Muahahah.

Insurance

I love this thing.

Christmas timeee is hereeeee!

holiday and cheer.
i have yet to start on buying christmas presents and i didnt decorate a tree, and im still working on finals. but you know. its whatever. So, i really dont have much to say about christmas but i wanted to post. christmas is my moms birthday and that always is an issue. we buy her two presents as a birthday and christmas gift, and it is a source of struggle and internal doubt. actually, i lied. i do have something to say about christmas.
i remember one year, i was so stressed out about finding two gifts for her, i managed to make myself rather sick. i was 8 or something at the time, and it was imperative that i get my mom a proper gift for her birthday- the subject had come up at the lunch table... making it an issue for the entire 4th grade class. (this is another story. in fourth grade, was ate lunch as 2 groups- the girls and the boys [possible beliefs in cooties still existed at this point?] we would discuss all the major events that mattered at all. you'd think that it would be quite the honor to come up in conversation at the lunch table, but it was not. not at all. the kid in question would be teased relentlessly/badgered into things/laughed at for no apparent reason. I was horrified that i had let slip that christmas shopping was such an issue and i hadn't dealt with it yet. I could not allow myself to become the class scapegoat of the week. i had to get her a good present.) Therefore, i went to the store with my dad and wandered each aisle progressively losing hope until toward the end i think i began to believe i was melting into the ground. i became a smallish puddle of 8 year old and absolutely could not be convinced to continue. my dad spent a few minutes trying to cajole me into getting up and continuing the search, until he finally just gave up and told me he'd buy me some ice cream.
this ice cream quickly became my reason for living. i would do anything for that cone of ice cream. i became a present-finding machine, and inspected every single bit of merchandise until i could not possibly continue... and then i would- there was ice cream waiting for me. after another aisle, i came across the perfect gift that had my mothers name all over it. literally. my dad (correctly) thought that i would succumb to indecision, and found a gift earlier. he wrote moms name all over it, and then allowed my stubborn 8 year old self find the present. (i wanted to find the thing myself.) i dont even remember what it was...
i do know now that the incident didnt last very long. my dad told me i searched 2 aisles before hitting the puddle stage.
In anycase, following the incident, we got home and i vowed never again would i go shopping. i crawled melodramatically to my room, eyes wide open in horror and quiet, as if i had been scarred by unspeakable horrors. mom, not taking notice, yelled that it was dinner time as i passed the bathroom. The mention of food caused me to feel so violently ill, i un-ate all of that glorious icecream that i had won in the epic battle of the present shopping. i stayed sick for 2 days i think... but, in retrospect, the entire experience was worth it because two things happened that year- i satisfied my friends in the present issue, and also, for christmas i had received a GIANT dog stuffed animal. the thing was as big as i was, and it was quickly converted into a pillow/bed. I still have it with me. its my pillow in college.

2 whole posts in one day!

well, i suppose the first post i did today doesnt really count.
Im not really here to say anything in particular, and actually, now that i think about it that post was done saturday and technically its monday now, (although, really my body tells me its sunday and i should go to bed.) I just wanted to say hello to my blog again, since it's been a while and im procrastinating again. i really should finish that paper. >.<
anyway

IT SNOWED.

in north carolina. sadly, i dont have any pictures of it as my camera is dead and it has all melted by now.

Nutella.

If you havent already, eat some nutella. its good for you. (maybe.)

i have temporarily forgotten abou this blog as it has sort of gotten a bit distracting and i am way busy. sadface.

anyway,

much love,

mariko

azns.

This sort of explains my life. My friends and i like to make jokes about my azn-ness, and this comic sort of outlines the basis for a lot of the jokes. :P

AUGH.

I keep writing mysterious posts about my psychological state of being ( which is never very good), but i never actually say what the hell is actually going on. im not going to now, though, too, just in case someone i actually know will ever see this. but allow me to say this: i am not sure what the hell im doing anymore with guys, and friends, and people in general. i broke up with my boyfriend a while ago and i still love him, but i also might have feelings for a friend who is taken, so that will never go anywhere, and i have become slowly an introvert. i didnt mean to, im just no longer instantly comfortable with complete strangers. i still have friendly down, thank god, but i dont make friends as easily or know what to say to people. which i am totally fine with, as everyone seems to know of me anyway somehow... i just have become a completely different person in the space of 2 months.
ah well. in case my ex happens to be reading this, (which i highly doubt, but it makes me feel better to know that i dont know if he is or not) I am sorry. I still love you, and i dont know why the hell i broke up with you, but it was (i think, and i Hope) the right thing to do. sigh. i need to stop listening to sad jazz music.

I AM AN ADULT.

Ok, maybe not. actually, not even close. This post by "hyperboly and a half" describes me perfectly. sort of.

maybe not on the weekends.

Im going home this weekend, which is SO Awesome. I am supremely excited. however, this means i dont pay as much attention to my computer... which means, i might not remember to post. so, we're going to go that weekends are optional bonus'. :D
anyway. today's stumbled:
http://www.livinglocurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Disguise-kit.png

Yes. Do it.
Also, since technically, im writing to you on caturday, i have another:
SUSHI CAT!
Thank you, and i'll be here all week.

Project One, Day Two.

So, i found this one today just about an hour ago, and played with it since just about an hour ago. it is quite awesome. :D
i much love this. check it.
http://seaquence.org/new

Project One, Day One.

Sweet! so i am beginning project one, which was (i think) the one about stumble upon. now, i dont know if these "hacks" are completely legit, but i thought this was pretty solid. check it out. :D
http://www.funlol.com/15821/Life_hacks.html

YES.

It is now post One Hundred. allow this to sink in. yes. i know. One Hundred.To commemorate this momentous occasion, I bought coffee. (a big deal as a broke college kid. :P)
also, I wish you to enjoy this piece that I am now working on played by the brilliant and talented Joshua Bell.

A new Project

I really need one. I really only blog if i have something to say and if i have a new project, i can do this pretty reliably. :D
anyway, im going to brainstorm today about possible ideas, and i hope to start tomorrow. So,
- Stumble Upon. recently, i have become absolutely obsessed about "stumbling" onto new sites. its a great way to pass time, so what i would do is just post the most interesting of that day on here.

