http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=97320958&sc=emaf
Read that article.
I've actually been trying not to post in this until I have news on the job interview I went on recently. However, I really liked that article, so perhaps you'll like it, too.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A hard-hitting, all-facts, no-holds-barred interview!
I'm sure I did this a thousand times per year on the good ol' LJ, but I still like the idea of this one. So, here goes:
The rules:
Questions!
(These are Questions for me from one Miss Shannon)
1) What one quote/lyric/etc do you live your life by? Why?
2) What is your earliest memory?
3) What would someone be surprised to learn about you?
4) If you had to pick one meal to eat for the rest of your life, what would it be?
5) Would you ever do anything just to get on tv?
1. "There is always hope." Since senior year of high school, PMEA Region IV Chorus, this quote has been the one static thing about my AIM profile. (Yes, I still use AIM. Do not judge me.) Our guest conductor gave us this really awesome speech, and, near the end, he told us to remember that no matter how shitty things get, there is always hope. I don't necessarily live my life by these words, but I hang on to them for dear life when the weight of the world is crushing my shoulders into my shins and everyone seems to want to kick me when I'm down and/or in the fetal position trying not to convulse from all the stress. I just remember, "There is always hope."
2. That is a ridiculously difficult question to answer. I remember extraordinarily ridiculous things about my school-age years, but not so much about my early years. For instance, I remember in 7th grade, when we wrote our first MLA style research papers, I wrote mine on greek mythology and how fucked up the familial relations between the gods were, and I got a 97. The earliest thing I can remember right now is me probably around the age of 4 or 5. I had either just started pre-school or kindergarten, and my mom was driving me to school in the subaru. And I was reading her the weather report from the back page of the Pocono Record. If I thought harder about this, I could probably think of something earlier than that, but it's that time of the month and I have some pretty debilitating cramps right now. See previous answer about being in the fetal position and trying not to convulse for an accurate mental image of my pain right now.
3. I am currently obsessed with Gossip Girl. This embarrasses me like you would not believe. But it's just so trashy and marvelous that I can't help myself. It most certainly will never take the place of Sex and the City in my heart, but, gosh darn it, those crazy upper east siders sure are gonna try. I started watching it because I had run out of tv to watch online and my students at the charter school used to tell me that my clothes looked "mad Gossip Girl." I apparently wore a lot of plaid and headbands. Wait, I still do. I was curious because people identified my personal style with that of upper east side manhattan fashionistas. And then I was hooked. Now everyone that reads this blog knows my awful secret.
4. If I could only eat one meal for the rest of my life, I think I would only eat Thanksgiving dinner. Turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole, rolls, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, etc. I would probably weight a thousand pounds. I'm pretty sure that there is something about this combination of foods that causes one to eat as much as he or she possibly can in one sitting, thus the massive weight gain.
5. I would do a lot of things just to do them, but I do not think I would ever do anything just to get on TV. Something about a ridiculous desire for exposure like that irks me a lot. I mean, I like attention as much as the next girl, but not enough to flash my tits to Bret Michaels on national television. Or be in the same room with Flava Flav. Or eat bugs or bull testicles. If I really wanted to do any of things, TV would not be a factor in the decision.
That was fun. If anyone would like me to interview them, feel free!
The rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them fiveQuestions!
(These are Questions for me from one Miss Shannon)
1) What one quote/lyric/etc do you live your life by? Why?
2) What is your earliest memory?
3) What would someone be surprised to learn about you?
4) If you had to pick one meal to eat for the rest of your life, what would it be?
5) Would you ever do anything just to get on tv?
1. "There is always hope." Since senior year of high school, PMEA Region IV Chorus, this quote has been the one static thing about my AIM profile. (Yes, I still use AIM. Do not judge me.) Our guest conductor gave us this really awesome speech, and, near the end, he told us to remember that no matter how shitty things get, there is always hope. I don't necessarily live my life by these words, but I hang on to them for dear life when the weight of the world is crushing my shoulders into my shins and everyone seems to want to kick me when I'm down and/or in the fetal position trying not to convulse from all the stress. I just remember, "There is always hope."
