Pinterest on Steroids: Connecting YOU AND I in Everyday Moments
In order to CONNECT with you, we need something [common] to relate to. Beside my everyday life, I am curious about the world. Why do we have two nostrils? Why do we yawn? How much does a shadow weigh? How do we memorize sound? Call me your personal and educational entertainer.
In this blog I am going to attempt to explain life's simple questions, share my life stories, and say those things that people don't have the guts to say (thank you Jenna Marbles).
My friend showed me this Buzzfeed that I believe any female will appreciate. This is so hilarious and I haven't laughed so hard in a while. This was very well needed and if you ever need a laugh then CLICK HERE to see the article! Here's one from the post, enjoy!
If your friend hates someone, you will automatically hate them too - and not know exactly why.
I'm going to take a study break and begin to pose questions and thoughts that I hope many people share.
So when I go to the bathroom I always get this relief when no one is in there. That means I don't have to worry about anyone "criticizing" me and I can take my sweet old time without pressure. I hate it when there is one other person in the stall because it's so damn quiet and all you can hear is personal business going on. Especially when you and the other person exit the stall at the same time. So I try to wait until the person leaves, but sometimes that doesn't work because some people just pee like race horses. And it gets better, us girls need to fix our hair, check our makeup, check for zits, contemplate whether or not you're going to pop the zit, read our texts, fix our hair, oh and check our makeup. With all those, the other person is going to be in there longer and I can only "hold" for so long. So what's the best solution when things aren't going as I planned? I pretty much express myself the most when someone flushes-You know, it's go time- so take that however you'd like.
Here's another one. For some reason when I go on the elevator I have this sudden urge to pee. It's as if I've been conditioned to start "building up" every time I hear a ring for each floor the elevator passes. So I make this awkward "oh-shit-don't-piss-your-pants" dance in order to cope my uncomfortable feeling. Not only that but inconveniently there would be people in it when I have to fart, badly. One time I ripped it when nobody was in the elevator and as I walked out of the doors, someone was walking in for a surprise, and I ran out of those doors like no other. Later that day I saw that person again in the elevator and I just grinned. Let's be honest we all have those moments...to some extent.
Now that I think about it, this post is extremely weird. But, what's new? Because of this, you won't see going to the bathroom the same. Or me. Awkward.
Enjoy your day, at least it's going better than these people!
Dear Colorado, Why are you snowing? It is May. Last time I remembered, April showers were suppose to bring May flowers, not snow hours. Go home Colorado, you're drunk.
I'm sorry if this post is a jumble of mess. I understand there is problem with organization and clarity. This was meant to be artistic, and in my opinion, artistic allows room for ambiguity. I believe it works the mind to truly understand what the message is being portrayed. I also wrote this to get my mind off of things and to think freely. I didn't want to go back and edit it constantly because then my ideas would be different from what I intended them to be. Enjoy and let me know what you think of this!
Before I start off, I saw this post by a person named Magnoliazolia earlier and I want to share it:
Our World is kind of awful. | No. Our world is great. For every one person that plants a bomb, you have hundreds more running a marathon. For every one person that makes a joke about the dead and dying, you have thousands more donating blood, offering prayers, and volunteering their time. Things like this are the fault of single individuals who make violent, loud statements. We just have to make sure that the statements of the good are louder.
If you haven't figured it out yet, this is in response to the Boston Marathon Explosion that occurred yesterday, Tuesday (4/15/13)
As of today, it seems that our world is shifting, from new and improved cogs, wires, and levers, to innovations for efficiency; we are finally mastering the art of a "perfect machine."
Our machine, full of ideals, rules, and order, is powered by the human mind. We shape our society based on the good vs. bad (wanted vs. unwanted) archetypes. Some qualities such as violence, mischievousness, and greed are associated to bad guys, so in response it becomes a mechanism and program that our machine obeys to discard the unwanted traits: violence, mischievousness, and greed. Our basic purpose is to advocate human betterment and world peace, qualities that the good guys would do. But we tend to forget without evil, there wouldn't be an existence of good, so much for the irony in machines.
Dwight Eisenhower mentioned something interesting in his Fairwell Address, which is one of my favorite speeches, "Understandably proud of this pre-eminence, we yet realize that America's leadership and prestige depend, not merely upon our unmatched material progress, riches and military strength, but on how we use our power in the interests of world peace and human betterment." He explains that America has the materials needed for continuing in being world leaders, but abundance of material is unimportant, its a matter of fact of how they are used that maintains our balance. Consequently, our machine is too complicated to the point where it unfavorably increases our chance for errors.