- Word of the day! yes, i know its generic, but i love new words, and this might force me to go out of my way to learn new ones. favorite of today? whilst.
- Pictures of college life! this is relatively obvious... the only issue is that i dont have a card reader. so the issue would be managing to take one every day. and then the posts would all have to go up when i go home, which is like, once a week. on a good stretch. i dont know how feasible this actually is. im tempted to try, though.
- through the bible. a friend of mine actually tried this on a blog he started, "a procrastinators journey through the new testament". sadly, it never got anywhere, as he only got to chapter five of matthew before he mysteriously stopped. i would have to be structured about this one. i dont know, but i would like to try it.
- Art. i could outline art that i have learned and loved, just to remind myself that art history does indeed still exist and that yes, there is life after high school art classes.
- Muzaks. It would be difficult, but i could post a favorite song of one of each of my friends every day. i would find this extremely interesting, but also eating time that i dont have. sad day.
in any case, i think im going to start doing one every day for a week, and after i finish, do the one i like best.
wish me luck!

sigh.

I wont do it.

Argentina!

A while back, i was trying to write everyday about my life in Argentina, while my papi was working on a multimedia project.
Soon, it will be up on the world wide web. the wobsite Url is :
http://www.nowwhatargentina.org/

check it out. you know you want to. :D

And now that we're alone...

Actually, this is the blogosphere, we're never alone. The entire point of the blogosphere is that you're never alnoe- you're putting stuff out for an audience that is ever present. Are we a weird society or what? We are never alone... I find that extremely odd.
I'm not really writing about anything in particular. Just writing about how I'm not really ever alone- always talking to someone. Which is usually one of my best friends... And the thing is, I can't decide how I feel about him..
I wonder. He is so much a part of me, it's sort of weird. And then there's the whole "how do I interact with my ex now?"
gahhh...
Anyhow, favorite useless site of the Day:
www.cuteoverload.com

check it. You know you want to.

But will it?

Will it be alright? are we sure?

I will lie awake tonight/and nothing here is feeling right

http://www.nbmeehan.com/everything.html

Deep thoughts, deep thoughts...

Autumn. i love autumn.
I love the way it is cold, with gorgeous leaves. I love the smell of coming winter. i love the way its spelled. i love the leaf piles that i can hide under.
I want colder weather. I want a hug.

photo borrowed from http://www.anundonecalm.com/2007/11/13/leaves/

OK.

GO.

New shampoo. amoung other things.

Sometimes, i feel like people intentionally stick an emotional fork into me. have too much to deal with to help other people other people. what with breaking up with my old boyfriend of a couple years, best friend going through a crisis, dog dying and trying to keep up a happy personality, i just get drug down. and then more stuff happens, that i feel like i should be taking care of. but i cant. im sorry. :(

I did get new shampoo. its purple. makes my hair pretty. smells. good.

Went to walmart today. got teddy grahams.

went to south indian concert. awesome 2.5 hours of indian violining/drumming.

so. tired.

love the new t-shirt. :D

is hell blue?

If it is, i am blue as hell.

A float.

Im in a mood again. its a lovely, quiet, lonely floating mood. i dont want to talk to anyone, just sit and listen to music, and the world. My eye is healing, and i am in a fantastic, alone kind of mood.
dont have many thoughts. Currently, i've fallen in love with a band shared with me by a friend- the tallest man on earth.


listen.

Music video!

while you have probably already have seen this, i was just reminded of this fantastic music video by Ok Go.


therefore.
you should watch it.

Goodbye

Goodbye.
Mariko Davison

About a day or two I’m gone,
the glimpse of life with me has left
and you will stand when I’ve withdrawn.
I’m sorry Dear, to leave bereft
your feelings, dreams and hopes. To move
again will feel the best, improve
(I hope) your state of mind quite soon,
When lonely, you can look to the moon,
beyond the stars and astroids tossed
across the night and think of me,
You know its better here Im free
I had the life now It is lost.
What you must do is not to cry,
And all you do is say Goodbye.

written in an onegin stanza, speaks to death, i guess.

Cooking

Tomorrow, Rachel and I are going to attempt to make dinner for some friends. cant wait, very excited, but theres just one problem...
i cannot cook well. at all.
i wish i had some recipes to go off of, but i dont. i think im going to try breaded chicken and see how it turns out. :D
it will be interesting. :D

Mistakes.

I could have potentially made a huge mistake.
or not,
it could be a liberating decision. its all so screwed up.
why are these things so difficult?

sadness prevails this time.

Pandora Radio.

I have just discovered Pandora radio on the internets, and I cant decide if I like it or not. They have good and bad days, I suppose. Check it out. :D
http://www.pandora.com/

favorite spot, maybe.

poems, poems.

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Im in a mood again.

Im in a mood again, and i think its beginning to be a regular thing.
Theres something that i have to do, and i dont like it, but after i think i'll be better for it. pains part of the learning process, i guess.
advice could be used.

the computer screen.

I will stare at the computer screen all night hoping someone will somehow hop through my screen and give me a hug.
I miss hugs given out randomly. I'd love one right now.

Sadly,

I dont have a camera, so i cannot take a photo of life on campus every day to force me to get into the blogging habit again, but i have been doing what i can with the camera on my computer... these things never really work out as i'd like them to.
Anyway,
Mariko's Observations of COLLEGE:
-you are an adult and have to wake up as such.
-your papers will suck just as much as the high school ones. just worse.
-dorm life is loud.
-everyone and their mothers uncle has a bike in college.
-you will have bad hair days. you just wont care.
-there will be a lush in the room/desk/stall next to yours.
-homework is assumed, not an optional thing....

also, drink lots of water. im dehydrated.
more later.

i miss...

I miss my cat.
I miss my friends.
I miss my bed.
I miss church.


Photo Courtesy of Pat Davison.

:D

right.
schools doing alright. still wildly depressed, but having fun at the same time if that makes sense. :D

Great.

I'm not really sure about this whole college thing. On one hand, I love the classes and sort of love the schedule as well, but on the other I can feel my heart and mind being changed every day. This is not to do with God- I need someone to talk to as I don't talk to the rest of my hall... No, this is relational. It's how I interact with others- new and old friend teachers and aquaintances. I can't help but wonder what exactly God thinks about all the different ways I talk to people.

Lessons went well today, had fun in spite of the distinct lack of roommate.
I know posts are short and boring. I'm sorry- it's all so new and different...

dear...

Dear whoever is reading this,
classes day five will commence tomorrow. its going sort of well. I keep getting smacked in the face with waves of blue, though. it could be something like, my pillow or a phone or a bike or something, but its always there. i hate admitting defeat or even slight gives in my resolve, but its working to be that way sometimes. i miss thomas, i miss mom and dad, i even miss grace...
oh well, im learning.
mariko

i .was. going to blog tonight,

but ive got an 8 oclock tomorrow, so not really.
vernacular is so weird though, just sayin. and im about to go slap someone if they dont SHUT UP.
oh, yeah, im not a morning person. did i ever say that? :D
goodnight!

What would it be like...

