Every year up at the Y, these people put on a handicapped accessibility awareness thing. They have you do a little activity (like ride around in a wheel chair, or walk around with crutches) and after you complete it you get a cool t-shirt! I've wanted to do it each year, but have always opted out, saying I'm too busy.
But it's something deeper than that. I don't meant to impugn the troubles of others by faking to go through what they do for just one day. I do my best to have empathy in other ways, like opening doors for them, or giving them rides if I had a car/capabilities, etc.
However, it turns out I get to have empathy in another way. I noted today as I limped around campus with a bruised food (I'm still not used to my cleats for soccer and when I kicked the ground with them, the ground kicked back) just how much stairs suck. Also slight inclines. Also, seating arrangements for people with long legs. Complaining aside, I just wanted to note that the accessibility activity for the t-shirt was last week and my 'injury' is this week. The irony amuses me. I kinda want to pick up a pair of crutches just for the novelty!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Mrs. Brightside
If you're wondering how I'm doing right now, I'm eating Yogurt with a butter knife. I'm trying to conserve on spoon usage? And yes, I am weird, but not THAT weird. This weekend has been further away from awesome on the scale of how amazing a weekend could be. However, as always, I refuse to let bad things bring a disheartening shade to the color of my life.
My kitchen sink isn't working. We told ye olde landlord (it's talk like a pirate day, arrr!) that it t'wasn't working and he put a sign on it for three days saying not to use it and let the water drain. But when I had three days worth of three girls cereal-milk-filled bowls on the counters of our rather small kitchen, I decided I could no longer turn a blind eye. So I called him again and he tried to fix it (good sport, it was nasty) but in the end we have to call a plumber tomorrow. I took all my dishes over yesterday, with the help of my ever so wonderful roommate, to the neighbors house and did them there. (Hence me eating with a knife because I don't want to run out of clean spoons when I can get creative in my yogurt eating ways.) (Imagine: "Hey neighbor, random request, can I use you're sink to wash my dishes? Thanks!")
But I would not have my kitchen troubles end there, no! When I got home Friday afternoon, I thought it would be a good idea to boil some water for cider to combat my new-est illness. Yes, I woke up Friday morning and I was barely able to breath and had a fever by the end of the day. It makes for a fun Friday to say the least. Back to the boiling water. Turns out I turned on the wrong burner and took to incinerating a plastic spatula that was laying innocently on the stove. Note to self: I owe my roommate a new spatula. So I spent the afternoon combating sickness and poisonous gases and the fear that if I fell asleep for a nap, that I would not wake up. Instead, when my doctor tells me that I have lung cancer from inhaling toxic fumes I'll have the witty comeback of "From what doctor? L.A. fumes, Asbestos, or a plastic spatula?"
I forgot about water on the stove on three more occasions for the rest of the weekend. I now set a timer to anything I put on the stove and am considering investing in a tea kettle that whistles at me.
My Saturday was eventful. I don't do hw when I'm sick, and in college that puts you behind. Very behind. With that stress in mind, I set down to play the original Spyro game. Now keep in mind, most video games are designed to give a player an average time of 40+ hours of game play in order to beat it 100%. Also keep in mind that I promised my father that I would not bring video games with me to college. That being said, I am proud to say I not only beat the Spyro game start to finish in a 10 hour period (10 a.m. to 8 p.m.) but I also got it to 95% completion without saving it once!
Sunday was uneventful. I was planning on doing hw since I had hoped my head would've cleared up by today, but I was wrong. So now I have to look forward to racing to do all my hw, hoping I don't have a quiz in one of my classes, and getting over the last stages of an illness that left me on my couch for three days.
No, my life isn't as bad as it could be. That is why tomorrow I will do my hw quite well because I'm actually pretty good at math, take that quiz if it comes without a shade of fear, and drink lots of hot water mixed with honey and lemon juice (being one of the tastiest things in the world) to overcome the last trickles of my illness. I'm feeling worlds better (seeing as I can breath and don't have a fever), I'll have a skip in my step as I treat myself to new music, and I'll probably do something amazing tomorrow to compensate for being a bump on a log for the whole weekend.
So there life. Take you're misery-inducing experiences and know that I'm making them happy ones. And I always will. :P
Life: "You'll regret that emoticon."
Me: "I know!"
Life: "Well! Now you'll REALLY regret it."
p.s. Google "eating yogurt with a butter knife" and look at the images results. It's funny. Especially page 5 as it comes up with a picture of the cast of Baywatch.
