when others need it (babies, children, adolescents), and that is how they feel loved and needed. A true adult gives to those who need, and that is what makes them adults.
Of course, one cannot always give and never receive, but that is why there are other adults around.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Scheduling...not really working
Having a job is really nice- it let's me pay for my housing, food, the building of God's kingdom, entertainment, and other nice necessities. The only problem in having a job is making sure that my job has work for me. It is a little ironic having a job but not having any work. I suppose it happens all the time in some areas of employment, but at least that person gets paid to do nothing. Not in my case, when there is no work, I get sent home...or I don't get to go to work at all. But don't fall into the trap of thinking it is just me, no, it is everyone at my employment who has to deal with this same...stuff.
The part of it that really annoys me is that I did not make any plans for socializing because I thought I was going to be at work. Alas, everyone else is at school or work, and so I am left to revel with myself (aka- be on the computer). Do not think of me as lame, I do not usually waste time on my computer if I can help it. As stated, it is a waste of time, but sometimes, I feel like there is nothing else to do. In truth, it is a sad time when Judes has to turn to her computer for entertainment.
The part of it that really annoys me is that I did not make any plans for socializing because I thought I was going to be at work. Alas, everyone else is at school or work, and so I am left to revel with myself (aka- be on the computer). Do not think of me as lame, I do not usually waste time on my computer if I can help it. As stated, it is a waste of time, but sometimes, I feel like there is nothing else to do. In truth, it is a sad time when Judes has to turn to her computer for entertainment.