What would it be like, living on a plane of constantly new pictures and waking moments, when you never remember the past? Imagine standing on an empty plane with short glimpses into someones life, not sure whos it is, until you ask and its yours...
Rather poetic if you did imagine it... the utter quiet, and absolute aloneness of it all is calming, and appealing to my mind...
Until i tell you that some people do live their lives like this and can do nothing about it. they can't come back, and return to their loved ones and remember that they have children, or know what you do for a living, or recognize your wife or husband.
theres always another part to a story.

college: first day of class

this kid, may i just say, is rather lonely. mostly missing a certain thomas, but for the most part, sort of missing high school life in general. very stereotypical first year, but never the less very, very true. my thoughts are blue, drowning in a blue universe filled with stars all very far away. i imagine that this is how all the stars feel, day to day. must be a very lonely and beautiful existence.

reading a chapter (in a great book called Musicophilia) about synesthesia... i'd love to live in a world full of the color in my mind. granted my mind is screwed all up, but its a beautiful and haunting idea. not that the book mentions any of this, its just the thought that followed... i'd love it there. well, i guess it is my mind.

classes went pretty well today, mostly rather tiring, sort of disappointing, but nevertheless there, so may as well. had adapting russia, music tech, english, and honors seminar. rather boring, cant wait until i have time to give my mind exercise. i feel like im getting dumber and dumber as the time progresses. i really ought to get better at typing... im having issues. >.<

Dorm is nice, im all organized and settled and i quite like my bed. :D its nice. also, we were one of the lucky ones who got ac in our room. i guess it all works out. pictures will be attached, i suppose.



this is my roommate rachel. she's awesome.

ok.

i have been busy in the past few weeks, so let me get you all up to speed. i last left you hanging after i got back from argentina, a trip which i did a pretty good job blogging about every day. since then, i have been to michigan, hung out with various people gone shopping pretty epically, and moved into my new college dorm! tomorrow is the first day of classes and i am no longer in my home town, but my college town now. lots has changed, and im a failure for not posting about it.
so, the week i got home we cleaned the house and took care of bills and such and lazed about for the week. after getting everything in order, we turned our attention to the upcoming trip- the family reunion in michigan, with my dad's brothers and sisters. we had a fantastic week and a half up there visiting with relatives i'd not seen in years and years! came back and i had to turn my attention to college shopping and working and stuff like that. insanity, but it worked out, and by the time i got here i had almost everything i needed. now its the day before classes and we're getting ready for everything... textbooks in order, syllabi printed out, bags packed, etc. im slightly worried about the prospect of working really really hard, but you know. typical procrastinator behavior. it'll work itself out. :D

feeling blue?

i just finished rereading indigos star again, which is a fantastic book, although reading it always leaves me a little melancholy. its a mark of a good writer to be able to influence the readers emotions. just so you know.

We finally got home from argentina a few days ago and i have already lapsed into my old routines that are so comfortable to me. i love coming home to my room with my bear and hearing my loud family discuss or argue over whatever just happened. its fantastic. next year, though, im going to uncg and living away from home for the first time in ages, and the idea leaves me apprehensive. i dont know what is going to happen or who i'll meet or what i will do... its a disconcerting feeling to look around my room at home and realize that im leaving this place that i love next year. i am excited as most incoming freshmen probably are, but at the same time, thrown for a loop.

another thought is i missed him so much and i didnt even realize it until i got back. sunday, i was with my boyfriend all day, and although we hit a bump last month, i got back and realized just how much a part of my heart he really is. it makes me wonder what will happen with us in the future. i know God has all sorts of plans and mine never really match up with his, but i hope and pray that he ends up in my life as a spouse. ah, yes, i know, you're only eighteen or you still have school to think about... but, i still think about these things. is it just me?

2.2

ok, so second now that im home.
i hate it when my parents fight. (thankfully not often)
i hate going to the bank.
i hate vacuuming. dunno why.
i hate not having books around.
i HATE fleas. with a passion.

other stuff.

well, the journey of self discoverment went well for about a week before i went into an internet blackout and forgot about it. so, i have a new Project... things i hate. well, dislike. ok, 2.1:
I dont like tummy aches. (but then, who does?)
I dont like long car rides in the back.
I dont like sad movies.
I dont like getting wet with clothes on.
I dont like to run.

we’re getting home tomorrow. we’re getting home tomorrow.
we’re getting home tomorrow.
we’re getting home tomorrow. we’re getting home tomorrow.
we’re getting home tomorrow.
we’re getting home tomorrow. we’re getting home tomorrow.
we’re getting home tomorrow.
we’re getting home tomorrow. we’re getting home tomorrow.

lastly

Day thirty eight: we flew until early ish in the morning and got off in atlanta. we made our way through the hellish security and terminals and customs and whatever else that was put inplace to infuriate travelers and got onto our plane as the final boarding call was being sent out. flew home. met courtney at the airport, who is a saint for picking us up. we got home greeted my kitty and our doggie, and napped, cleaned, unpacked, etc. thus concludes our magnificent journey.
argentina was fun, and i will miss it. :D

Day thirty seven: We got off the bus later in the day around noon and changed into clean clothes and brushed our teeth, contemplating what to do on our last day. we had four free hours before we had to get to the airport, so we went to our favorite pizza place in palermo and walked through the cat garden (a botanical garden that had become a meeting hub for cats.) spent two fantastic hours just napping petting and walking in the garden before we headed back via subway to get our bags from uca. after retrieving the bags, we got into a taxi, made it through check in, security and all that fabulousness, we found out there was a mechanical delay on the plane take-off, so we missed our connection flight by two hours. thankfully, there was another leaving for home the next hour, so the booked us on that instead. the rest of the day was spent on the plane.

Day thirty six: we are two days away from getting home, and although i loved argentina, i just cannot wait to see thomas and everyone, and my kitty. i missed them all so much, and i see them very soon. today, we didnt do much; i woke up, showered, went to breakfast, took some photos of the hotel and john and the hummingbirds ( i got a fantastic shot, so happy :D) and then went to the bus lot. waited for two or three hours for the bus as there was a strike, i believe, and we have been on the bus ever since. sadly the wifi isn’t working, so i can’t post this to fill the blog whole that has been present for the past few days, i apologize. :( anyway, its around 8 and we’ll be on here (the bus) for another 14 ish hours. its going to be a looong ride.