My kitchen sink isn't working. We told ye olde landlord (it's talk like a pirate day, arrr!) that it t'wasn't working and he put a sign on it for three days saying not to use it and let the water drain. But when I had three days worth of three girls cereal-milk-filled bowls on the counters of our rather small kitchen, I decided I could no longer turn a blind eye. So I called him again and he tried to fix it (good sport, it was nasty) but in the end we have to call a plumber tomorrow. I took all my dishes over yesterday, with the help of my ever so wonderful roommate, to the neighbors house and did them there. (Hence me eating with a knife because I don't want to run out of clean spoons when I can get creative in my yogurt eating ways.) (Imagine: "Hey neighbor, random request, can I use you're sink to wash my dishes? Thanks!")
But I would not have my kitchen troubles end there, no! When I got home Friday afternoon, I thought it would be a good idea to boil some water for cider to combat my new-est illness. Yes, I woke up Friday morning and I was barely able to breath and had a fever by the end of the day. It makes for a fun Friday to say the least. Back to the boiling water. Turns out I turned on the wrong burner and took to incinerating a plastic spatula that was laying innocently on the stove. Note to self: I owe my roommate a new spatula. So I spent the afternoon combating sickness and poisonous gases and the fear that if I fell asleep for a nap, that I would not wake up. Instead, when my doctor tells me that I have lung cancer from inhaling toxic fumes I'll have the witty comeback of "From what doctor? L.A. fumes, Asbestos, or a plastic spatula?"
I forgot about water on the stove on three more occasions for the rest of the weekend. I now set a timer to anything I put on the stove and am considering investing in a tea kettle that whistles at me.
My Saturday was eventful. I don't do hw when I'm sick, and in college that puts you behind. Very behind. With that stress in mind, I set down to play the original Spyro game. Now keep in mind, most video games are designed to give a player an average time of 40+ hours of game play in order to beat it 100%. Also keep in mind that I promised my father that I would not bring video games with me to college. That being said, I am proud to say I not only beat the Spyro game start to finish in a 10 hour period (10 a.m. to 8 p.m.) but I also got it to 95% completion without saving it once!
Sunday was uneventful. I was planning on doing hw since I had hoped my head would've cleared up by today, but I was wrong. So now I have to look forward to racing to do all my hw, hoping I don't have a quiz in one of my classes, and getting over the last stages of an illness that left me on my couch for three days.
No, my life isn't as bad as it could be. That is why tomorrow I will do my hw quite well because I'm actually pretty good at math, take that quiz if it comes without a shade of fear, and drink lots of hot water mixed with honey and lemon juice (being one of the tastiest things in the world) to overcome the last trickles of my illness. I'm feeling worlds better (seeing as I can breath and don't have a fever), I'll have a skip in my step as I treat myself to new music, and I'll probably do something amazing tomorrow to compensate for being a bump on a log for the whole weekend.
So there life. Take you're misery-inducing experiences and know that I'm making them happy ones. And I always will. :P
Life: "You'll regret that emoticon."
Me: "I know!"
Life: "Well! Now you'll REALLY regret it."
p.s. Google "eating yogurt with a butter knife" and look at the images results. It's funny. Especially page 5 as it comes up with a picture of the cast of Baywatch.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Ten Things I Love About Me
a. I LOVE Divine Comedy. They often fit my humor perfectly. However, that is not the main reason that I love them. They remind me of better times, times that I cherish, times that will never come again. I think I'm also trying to not love them so much as I used to. A person gave their testimony to me recently that He tried his best not to always be giving stories about his mission because then you're always depending on your mission for stories instead of creating new ones. I'm not saying I'm going to start liking Humor U over Divine Comedy anywhere in the future, but I do want to know if there's more humor out there. And there is. And I'll find it!
b. Anyone who truly knows me well can determine when I'm being sarcastic and when I'm not. I LOVE sarcasm. The majority of the sentences that come out of my mouth I have shaped specifically to mean the opposite of what I'm saying. But I never mean to be mean? It has to do with me loving to make fun of things that I view as ridiculous...see I.
c. There are few things in this world that give me greater happiness than leaving it for another one. By that I mean that I love Science Fiction/fantasy and the escape they provide. To illustrate, when I read books I have an average rate of reading 30 pages per hour (unless it's academic, in which it's 10 pages an hour) but when I read a sci-fi book I like it's about 40 pages an hour. I've gotten better at not loosing myself completely in works of fiction...but not by much.