2. That is a ridiculously difficult question to answer. I remember extraordinarily ridiculous things about my school-age years, but not so much about my early years. For instance, I remember in 7th grade, when we wrote our first MLA style research papers, I wrote mine on greek mythology and how fucked up the familial relations between the gods were, and I got a 97. The earliest thing I can remember right now is me probably around the age of 4 or 5. I had either just started pre-school or kindergarten, and my mom was driving me to school in the subaru. And I was reading her the weather report from the back page of the Pocono Record. If I thought harder about this, I could probably think of something earlier than that, but it's that time of the month and I have some pretty debilitating cramps right now. See previous answer about being in the fetal position and trying not to convulse for an accurate mental image of my pain right now.
3. I am currently obsessed with Gossip Girl. This embarrasses me like you would not believe. But it's just so trashy and marvelous that I can't help myself. It most certainly will never take the place of Sex and the City in my heart, but, gosh darn it, those crazy upper east siders sure are gonna try. I started watching it because I had run out of tv to watch online and my students at the charter school used to tell me that my clothes looked "mad Gossip Girl." I apparently wore a lot of plaid and headbands. Wait, I still do. I was curious because people identified my personal style with that of upper east side manhattan fashionistas. And then I was hooked. Now everyone that reads this blog knows my awful secret.
4. If I could only eat one meal for the rest of my life, I think I would only eat Thanksgiving dinner. Turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole, rolls, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, etc. I would probably weight a thousand pounds. I'm pretty sure that there is something about this combination of foods that causes one to eat as much as he or she possibly can in one sitting, thus the massive weight gain.
5. I would do a lot of things just to do them, but I do not think I would ever do anything just to get on TV. Something about a ridiculous desire for exposure like that irks me a lot. I mean, I like attention as much as the next girl, but not enough to flash my tits to Bret Michaels on national television. Or be in the same room with Flava Flav. Or eat bugs or bull testicles. If I really wanted to do any of things, TV would not be a factor in the decision.
That was fun. If anyone would like me to interview them, feel free!
Friday, January 9, 2009
I'm officially cool now.
According to my roommates, I am no longer a muggle. I didn't know how to explain to them that I had never been a muggle, so I just went with it.
Chris, Devin, and I went geocaching today. Because there were about 8 caches in Frances Slocum, we decided to go there. We searched for 4 of them, and found two, which I thought was pretty good. In the geocaching world, general pedestrians are called muggles. Since I found my first caches today, I am no longer a muggle. Appropriately enough, one of the caches we searched for and found was entitled "The Sorcerer's Stone," and initially it was Harry Potter themed! I obviously insisted that we find this one. Unfortunately, there were no more Harry Potter related things in there, so we left a Marmaduke cartoon, and I think Devin took a button. Now that I really think about it, I should have written some HP related things in the log-book. Maybe we'll find that one again when it's not snowing and such and I will do exactly that.
So, that was definitely better than sitting at the middle school again today. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. And we made tacos when we got home. I am currently listening to the latest Hush Sound album, and I am thoroughly enjoying that as well. Once my laundry is done, I'm heading over to boyfriend's for dinner and practice. It's been/will continue to be a good day.
I think I will add "Blogging when happy" to my list of resolutions. When I was explaining the random dream that I wrote about the other day to Chris, he responded by asking me if I would be offended if he told me that that was the most boring dream ever. Reflecting on that, I have discovered that I can find joy in particularly mundane things, which should make my "blogging when happy" resolution rather easy to uphold. We shall see.
Chris, Devin, and I went geocaching today. Because there were about 8 caches in Frances Slocum, we decided to go there. We searched for 4 of them, and found two, which I thought was pretty good. In the geocaching world, general pedestrians are called muggles. Since I found my first caches today, I am no longer a muggle. Appropriately enough, one of the caches we searched for and found was entitled "The Sorcerer's Stone," and initially it was Harry Potter themed! I obviously insisted that we find this one. Unfortunately, there were no more Harry Potter related things in there, so we left a Marmaduke cartoon, and I think Devin took a button. Now that I really think about it, I should have written some HP related things in the log-book. Maybe we'll find that one again when it's not snowing and such and I will do exactly that.