Day thirty five: today, we went to iguazú falls again, which was great... even through the rain. We woke up at 8 or so and had a /fantastic/ breakfast at the bed and breakfast, consisting of orange juice (freshly squeezed)(which brought me back to my days in bolivia...), toast, papaya, and hot chocolate. after that, we went to the store for lunch and hoped on a bus. at the falls entrance, it was raining like there’s no tomorrow so we went to the visitor center and chilled until the onslaught finished. went down to the falls and got really wet. it was fabulous, and it was /cold as ALL FREAKING SIBERIA/... I loved it. :D we took some christmas panoramas and audio, and then went off to find some lunch. we found a cafe and ate our store bought lunch in the cafe warmth. we are so classy. we then went off to the upper falls circuit and took some pictures, and to the Garganta Del Diablo for some other pictures. papi got some really fantastic ones because he is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING... indeed. just sayin. and then we went off to the bus stop with some detours (shopping. they have shops and cafes and whatnot in the National Parks... What??) took the bus home. warmed our self by ways of getting out of the wet clothes... fantastic idea if you ask me. :D went to our “happy hour” at the bed and breakfast, where they gave us orange juice and peanuts, and some yummy toasty-thing, it was fantastic. came back to the room an hour later and got into bed and stayed warm. i like warm. :D

Day thirty four: ...and most of the morning too. actually, all of it. we got to the Pt. iguazú around lunch time, met John, the guy with the bed and breakfast, and had a tour of the town, looked at his exhibition (photog.) met his dog, and had coffee with him... went to the town, bought lunch provisions, headed off to the falls which are incredible. i quiet enjoyed them. more tomorrow, as we are heading back. Johns staff is really fantastic... if you ever come here, come Here. its lovely and his dog is fantastic. :D
Going to bed now.
:D

Day thirty three: We also were in buenos aires for this day, so we decided to tour the pink house- the rough equivalent to the united states White house... the seat of government. it was interesting, but rather only for the art on the walls of famous revolutionaries and women in politics, etc... it was alright, but not something i would do again. we spent most of the morning before going to the pink house wasting, so by the time we got out it was one o’clock. i was sick the day my family went to boca, so thats what we did the second half of the day... there were great shops and people and tango, it was fabulous. all the houses were crazy colors as well. they were a colorful people. it was cold though so we didn't stay too entirely long, just long enough for hanna to make a dog friend. which happens all the time... i half expect her to start barking to a dog and him understand her. that would be Weird. came back to the house to grab the stuff, and then we were off to the bus. hanna got new white knock off chucks. she’s happy. then we spent the rest of the evening on the bus.

late, as usual.

Day thirty two: We finally were free, well dad was, of the students to worry about, so we got to sight see like REAL LIFE tourists. it was fun, we went to recoleta again, with daddy this time, and petted the demon cats. recoleta is the famous cemetery in argentina where evita was buried (embalmed, excuse me...) and there are cats Everywhere.. its fun, and kind of odd at the same time. they’re all really clean and relatively well fed which made us wonder what exactly they do all the time. hope is easily creeped out, so daddy made the joke that the demon cats eat the dead people in the mausoleums. it was pretty hilarious. :D the hypothesis was refuted as we walked out by the way- it seems the construction workers and caretakers leave food in corners and out of the way places. afterwards, we hiked across B.A. to the Museum of Arte Latinamericano de Buenos Aires- MALBA. it was pretty interesting, i saw a Frida Kahlo self portrait, and various other cool artists that i /didn’t/ know, which was fun. :D although, on the top floor was a photog exhibit of Really Sketchy art. it was fabby, all sorts of ...parts... on the walls and hope was scarred for life i think. >.> and then we went home. it was fun stuff. :D and we rode a bus for the first time of the trip- more versatile than the Subway (not as cool though..) and cheaper than a taxi. yaya.

and now we're home.

coming in no particular order at all are posts that i put into a document when i didnt have internet access. they are all from argentina during the last few days. sorry.

Soooo

I think the self exploring text will be in italics from now on.
I like to travel a little bit.
I like to sing badly.
I like to listen to people.
I like colored socks.
I like to shop in different countries.
I like photos.

now we're alone

relatively speaking.
Day thirty one: all the students have left our responsibility today. Some went home, some went to travel around B.A. a bit more, some went to Iguasu Falls before heading home. In any case, we saw them off today and we are free to do as we wish. :D i will miss their company, but excited to go to Iguasu later this week. i think we stay in B.A. for a bit longer and then go up to the falls later on. today, we cleaned apartments, dragged luggage, and were cold. tomorrow holds sight seeing for us. :D

Cleverness escapes me for titles.

i really cant figure out how to use these things. figure nows a good time.
I like brownies
I like smiles.
I like when people dont snore.
I like backpacks.
I like to do things and not be sorry.

and to finish off the project.

Day thirty: we finished off the project yesterday with a screening of the videos and graphics on the site... to more than a hundred people. The project was well received and afterwards, we were given cookies! i shall dearly miss the dulce de leche cookies here, they are fantastic. :D after we went out for a very late and very expensive lunch. came home took a looongggg nap, and lost my favorite ring which is hugely depressing. :( then we went out to a club with all the students for pizza and dancing and left shortly after midnight. it was loud. thats all :D

aaaanddddd...

I like people who can spell.
I like electronics.
I like art history. (sometimes.)
I like music theory.
I like people watching.

Meh.

Day twenty nine: went to palermo soho to finish hopes shopping. not much to be told here either.
:D

I also like

I like watching people draw.
I like sugar, a little too much
I like bunnies and cute things.
I like my bed at home.
I like space heaters.

For monday

Day twenty eight: was a really long time ago. all i remember is staying at home all day, and being lazy.
sorry, i have had bad internet lately, its obnoxious. /headdesk.

And again.

I like movie sound tracks.
I like Disney movies.
I like sticky tack.
I like coconut.
I like red. and most colours.

Good for spain!

Day twenty seven: Spain won the world cup. today we havent done much. we spent most of the morning being lazy, while mom and dad worked hard on their wedding photos. after lunch we went to Defensa street markets, and shopped around. then we watched the world cup. and then we went to some friends house for an asado. and then we came home. the end.

and, i also

found this cool england style telephone booth in argentina, go figure. and i like this picture.

Project post three.