d. I have a flashdrive who was named "Freedom" when I bought it. Sure there are probably a million out there named Freedom, but I prefer to think it poignant for my life, see K.
e.Someone playing the Violin is my favorite sound.
f. No matter what mood I'm in, 'Blessed are they that Mourn' by Brahms will always make me feel better.
g. While I am very religious and love the hymns the church provides, my favorite hymn is one taught to me at a music camp. If you want to hear it you can ask me to sing it for you, but you'll have to join in since it's a round.
h. The song Supercalifragilisticexpialadocious from Mary Poppins is the number one song played on my Ipod. I love that it is because I have NOT listened to that song 449 times. It just so happens that I left it on repeat during one night and don't want to delete the tally marks.
i. I live to find things that are ridiculous. It just makes me laugh! And I think it makes most people think of me as immature that I get joy from being ridiculous. Well, jokes on them!
j. I prefer scooters to bikes. They are so much more maneuverable even though they are half as fast.
k. I find symbolism in everything. For example, this morning I woke up at 7:11 with no assistance of an alarm clock. Those two numbers often remind me of God and helped me remember that He is always there for me. But at the same time I take the majority of those symbolisms with a grain of salt because I'm afraid of being wrong/depending the actions of my life on flimsy fantasies of mine based off of my overactive imagination. It's a thin line, needless to say. But I love to walk it :)
b. Anyone who truly knows me well can determine when I'm being sarcastic and when I'm not. I LOVE sarcasm. The majority of the sentences that come out of my mouth I have shaped specifically to mean the opposite of what I'm saying. But I never mean to be mean? It has to do with me loving to make fun of things that I view as ridiculous...see I.
c. There are few things in this world that give me greater happiness than leaving it for another one. By that I mean that I love Science Fiction/fantasy and the escape they provide. To illustrate, when I read books I have an average rate of reading 30 pages per hour (unless it's academic, in which it's 10 pages an hour) but when I read a sci-fi book I like it's about 40 pages an hour. I've gotten better at not loosing myself completely in works of fiction...but not by much.
d. I have a flashdrive who was named "Freedom" when I bought it. Sure there are probably a million out there named Freedom, but I prefer to think it poignant for my life, see K.
e.Someone playing the Violin is my favorite sound.
f. No matter what mood I'm in, 'Blessed are they that Mourn' by Brahms will always make me feel better.
g. While I am very religious and love the hymns the church provides, my favorite hymn is one taught to me at a music camp. If you want to hear it you can ask me to sing it for you, but you'll have to join in since it's a round.
h. The song Supercalifragilisticexpialadocious from Mary Poppins is the number one song played on my Ipod. I love that it is because I have NOT listened to that song 449 times. It just so happens that I left it on repeat during one night and don't want to delete the tally marks.
i. I live to find things that are ridiculous. It just makes me laugh! And I think it makes most people think of me as immature that I get joy from being ridiculous. Well, jokes on them!
j. I prefer scooters to bikes. They are so much more maneuverable even though they are half as fast.
k. I find symbolism in everything. For example, this morning I woke up at 7:11 with no assistance of an alarm clock. Those two numbers often remind me of God and helped me remember that He is always there for me. But at the same time I take the majority of those symbolisms with a grain of salt because I'm afraid of being wrong/depending the actions of my life on flimsy fantasies of mine based off of my overactive imagination. It's a thin line, needless to say. But I love to walk it :)
Monday, August 9, 2010
Quotes
Forewarning, I'm going to write about some pent up thoughts. There's not really a purpose otherwise, so don't expect it.
I've been thinking a lot about quotes lately and their uses. I'll write down inspirational quotes to myself in hopes that I'll stumble upon them later in my life when I need them again (and thanks to a recent class, I even write down my thoughts next to them). I don't take notes at church because I feel that if I ever have to stand up for the gospel, I won't have my church journal there to back me up. I keep a journal, but lately I've felt it's not enough to just list my daily activities. I want to write about how those activities make me feel! What questions I have, what decisions I have made. And when I write them down I want them to be comprehensible so that I'm not just writing them down to become shut up in some journal collecting dust in the drawer under my bed. I want to be quotable, not out of vanity, but out of a hope that what I say and feel can help another person.