I believe we think too intelligently and egotistically of ourselves to be prideful in our work, and sometimes we take it for granted when the machine get the best of us. Sure some will deny their mistakes while others accept them, that's human nature for you, but riddle me this: What happens when our machine explodes? Until it's fixed, whatever that means, we have to manually labor ourselves into jobs that were originally tested. That means our imperfections will lead to uncertainties and often struggle for time. In other words, we are more complex than machines we build, so we can't be sure for ourselves what we are really programmed for, leading us to frustration and temperament For example, I will think of wanted ideas, propose them to you, and you can figure out if they work or not; I trust you. But how would I know if I planned out unwanted ideas that were proposed unconsciously? Or vice versa, how would you know if they were unwanted? After all you were told what to do and not why I want you to do them.
In order to have a successful and complete system, one not only has to be the thinker but also needs to be the tinker. We can only see it for ourselves or else we will be building machines that we never intended to build. Ultimately, it seems like the machine, things that were created by pure imagination, are the very materials creating us.
We've witness events from the Civil War, to The Progressive Era, to World War I, to The Great Depression, to World War II, to The Terror Attack on 9/11, to The Sandyhooks Elementary Shooting, and finally the Boston Marathon Explosion; all to shape us in some way or form. We've progressively accepted the evilness that exists in the world. Evil is inevitable. Why do we have to extract our plan of exterminating the enemies, when the enemies are inside us? We need to celebrate the imperfectness in people, to expect the unexpected, and in a way it naturally strengthens human connection. That is exactly what Magnoliazolia's excerpt lies. It tells us that unfortunate events happen for a reason, that they occur purely out our melioration, and acknowledges our needs for the goodness in our spirit. Our will to conquer fears and problems is a special quality that I think we all neglect. We need to not only be the ones that plans a promising world, but to be the ones who act upon it. Therefore, we can't be hopeful in other people unless we are hopeful in ourselves.
To wrap this up, I want to share this video that shows exactly what I mean by finding the source of evil, ourselves. In reality everyone is beautiful and unique but these thoughts are inhibited by the lack of the role in being "the machine". Accept imperfection
Oh hey guys. I was just out these past days in the wild living the supertramp life called COLLEGE. Gah. So I want to be back with the blogs and such so hopefully I'll be able to make a gradual progress. But in the mean time, in the middle of your studies of course, enjoy this collection of "Bras We Have Known, Illustrated"
Like the site? Well its from SparkNotes, oh I mean SparkLife.
Last weekend I went to Tucson, Arizona (which I mispronounced repeatedly) for a tennis tournament. This was for the club team at my school. To distinguish sport team tiers, intramural is the lowest and most laid back, club is more serious and competitive but no commitments are necessarily enforced, and lastly varsity is the most demanding level where you are playing officially for the school and often times based on scholarships.
There were 15 people there which meant there were two teams. I was part of the A team which was "higher" than the B team. We finished 4th in the gold bracket while the B team finished 1st. There were 16 teams in the tournament so not too shabby huh?
Despite all the coach conflicts on that trip, I enjoyed escaping school for the sake of playing tennis. I play tennis as an outlet of stress relief. Plus I really enjoy every aspect of tennis ranging from fitness to friends.
Arizona was an interesting place. The first impression we had of this place was the smell of sulfur and if you know that glorious (kidding) smell of sulfur, then you know how awesome (kidding again) it was. Overall Tucson was pretty sketch I must say but it certainly made me more thankful for living in beautiful Boulder, Colorado! There were police cars everywhere and by everywhere I meant a car per block. The water seemed as if it was unfiltered and was probably the reason why I felt groggy returning to the mountains. However, Mexican food was bomb. In fact we went to a famous restaurant that was featured on TV and visited by President Bill Clinton. We sat at the presidents table and I ate cactus haha a little too good.
Unfortunately, our club team was suspended once we came back from Arizona. It wasn't because we were terrible kids but it was due to our team "culture" of running teams and policies. This was a new process and sometimes you have to learn your mistakes the hard way.
But I've never had so much fun in a long time and it was all thanks tithe tennis team. Every person carried a unique quality to them that made our team stand out and fun. Everyone on the team is my friend and they have pushed me to be better than I am. My good and close friends even came from the tennis team. We've created a lot of memories, crazy and memorable ones, and I can't thank them enough for all that they have done. All I can say is, rage on.