I like DIET COKE. a lot. i just do.
I like foreign music. its always interesting to see how different our musical cultures are.
I like dragons. it's whimsical and powerful at the same time.
I like people who can play around and be weird. it's what i do, and if someones too tightly wound around crazy people it's not fun.
I like converse. they are simple and comfortable.
I like blank paper. theres an aspect of unpredictability, potential for anything to happen, and yet, its clean. it waits for whatever you might need.

another palladio.

i mean, palermo.
Day Twenty six: Today i took a shower and brushed my hair. my hair liked that, cause now it doesn't look like the furry mane it usually looks like after a shower. just so you know. I also helped make a stew which was fun... i was given the task of cutting up stew meat which, let me tell you, is harder than it looks. i did finish it and it was good stew. i was immensely proud of my meat cutting... we actually lazed around for most of the morning and a bit of the afternoon before we got our feet on the ground to find my dad, who had left the house almost before i woke up. We found my daddy at around two thirty, and he decided we were going to go to the most famous cafe in buenos aires, so we did. it was good. my mommy enjoyed the best ice cream she had ever had, according to her. then we went to palermo soho district for window shopping for what has to be the third or fourth time. it was good though, cause hope got whatever it was she wanted. we walked home and now we just had dinner. hurray. today was fun. oh, and i got the cute notebook i have been wanting for ages.
good day!

right. and one thing more.

i laughed so hard when i realized these were the lyrics to the hula song in lion king.

Luau!
If you're hungry
for a hunk of fat
and juicy meat
eat my buddy
Pumbaa here
because he is a treat.
Come on down
and dine
on this tasty swine
all you have to
do is get in line.
Aaaare you achin'
foooor some
bacon?
Heeee's a big pig
You could be a
big pig too!
Oy!

3.

i like beef.
i like to be warm.
i like to sleep.
i like the number three.
i like math.
beef? well, duh, its really really yummy. :)
Warm? well, i dont know, its more like being under the covers when its cold sort of warm. NOT summer warm. it makes me feel secure.
Sleep? im sort of an insomniac sometimes. self inflicted. i dont like to go to bed, and i hate waking up. its just a matter of getting in bed.
Three? Lord, this is a weird one. Well, if i wanted to be superficial, i could say it just seem circular. but since this is an exploration of me, im going to say that it reminds me of my sisters and i, or that its like a cycle, or that it reminds me of a round rhythm. any will do. i just love this number... its weird.
Math? well, it just makes sense in my head. its ordered and its like a puzzle.

Is it warm in here?

Day twenty five: Today, i woke up close to eleven. it was pretty great. i love to sleep in. When i wake up, i feel rested and warm, and i love to be warm. its fabulous. after waking up, i padded downstairs to rustle up some breakfast, and blog for yesterday, because last night i was so tired i got back and passed out immediately. Hanna, my darling little sister made me potatoes fried, and i had some bread with dulce de leche. i got onto the computer in a completely emo mood, and read my friends blog, and posted this morning. by the time i finished, it was lunch time, so we went out to eat. after getting back, mum edited her wedding pictures while i was forced to play cards with my littlest sister. well not forced, it was fun, i just like playing injured. anyway, we did that for ages, and by the time 4 rolled around i hadnt accomplished anything. daddy came home from editing and we decided to go to a walking shopping street for a few hours, where i got a scarf. then we came home, and went to dinner at an arabian restaurant, which was fabulous foods... it was great. now im so stuffed, i cant even tell you. its sorta ridiculous.
we finally got the heater working, and in my coat, im finally getting some semblance of warmth. today was an argentinian holiday, like their fourth of july, only five days later, which means we had no meeting tonight.

huh.

So, i was on facebook today, like every other soul with computer access, and i saw a link to one of my friends blog. hes crazy intelligent, and reading his blog is a total pleasure. its incredible that he has the nerve to share it with people... i will not. im simply more comfortable knowing my blog is out there for the whole world, noone knowing that its there... i wish i could get up the courage to share it, but alas, its not happening any time soon.

anyway, the purpose for the second post today, is that im going to try something... i dont know enough about myself, and i'd like to change that. so im doing little projects to find out more about myself. for instance, the next week, i will post five or more things that make me happy every day, be it small or large... so, today:
i like rain. it has the quality of wiping things away, cleaning a slate so to speak. it makes me feel cool and quiet in my soul.
i like my sisters jump roping. it makes me feel proud that she's come all that way, and she still enjoys to work hard at it.
i like ingo, my kitty. he makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
i like subways. they are comfortable, and yet awkward. There are so many people inside.
i like beethoven. Playing his symphonies with a full orchestra makes my soul float on top of the raw power of our collaboration.

to be at odds with the world

Day twenty four: i did miss yesterday sorry. Yesterday, we went to a famous cemetery that housed the remains of many famous and/or rich argentinians, from Evita and her family, to famous generals whose names will rest in the ambiguous areas in the back of my mind. its interesting to wonder what exactly their personalities were like, what they did, and how they acted for the public. i wonder if they're happy now. they sure arent in this twisted world, but have they moved on to heaven? or did they go on to hell?
its an interesting question for everyone. *shrug.
after going to the cemetery with gorgeous kitties, we went to our favourite pizza place and ate a ton, went to multiple clothing stores, and came back to walk all over various parts of the city. i enjoy living in the city, knowing im surrounded by thousands of people and their swirling emotions, their situations and personality.
Yesterday, we rode the subway a ton, and the last ride we took was literally a human sardine can. i couldnt move, just pinned to strangers all around me. i was uncomfortable with it yesterday because the subway is so impersonal, until a man who i do not know began to talk to me, warn me of pick pockets and offer me a rail to hold on to. i was touched by his kindness and now i remember just how many people i have met who are similar to the kind man on the subway. anyway.

Im so cold...

Day twenty-three: Not much happened today, but it was very cold. the last few weather days have been puzzling- warmwarmwarm to very cold in one night. because yesterday was warm, we turned off the heater, but then today it was cold, and i couldnt turn it on, and papi was at school, so i was a human popsicle. we missed going to school this morning, as my parents left early, so i missed lunch opportunity as well. practiced stuff for my ensemble audition, and submitted honors college application. nice.
thats pretty much it, im really tired. i cant think of anything to do right now. im waiting for the meeting.
much love.

Mert.

I have a headache.
Day Twenty-two: im really hungry... we went to an evita museum. it was sort of interesting. hanna got sketches of her various dresses. i wasnt hugely enthusiastic. i got robbed of twentyfive dollars on the street, and laundry isnt done, which is why my enthusiasm level was less than normal. but it was cool. although, hanna did find an amazing sketch tangent to "how to train your dragon" and i thought it was amazing.
http://www.deviantart.com/#/d2tdibm
weee.
and then i went to the meeting.
(which went pretty well. stories are coming along.)

and then we do boring stuff.

Day twenty- one: well, its officially three weeks. two more left. huzzah! diet coke awaits me! um. so we didnt do anything today. i dont know why i didnt blog... im just an idiot... mert.