But anything I say has been said before. But that doesn't matter! So what if the ideas I have are written down in some other person's musings or other great works. The people I associate with may never find those thoughts! I love opinions! I collect them (which is not the same as agreeing with them, of course).
What do I agree with then? With the array of opinions out there and with so many confronting me...it's hard to decide sometimes. I don't like to fall back on the excuse, "Oh, I have an open mind to anything." No. I have opinions. I allow those opinions to change based on new ideas that are presented to me and I feel that they are worth changing my ideals for. But to allow your opinions to fluctuate whimsically in order to appease other's opinions is not for me. I'll usually respond "I can see where you are coming from." But then I have to think about it more. It's like...my own opinion is at the core and then I allow for branches of unique circumstances to attach themselves to it. I quite relish the challenge of knowing your own opinion and what you want to stand for.
So when people do like my opinions, it's weird. I don't take compliments well. I've had people compliment me on my thoughts or testimony and I try to recieve them graciously. But I never feel like I do. I'm so suspicious of them...So I suppose there's the paradox. I'm trying to get over my suspicions now and I'm trying to share my thoughts more.
Wish me luck I suppose.
I've been thinking a lot about quotes lately and their uses. I'll write down inspirational quotes to myself in hopes that I'll stumble upon them later in my life when I need them again (and thanks to a recent class, I even write down my thoughts next to them). I don't take notes at church because I feel that if I ever have to stand up for the gospel, I won't have my church journal there to back me up. I keep a journal, but lately I've felt it's not enough to just list my daily activities. I want to write about how those activities make me feel! What questions I have, what decisions I have made. And when I write them down I want them to be comprehensible so that I'm not just writing them down to become shut up in some journal collecting dust in the drawer under my bed. I want to be quotable, not out of vanity, but out of a hope that what I say and feel can help another person.
But anything I say has been said before. But that doesn't matter! So what if the ideas I have are written down in some other person's musings or other great works. The people I associate with may never find those thoughts! I love opinions! I collect them (which is not the same as agreeing with them, of course).
What do I agree with then? With the array of opinions out there and with so many confronting me...it's hard to decide sometimes. I don't like to fall back on the excuse, "Oh, I have an open mind to anything." No. I have opinions. I allow those opinions to change based on new ideas that are presented to me and I feel that they are worth changing my ideals for. But to allow your opinions to fluctuate whimsically in order to appease other's opinions is not for me. I'll usually respond "I can see where you are coming from." But then I have to think about it more. It's like...my own opinion is at the core and then I allow for branches of unique circumstances to attach themselves to it. I quite relish the challenge of knowing your own opinion and what you want to stand for.
So when people do like my opinions, it's weird. I don't take compliments well. I've had people compliment me on my thoughts or testimony and I try to recieve them graciously. But I never feel like I do. I'm so suspicious of them...So I suppose there's the paradox. I'm trying to get over my suspicions now and I'm trying to share my thoughts more.
Wish me luck I suppose.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Teh-has part 4
So when I check internet down here in Texas, it's usually for about 10 minutes a day. I'm normally used to being on the computer for at least an hour a day. I've decided this is a good change for me.
I get to play the organ this Sunday in church. It's hard to find time to practice because ever since I've come back to California I've been compensating for my 'vacation' by working my off days. It requires me to be creative with my practice times. I must say I've never labeled myself as someone who would practice the organ until 11:00 at night...it's probably the latest I've ever practiced any instrument. It makes me feel like Quasimodo. One day I'll actually play the carolin (thing that controls the bells in most churches) at Notre Dame and my transformation to the hunchback will become a reality I suppose. Until then, I'll play for Sacrament services as a sub for the organist.
I don't have much else to say than I'm on break right now and really want to get back to reading my book. I've reverted back to my 8th grade days. Any chance I get, I read a book. No movie, video game, or craft project can tempt me. I just read. Even when I'm eating! But not when I'm hanging out with people, that's rude. It's times like these I remember that my math teacher would throw white board markers at me because I'd ignore her in class and read instead. I don't read while I'm selling things at work though...there's a huge sticker ball that we've made that, if thrown, I'm pretty sure is lethal...and I wouldn't want that thrown at me as I read.