So, that was definitely better than sitting at the middle school again today. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. And we made tacos when we got home. I am currently listening to the latest Hush Sound album, and I am thoroughly enjoying that as well. Once my laundry is done, I'm heading over to boyfriend's for dinner and practice. It's been/will continue to be a good day.
I think I will add "Blogging when happy" to my list of resolutions. When I was explaining the random dream that I wrote about the other day to Chris, he responded by asking me if I would be offended if he told me that that was the most boring dream ever. Reflecting on that, I have discovered that I can find joy in particularly mundane things, which should make my "blogging when happy" resolution rather easy to uphold. We shall see.
It's 12:44 am, I must be lonely...
Among the many other things in this world that I am in love with, I perhaps love the fact that my boyfriend sings and plays guitar most of all. Although the fact that he likes to sit and strum while I sing is high up on that list as well. I'm listening to a live-set that he had recorded a few days after we started publicly dating, and it's just making me so terrifically happy.
Stay tuned for Feb. 7th...
Anyway. I tried sushi tonight for the first time. It was an experience. Boyfriend was surprised that I ended up liking the tuna the best, as it was really the only raw fish roll that we had. What can I say; I'm surprising sometimes.
Tomorrow, barring an early morning call from WVW (which would really suck at this point, because I have severely fucked up my sleep schedule this week with all the non-work I've not been doing?), Chris, Devin, and I will be embarking on some geocaching excursions around this lovely area of NEPA.
Now, however, I should probably rest up. Either evil schoolchildren or icy hiking may climb my life tomorrow!
Stay tuned for Feb. 7th...
Anyway. I tried sushi tonight for the first time. It was an experience. Boyfriend was surprised that I ended up liking the tuna the best, as it was really the only raw fish roll that we had. What can I say; I'm surprising sometimes.
Tomorrow, barring an early morning call from WVW (which would really suck at this point, because I have severely fucked up my sleep schedule this week with all the non-work I've not been doing?), Chris, Devin, and I will be embarking on some geocaching excursions around this lovely area of NEPA.
Now, however, I should probably rest up. Either evil schoolchildren or icy hiking may climb my life tomorrow!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Unusually vivid dream...
I do not usually have extraordinarily vivid dreams, but I had one this morning. And I woke up following it, and I remembered everything. Very bizarre.
Anyway, in the dream, apparently the new assistant general manager at the Lodge was my stepfather. I do not know how this occurred, because I'm pretty sure even in the dream that my parents were still together. Either way, he was some kind of father-like figure in my life. He decided to take me shopping, and for some unknown reason, I picked the Gap. I wanted to find a pair of skinny-leg khaki pants. When we got there, there was a initially a counter and window setup kinda like Dominos over by Hoban, but minus the bullet-proof glass. At the counter, I saw one of the workers wearing the exact kind of pants that I wanted. She asked me if she could help me, and I asked her if the pants she had on were Gap pants. She said yes, and I told her I wanted a pair of those in a size 7. Thus started a wild goose chase for these pants that went through three sections of the store. All the while, AGM-Dad was standing at the window, and apparently he decided to be nice and pay for the pants up front. Well, Salesgirl and I kept looking, but all she ended up with was a pair of brown and blue striped flaired leg pants that I actually already have. She was like "Will these do?" I obviously said no. Why would I want a pair of pants that I already had? So I went back to AGM-Dad who showed me the receipt, and I was like "Well, just return it." So we did. And we left the Gap very angrily. When we got out to the parking lot (we were parked on a snow bank for some reason?) someone had vandalized the car. On the car, there used to be these stained glass pieces about the size of license plates above each headlight. They were shattered and laid all strewn about on the snow around the car. And then I woke up.
I felt the need to write about that. Vivid, but still pretty mundane, haha.