Right,

I was doing so well, too. ok.
Day twenty: HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY~!!!!
Today (being 2 ish days ago) we went to a very touristic estancia and i rode a horse, which was /awesome. except only a little, because it was a led ride, and it was kind of boring. but i do love to ride horses which is fun... although, i think they gave me an awful biting bug. sigh... i have a ton of bug bites at the moment. also, they fed us a huge amount of asado and various stuff, which i only had a bit of... people here eat a lot. it was great. and then there was a horse show, where awesomeness increased. there was a guy who had his horse lie down on the ground, and he did all sorts of stuff with him, and all i could think was "that horse is more flexible than me! its like its doing yoga. mannn..." right, and then we went home, and all was well.

sigh

Day nineteen: Well, today argentina lost. i was sad.
and then we went to a pizza place. i was happy!
and then we went to a street fair. i was tired.
and then i bought a violin statue. i was happy!
and then we came home. I was tired.
and then i took a nap. i was happy.
and now im blogging. and iam happy!

hahahahah.

i have thirty posts! huzzah!
Day eighteen: this kid= reaallly tired.
maybe shall blog tomorrow?
yawn. night..

MErt.

Day seventeen: Well, i am now working on a new project- making a tutor notebook for hanna and her theory class next year. i have been trying to cover an entire year of theory into a few pages, so work has been slow, but maybe done by the rest of the week. Daddy has been super stressed out this week, so if anyone sees this, shoot him a 20 second prayer that he'd have some stress alleviated soon. i think i will try to help out by playing his secretary and getting people to do what he asks. not much done today... i worked on hanna's theory whatsit, and then i went to the meeting...
yesterday, i said i would elaborate on the estancia experience, but i dont feel like it. all that is needed to know is that it was flat, we played baseball with a stick and tennis ball, and i made friends with a bald dog. :)

rock that estancia.

Day sixteen: actually im in bed right now, so really quick like- we went to an estancia today. i met a few horses and petted a bald dog. that was the highlight of the day. oh, and its my friends birthday today, so happy birthday! not that you'll ever know, but whatever. anyway, meeting was canceled, more on the estancia tomorrow.

merowww

Day fifteen: again. nothing. i think because the final cuts for the project are due this weekend, papi has been editing most days, and we just stay at home and chill. on the up side, most of the music in my computer has album work for it. which makes me feel infinitely better about uploading music onto my ipod... ( i know, im crazy, i think its hereditary. :P). well, and then i went to the meeting, where we saw some rough cuts of videos, which was cool. tomorrow, though, we are going to an estancia all day, which means general rocking of the house. :) with all the college kids, this could get really interesting. :)
on a different note, i've just noticed how much prettier hanna has gotten in the past few years... i know, im behind the times, and i know, she's not exactly a beauty, but... (hahah just kidding hanna, you are gorgeous. :) anyways, much love to those of you reading this, which i know is zero. hah. but still.

cause we can...

Day fourteen: Well, we didnt do squat today! today was my kind of day, all we did was drop off the laundry, go shopping a bit, and nap/munch on foods. twas excessively diverting. but more great was i got to talk to all of my friends... well, not all of them. >.> but i talked to isaac (first time in like, months. good on ya, mate!) and some of my best friends, although grace still hasnt emailed me back. (as hanna says, *foushafousha*) but one of my good friends was a positive saint, and listened to my whining and groaning about my emotional state, and all that i need to get straight with God... which, mind, is a ton. there wasnt a meeting tonight, just a gathering of general discontent because of deadlines... as per usual on these projects. tomorrow, we might go elsewhere, or just go street shopping again, as i still havent gotten my friends souvenirs... i dont know, but im in a good ish mood, thanks to one of my very saintly friends... for all that its only day three of other stuff. working on forgiving, too. also, today is the end of the 2nd week of travels- 2 down, 3 to go! until i get back and we go shopping for dorm stuff! right, thats pretty much it, computer is dying! much love to you all!

GOALLLL

Day thirteen: today we went to the plaza san martin for the argentina.mexico soccer game, which was pretty epic. the game was being shown on huge screens, and there was hundreds of people there. i took some really cute pictures of kids dressed in their argentina regalia, screamed as argentina scored, kept tabs on my sisters and laughed with the crowd at kids playing games. it was awesome. when the game ended and we met back up with my papi, we went to the center of the city, the "obelisco" and shot the rejoicing stage of the after math. there was everything from street vendors to moshpit like areas, from blow up jerseys to babies. hung out there for a bit, then found a pizzaria, and ate some banging food. then we came home and have just been chillin ever since. didnt go to the meeting, though, cause it was canceled. nice.
on a side note, for the 2 of you who actually know whats going on, its been 2 whole days, and i think im dying inside. but im still angry... i dont know how i would react to talking right now. sorry, cant help it...

i love animals.

Day twelve: today we went to the argentina zoo. which was /awesome. they had these weird animals just sort of running loose and they sold food you could feed them. one was a patagonian hare, (or patagonian cavy, or a mara...) which is this half rabbity half deer thing... it was bizarre looking. we also saw a thing called a coypu rat, which swims, got a rattish tail and kind of looks like a beaver. it was weird. and then there were the random animals. giraffes, elephants, tigres, pumas, red pandas... oh, and red pandas. they are so awesome, look it up, i dare you. we refer to them as racoon dogs, because thats what it looks like, but its this asian animal that has a cuteness factor of awesome. i shall share pictures later perhaps. after finishing, we went to this pizza place, where i had some of the best pizza i have ever had, it was great, and we came home. now i type this, and i think we go to the meeting later on. so.

and then yesterday...

was kind of boring, really...
Day eleven: We didnt wake up early today, and lazed around most all day. i enjoyed this, stayed at home most of the time... then papi had to go to school, so we decided to hit a museum, and come back, just to say we did something. the history museum wasnt as interesting as we'd hoped, but i did get to see some authentic daguerreotypes, which was fun. we stayed at home a bit more, then followed papi to school. and then went to the meeting.

Sorry about that.

Just when i was getting good at getting on everyday (2ce in a row. >.<) i stopped.
Day ten: papi woke us up rather early this morning, early being about 9.30. im sure that counts. anyway, we got up and went to an authentic argentine protest, which was cool. We managed to block off one of the main roads in the city and marched for a little bit that way, which was fun. we stayed until about 2, when my stomach was making itself known, and headed home with warm ham and cheese sandwiches. i picked up some stuff, and then we went to the school, for papi to edit, and then went to the meeting.

ack

this blogger=doesnt want to blog tonight.
waayyy tired.
but i think i should.
what to do...
ok, really quick like... (not that im ever long winded about anything. )
Day nine: yargh.
9.00- wake up, hang out in pjs.
10.00- go downstairs. get on computer.
11.00- still on computer.
12.00- still on computer.
1.00- off to florida shopping street.
2.00- chillin on florida.
3.00- buy earings.
4.00- grocery store. sometime in here, get lunch.
5.00- on computer while mum makes yummy dinner.
6.00- eat dinner. leave for meeting.
7.00- have arrived at UCA, on computer, while people edit.
8.00- on computer.
9.00- on computer.
10.00- in meeting started b/w 9-10 ish. on computer.
11.00- meeting done. on computer.
12.00- a student needed a new assignment, went to cafe for dad to discuss.
1.00- some time between 12-1, arrive home.
done.
tiredddd....