I get to play the organ this Sunday in church. It's hard to find time to practice because ever since I've come back to California I've been compensating for my 'vacation' by working my off days. It requires me to be creative with my practice times. I must say I've never labeled myself as someone who would practice the organ until 11:00 at night...it's probably the latest I've ever practiced any instrument. It makes me feel like Quasimodo. One day I'll actually play the carolin (thing that controls the bells in most churches) at Notre Dame and my transformation to the hunchback will become a reality I suppose. Until then, I'll play for Sacrament services as a sub for the organist.
I don't have much else to say than I'm on break right now and really want to get back to reading my book. I've reverted back to my 8th grade days. Any chance I get, I read a book. No movie, video game, or craft project can tempt me. I just read. Even when I'm eating! But not when I'm hanging out with people, that's rude. It's times like these I remember that my math teacher would throw white board markers at me because I'd ignore her in class and read instead. I don't read while I'm selling things at work though...there's a huge sticker ball that we've made that, if thrown, I'm pretty sure is lethal...and I wouldn't want that thrown at me as I read.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Just Saying...part two...
My escapades have been vast and jam-packed these past 5 days. I had this time all planned out and the majority of them are meeting their fruition. So like I do in my actual journal, I will now list them for the heck of it. Went to see Despicable Me (meh), went to the beach with my sister and did volleyball drills in the sand/swam in the ocean, ate at The Kettle (favorite restaurant by the beach), found out my stomach is still sensitive to grilled onions but I'm ok, went to my Aunt'n Uncles house, made a video (soon to be on YouTube), FINISHED LES MISERABLéS!!!!!, ate at Hank's Pizza (favorite Ma and Pa place), went to the pageant of the masters, and today I'm going to Arrowbear (old music camp I used to go to by Big Bear)
All in all I say it's been jam packed. A lot of the time when I come home I usually sit around and play video games a lot...but I've only done it once when I got thoroughly humbled in Super Smash Brothers.
Pageant of the Masters was AMAZING! They don't allow pictures though, or I'd have enough to satisfy anyone's want for pictures of people pretending to be pictures/paintings/sculptures. But going has changed my life! If I ever end up living in CA again, I plan on volunteering for the pageant.
Les Mis was AMAZING! Never have I read a book as such. It was infuriating, thought-provoking, boring, and gripping all in its entirety! It took me a month and a half to read it; a serious mark on my pride. Not to say I haven't taken a long time to read books (still working on Don Quixote two years later), but when I sit down and actually try to finish them, I usually get done within two weeks! But each time I sat down with it, it would invoke such thought within me. That or it put me to sleep with his random tangents. But the greatest thing was that ALL of his random tangents come into play in the story! Man. It is now my second most favorite book, unabridged and all.
So, those are my logged adventures thus far. Off to have some more fun in the great state of CA for me!
All in all I say it's been jam packed. A lot of the time when I come home I usually sit around and play video games a lot...but I've only done it once when I got thoroughly humbled in Super Smash Brothers.
Pageant of the Masters was AMAZING! They don't allow pictures though, or I'd have enough to satisfy anyone's want for pictures of people pretending to be pictures/paintings/sculptures. But going has changed my life! If I ever end up living in CA again, I plan on volunteering for the pageant.
Les Mis was AMAZING! Never have I read a book as such. It was infuriating, thought-provoking, boring, and gripping all in its entirety! It took me a month and a half to read it; a serious mark on my pride. Not to say I haven't taken a long time to read books (still working on Don Quixote two years later), but when I sit down and actually try to finish them, I usually get done within two weeks! But each time I sat down with it, it would invoke such thought within me. That or it put me to sleep with his random tangents. But the greatest thing was that ALL of his random tangents come into play in the story! Man. It is now my second most favorite book, unabridged and all.
So, those are my logged adventures thus far. Off to have some more fun in the great state of CA for me!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Just Saying...
I'm home in CA for a week, so of course, I'm comparing the two. Now I won't reach any conclusions of course. But here are some of my thoughts.
The air makes me want to cry (with joy).
I can smell the beach constantly.
I got to eat King's Hawaiin.
Food Places here don't stay open if they aren't good.
I paid $11 for a movie ticket D:
I can wear jackets again!
Well...that's all I've got from less than one day of comparing California and Texas. More to come to be sure!
The air makes me want to cry (with joy).
I can smell the beach constantly.
I got to eat King's Hawaiin.
Food Places here don't stay open if they aren't good.
I paid $11 for a movie ticket D:
I can wear jackets again!
Well...that's all I've got from less than one day of comparing California and Texas. More to come to be sure!
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