Anyway, in the dream, apparently the new assistant general manager at the Lodge was my stepfather. I do not know how this occurred, because I'm pretty sure even in the dream that my parents were still together. Either way, he was some kind of father-like figure in my life. He decided to take me shopping, and for some unknown reason, I picked the Gap. I wanted to find a pair of skinny-leg khaki pants. When we got there, there was a initially a counter and window setup kinda like Dominos over by Hoban, but minus the bullet-proof glass. At the counter, I saw one of the workers wearing the exact kind of pants that I wanted. She asked me if she could help me, and I asked her if the pants she had on were Gap pants. She said yes, and I told her I wanted a pair of those in a size 7. Thus started a wild goose chase for these pants that went through three sections of the store. All the while, AGM-Dad was standing at the window, and apparently he decided to be nice and pay for the pants up front. Well, Salesgirl and I kept looking, but all she ended up with was a pair of brown and blue striped flaired leg pants that I actually already have. She was like "Will these do?" I obviously said no. Why would I want a pair of pants that I already had? So I went back to AGM-Dad who showed me the receipt, and I was like "Well, just return it." So we did. And we left the Gap very angrily. When we got out to the parking lot (we were parked on a snow bank for some reason?) someone had vandalized the car. On the car, there used to be these stained glass pieces about the size of license plates above each headlight. They were shattered and laid all strewn about on the snow around the car. And then I woke up.
I felt the need to write about that. Vivid, but still pretty mundane, haha.
Friday, January 2, 2009
It's gonna be a happy new year...
So, it's January 2nd already, and I'm still in love with 2009. This is, thus far, one day longer than I have been in love with any year following the Ball dropping.
This year, I actually missed the ball drop. And I'm ok with that. I was blithering-idiot-drunk, I was in a basement full of people I didn't know, and I was holding a glass of champagne in one hand and a red solo cup of Miller Light in the other. But I was with the man I love, and it was the start of something new. I actually cried a little as I looked around that room. I don't remember the last time I'd been so hopeful. That's the only way I can describe it.
Needless to say, I had a supremely awesome New Year's Eve. And I was a little apprehensive at first, because wouldn't I have more fun hanging out with my roommates, just getting drunk in the living room? Who cares, I ended up having a blast.
I have so much to look forward to this year, and I've got nothing but time on my hands.
Resolutions? Sure.
1. Get better at introducing people. I really suck at that. This is number one because I think it's one that can very realistically be accomplished.
2. Get a full time teaching job.
3. If number two can not be completed as dialed, continue the sub game and start grad school.
4. Go somewhere. Take a vacation. Take a mini road trip. Just get out of NEPA for some period of time.
5. Relax more. Don't pre-freak. Case in point? Z2K9...I freaked, got myself upset, and then my Zune fixed itself. This resolution will also be known as Operation: Calm the Fuck Down or O:CtFD.
6. Get a little more organized. Bring up the filing cabinet. Get my shit for my taxes in order. So on, so forth.
7. Stop drinking so much fucking soda. This is last on the list, because I already suck at it, and I don't expect to be able to actually keep this one.
I woke up this morning, and my paycheck was already in my account. Sometimes hard work does pay off. I am extremely happy. What more can I ask for?
This year, I actually missed the ball drop. And I'm ok with that. I was blithering-idiot-drunk, I was in a basement full of people I didn't know, and I was holding a glass of champagne in one hand and a red solo cup of Miller Light in the other. But I was with the man I love, and it was the start of something new. I actually cried a little as I looked around that room. I don't remember the last time I'd been so hopeful. That's the only way I can describe it.
Needless to say, I had a supremely awesome New Year's Eve. And I was a little apprehensive at first, because wouldn't I have more fun hanging out with my roommates, just getting drunk in the living room? Who cares, I ended up having a blast.
I have so much to look forward to this year, and I've got nothing but time on my hands.
Resolutions? Sure.
1. Get better at introducing people. I really suck at that. This is number one because I think it's one that can very realistically be accomplished.
2. Get a full time teaching job.
3. If number two can not be completed as dialed, continue the sub game and start grad school.
4. Go somewhere. Take a vacation. Take a mini road trip. Just get out of NEPA for some period of time.
5. Relax more. Don't pre-freak. Case in point? Z2K9...I freaked, got myself upset, and then my Zune fixed itself. This resolution will also be known as Operation: Calm the Fuck Down or O:CtFD.
6. Get a little more organized. Bring up the filing cabinet. Get my shit for my taxes in order. So on, so forth.
7. Stop drinking so much fucking soda. This is last on the list, because I already suck at it, and I don't expect to be able to actually keep this one.
I woke up this morning, and my paycheck was already in my account. Sometimes hard work does pay off. I am extremely happy. What more can I ask for?
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