Finally caught up. ish.

Day eight: not a whole lot happened today. i went to a morning meeting. we went to the bank. got our laundry dropped off. ate lunch. and then we watched the argentina.greece game. which was totally awesome. contrary to what those of you who know me might think, i really like to watch sports i just hate playing them. it was a lot of fun; we went to a bar.cafe down the street from our place, and watched the game with all the crazy argentinian fans, drank a submarino(an argentinian hot chocolate) and watched people go crazy over the ¨"GOALLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!" every time argentina scored against greece. which was fun. and then i spent the rest of the day wasting away being lame. =)
and now im at the meeting.

and then i have bad days.

Day seven: i was sick. it sucked. (slept for 8-12 ish hours)
... and then i went to the nightly meeting.

onward and upward!

Day six: We had sunday to be awesome, so, we went and visited a walking street with street vendors called Defensa St. in the morning, they had an old antique block, where people just showed up with random antiques and sold them on the street. we managed to find an interesting market with all sorts of really cheap produce, and so, we got bananas,plums and oranges. on an unrelated note, i found out yesterday that i like foreign yogurt, but not american yogurt. weird.anyway, if you walked farther on, you find various types of street vendors and street performers, which was great. there was a man dancing tango with a maniquin, some guy with parrots (dont know why though), guys with guitars, and the invisible man, all trying to get money from passing tourists. we found a man selling chocolate dipped churros (delicious) and people selling awesome craftmanship stuff. now im really hungry. at the end of defensa, we found a plaza mayo, which houses the argentinian equivalent to our "white house", and a ridiculous amount of pigeons. it was crazy awesome. we walked back at this point, and i think we took a nap. but im not sure. and then i went to the nightly meeting.

but i really dont remember this day.

Day five: we did stuff. it was great. but i dont remember what we did. maybe i´ll ask mum. sorry!
actually, now that i have thunked about it, we did switch apartments with some other people of the project. we no longer live in the noise jungle that was across the street from the bar. its a bit quieter and stuff now. so, nice.
ya, and then i went to the nightly meeting.

schwinnnggggg.

Day Four: Not much happened yesterday. we went for orientation at the argentinian school, UCA, where we got a lecture about the importance of this, that and the other thing, what to do if this, that or something else happens, and be safe by doing this, that and otherwise. i tried my hardest not to fall asleep, but that didn’t happen. i passed out halfway through, and woke up slightly after “what to do if you get whistled at in the street”, which was confusing and a bit amusing. they were nice enough to give us a lovely lunch, which consisted of some yum bread, tomato sauce with some random kind of pasta and a drink. which i’m sure you are all really interested in. afterwards, we trekked over to find the j-school at UCA, and have a meet and greet with the argentinians. Fun stuffs. i thought it was amusing at some points (there was a guy with a t-shirt and black gloves. he had Style.) we then got horrendously bored, so, we went and found a store, bought phones for the project, and then, i went to the nightly meeting. (a meeting for the photogs. i show up every once in a while...)


... so i found a word doc i had it on.

i am behind

right.
Day four- I just realized exactly how behind i am in posting. >.< our first day in argentina was relaively uninteresting, just recoup and rest. i dont remember much else, i apologize...

poetry....

Day three: I can hear the city of buenos aires moving, humming and drumming around me. i feel lost in the sea of sound and unfamiliarity of this city, and i am surrounded by the chaos of life, alone. why am i waxing poetic? well. serious sleep deprivation, complete alienation, and i think im dehydrated. but thats not the point. the point is that we finally made it to argentina! finally. i was beginning to think it would never happen. right now, im (trying to) lie down and unwind, but all i can hear is the buses and complete strangers conversation in spanish. and im so tired, but its only ten according to evil jet lag, and so. whatever. in anycase, after we staggered off of the long and decidedly horrendous flight to santiago, we had to chill in the chilean airport for four hours to catch the connecting flight. i found a (very expensive) can of diet coke, and took a hour or so bit of nap. we took off a bit after noon, and suffered another three hour flight. im sure we were quite the sight- a group of 18 haggard looking collegestudents, teachers and kids barely alive if not for the promise of clean clothes. praying that we would all receive our luggage, we flagged down a flight attendant, gently interrogated the poor man, and rejoiced when luggage was retrieved and handed to us. some poor soul was sent to pick us up in all our glory, and for the life of him couldnt speak a lick of english. well, we got straightened and he brought us to our apartment (more on that when im actually awake) where we prompt ly changed, napped and offed to eat dinner. shortly thereafter, we met with the students, discussed various things and now im in bed. sorry. its not too coherent, but it’ll be better tomorrow, i hope....

hulu was a great idea.

Day two: the next morning found me in better spirits as we (well, I) got up at the crack of 10, and showered, lamented the distinct lack of suitcases which were in the airport, and adventured off to find the nearest connivence store for caffeine and maybe breakfast. i indeed found an adventure as i walked 10 minutes down the street that was (sorry) vaguely reminiscent of downtown Durham. after my probably unnecessary jumpy walk, i found a family dollar/dollar general/i forgot what it was called store and got my precious caffeine. Immensely pleased with myself, i power-walked/jogged back to the hotel, where i related the story to my familia. by this point, we had the clock turned to 11 thirty or roundabouts, so we straightened room business and went to the waffle house to eat. i had 3 small cheeseburgers, thanks to which has saved my appetite until round about 10. we then went back to our rooms, where i watched a few tv episodes, and edited a paper (still not done.) and generally was a lazy bum. my mom and sister went off on their own adventure to find the store afore mentioned, and came back with swim shorts. we scrounged t shirts from the overnight bags given to us by delta the night before, and went swimming! i hate swimming, but that was a ton of fun. go figure. i valiantly came back to attempt to continue working on the paper, and ended up just watching more hulu tv. off to subways for dinner, hopped to the airport, and caught another awful plane. hate planes too. someone needs to develop teleportation. anyway, the flight was round abouts 9 hours long, or so, and true to my increasingly more so insomniac self, i slept about 30 minutes of it. i’m cool. :)

i refuse to proofread for gramatical errors.

To the brave and noble souls not reading my blog, i have to begin documenting this trip to argentina. Get ready for the awesomeness.
Day one: We set out for argentina yesterday (wellll, by this point, its 2 days ago. and by the time i get internet to actually post this, it’ll be 3 or 4 days ago... but technicalities.) in the late afternoon, spirits high, laptops packed, camera gear ready, only to find at the airport that the plane was to be delayed in our home airport for around 4 hours due to the weather preventing landing at the airline hub we were going to go to. (lorrrrdd have mercy...) Eventually we did end up getting on the plane, and were airborne within the turn of the 5th hour. when we finally did land, we found our gate was taken by another jet, and had to wait another hour to get into the actual airport. at this time, it well after midnight and we had missed our connecting flight. my father, being the “fearless leader” that he is, found us another flight tomorrow, albeit a bit more complicated (one more layover.), and a hotel for the night. thankful we didn't have to spend the night in an airport, we followed him to chase a shuttle (literally...) and crawled into bed at around four am. Sorry, but i hate atlanta...

fun stuffs.

So, this weekend I just was given my very own macbook pro :)
I am so excited! I can blog about the impending trip to Argentina for all the zero of you who do actually read this blog. huzzah. now, to find how to upload photos...

Dear World

I'm not really sure what I'd like to say to you, but this:
I love you deeply. I don't care what you do to me, or what I say to you, but please know that I will always forgive you. You are near and dear to my heart. I will always love you because God loves you, and God loves me.

-To a very special friend:
Dear, I love you so so much. I know that you have had your own battles and confidence and relationships are not as fluent as for some people, but I want you to know that I love you. Any time you have problems, or you're sad, please know that it really is an honor to be able to hear you and (I hope) help you along the way. You are amazing.

-To my darling love:
I love you so much. Sometimes I might not show it, but dear, you make my world go round. You are the cheese to my macaroni, peanut butter to my jelly, my bow to my violin. Thank you so much for picking me up. I really don't know what I would do without you. You have reached in so many times and saved my world, and I am so so so grateful to you. Please know that I love you and I am TOTALLY honored and ecstatic to be able to call you my darling. Thank you for being you.

I love you all, and I am glad to love you.
mariko

to add some regularity...

I think i should take on some sort of big Project to add some regularity to my posting. Like, reading the entire bible, or learning something new every day, or exploring random dictionary words, or reading an encyclopedia, or something equally awesome.
really...
I wonder what i should do.

I love everyone?

Earlier today, I was listening in on a conversation that I wasn't totally engaged in when I'm brought back to reality with a slightly deserved, but no less rude, "I hate her. She makes me angry every time I see her." I was startled back into the conversation not because of the content of the sentence, but by the familiarity of the statement. I say this periodically, when I come across someone who I disagree with or someone who is constantly rude. Thinking about this, I've realized just how truly nasty my sentiments have become. Just because someone makes me angry, or does something grossly rude and inappropriate does not give me the right to denounce one of God's creations.

God has put us all in the world for a reason. Not one person was created for no particular reason. If you think about it, you always take up space- physically and mentally. If one person were to disappear, that would change the surrounding peoples lives. You make the world different, in your own sphere. God loves us all, and meant for us all to have influence on something. If you hate one person, you hate all the people that your one hated person influences in a positive way.

Today, life is no longer the sacred miracle that it was in human history. Today, we watch movies that have endless killings and murders, war and pain- and its all meant for the entertainment of the viewer. In every day situations, we flippantly demean other people's ways of life, and think nothing of it. We easily down play the importance of each individual with out a second thought. Now, don't get me wrong- I live in this world and I am very guilty of these things as well ( I love action and historical war movies, and hate rude people who kill passion)- but something needs to change in this world. We can't ignore the importance of our neighbors, friends, enemies, colleagues, bosses, and family. Somethings got to give.

Inevitably, there are always two types of people in this world- the ones you like, and the ones you hate. I think that this should be radically changed. Wouldn't it be so cool if one day, you woke up and decided you would love everyone? You could connect with people, understand more, and possibly change a life. I would love it if the world could all love one another- even if something is making you angry, let it go. The world would change. Therefore, I'm challenging myself to be slow to anger and quick to forgive, to love everyone, to positively influence everyone around me. I love everyone. Even you.

shoot.

I'm trying to think of something interesting to say. Not going anywhere anytime soon.

of late nights and (heh) Diet coke...

Why do we even try anymore?
All this horrible stress over one study guide, one final, one concert that I will never remember in the future.
Why do I do these 3, 4, 5 am nights to myself, when in reality, I will never remember what I did 10, 5, 3, 2 years ago?
Actually, it's simple. In a few days, I'll be done with school (for the time being, anyway) and will be able to say I did work to (almost) the very best of my ability to glorify God. Because, at the end of the day, I will feel as if I have accomplished something- even if it's simply a paper, or concert, or dinner... all to thank God that I still have the ability to love everyone.
I see it like this: when I do something to glorify God, I do it to love God, me, and some completely random stranger that I may or may not know. God will use what I do for him to benefit someone else. Who knows? I might influence someone in a big, and (hopefully) positive way.
So, I guess what I'm saying is Love God, Love you, and Love the world.

Just a quick knot

WHY?

awesome.

1. The rate of Awesome aquired by me is given by the function f(x), where x=number of years. Find the total amount of awesome aquired by me.
hint:
take the integral of f(x) to find total amount of awesome.

HA>
i win.:)


Actually, today I didnt do so well in the maths. And really, I didnt have the idea myself. It's based loosely off an awesome comic called "xkcd". Sarcasm and math are awesome, even though I tend to hate math. go figure. (but I'm still cool in your minds, right? Right? mom?)

Wizards are hateful people.

I've always thought that having two blogs in one day is dorky. a bit, anyway, but the last doesnt count.

anyway, WHO LOVES THE VIOLIN?
That would be me. but, you know, after a while, even virtuosi like me (heh...i love me.) get completely burnt out after a while. Why would I do this to myself? Well, the Wizard of Wizard of Oz told me to. Now, I love the play- Musical. excuse me- , it's really cool, but who on earth, or in oz, would cast a D-flat major spell on the poor musicians? not me. frickin same thing as C sharp, which should go and dig a ditch, and stay out of music. wishful thinking I know. sigh.
For now though, I shall be "Of to see the Wizard" and go to rehearsal.

(This really feels weird. I'm not sure about this "blogging thing" yet. merhhh)

love,
me.

Right. I'm off

I was once told that blogging should cleanse my slightly less than calm spirit.
That is ridiculous. I dont really know that though, so I may as well. And perhaps provide a laugh along the way. Really- please just feed my imagination.
In anycase, I dont know if anyone actually really will read this (because this feels way weird, talking to a computer) and I really doubt it. But again. Willing suspension of disbelief and all that.