Random musings

- currently getting sick. I'm supposed to take these homeopathic pills - 2 every 15 minutes for 2 hours and then 1 every hour until my symptoms go away - ... too bad I forget the 15 minute thing

- moved into my new dorm. Almost set off the fire alarm cooking. No big deal. Not only did I have to adjust to my stove at home, I have to adjust to this one at school too. Damnations. I'm still not used to how fast American stoves cook food BUT I didn't burn my food. My salmon, mixed veggies, and rice was wonderful.

- STILL waiting on my package with my clothing. It needs to get here TODAY cuz I have nothing else to wear. Uh oh.

- Have to finish my Jersey Shore marathon.

- Have to start my Entourage: Season One marathon.

- Don't you love when a song comes up on your iPod that you never really gave a chance, and when you finally sit down to listen it's thebomb.com? It's either good cuz you found a new gem or bad because you've been missing out all this time.

- I hope that the UN and everyone who CAN do something for Haiti does.

- Campus is semi-dead. I kinda like it. Can't wait to be abroad this year again aka anti-social.

- My sister cried before I left. She's never done that before. Needless to say that made me cry too. I hope she'll be alright, but she's a trooper so I'm not too worried.

- Last night I watched this video on Illuminati and how it's prevalent in the music industry. I don't believe it cuz I actively don't believe that stuff (ghosts, demons, etc.) HOWEVER, if it is true, wowsers. If it's not, the person who made the video/connections has a FABULOUS imagination.

The end.

Google it

Howdy. Hope that your holiday season, if you celebrate, was fabulous.

I always think it's ...not so much rude... but interesting that people automatically assume that you celebrate the holiday season. Yes I understand that a large majority of people do, but let us not forget that there are some who don't believe in the commercialization of these two months.

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Yeah.

So essentially, I hope that these past few weeks have been grand. Not because people tacked a special meaning to them, but because they were another day that you could see. Ya dig?

Anywho.

I'm currently working on a paper that is due on Friday for an art class I took in Greece. Their semester doesn't end until the end of January so technically I still have school. Ain't that some ish.

So blah dee da, I'm sitting here, struggling like none other because, let's be honest, I'm not programmed to work between mid-December/January (thank you US school systems for being so lenient), and the few times I can focus I can't find the necessary material I need to support my paper.

Just now I hopped onto Google (one of the best things about the world wide web. I wish I came up with it) and tried a new set of search terms and boom! Just like that, everything I need to finish this bad boy is laid out for me.

And this got me thinking:

You can search and search all you want, but until you ask the right question, using the right words, you will never get the answer you want.

You'll get something close to it, something that could suffice, but doesn't fulfill your exact specifications.

What does this all mean?

I guess just know exactly what you're searching for or you'll have a hard time finding it, if at all. There are thousands of results out there; narrow them down by using the right keywords.

Goodness. I should write fortune cookies... or something.

Love Rain

Woooooosah. I feel like I need a French beret hat, some bongos, and a steaming cup of cappuccino. *Snaps snaps snaps*

No definition

Today I was cruising around iChat (in ninja mode of course. I wasn't feeling very social) and saw the following away message from a male friend:

Fact of the day: every girl wants to be publicly claimed and the name matters more than the relationship

...What da quaaaaa?

Although I strongly dislike when people generalize with the word every I think he does, kinda sorta for the most part, have a point.

Everyone wants some form of acknowledgement. To some it's a simple look when they enter a room, for others it's a verbal verification that their presence is noticed. In terms of the kind of people Mr. Fortune Cookie was referring to, they need their private status to be publicly known in order to get personal satisfaction.

Example:

While abroad, two of my friends were hit by Cupid's arrow. One day the female, J, came to a group of us upset because, after spending all day with D, he 'ignored' her when she walked into a common area. She explained that they made dinner together, watched a movie, yada yada, but as soon as they got around people he acted like he didn't know her.

As a friend of both people involved and living with them in the same dorm, I can tell you that this was the furthest thing from the truth. Everyone in the program knew that the two were an item and it was obvious that they were both hit hard by the aforementioned arrow.

So what more did she want?

In her words: 'acknowledgement'

My question to her, and others like her, is what more acknowledgement do you need? If you know that, at the end of the day, you're the last person (s)he's going to talk to before going to sleep, if you know you can turn to them whenever, if you know that you're the one who comes to mind when a certain song comes on, blah dee blah, then why does it matter if other people know?

Now I'm not saying to have a secret relationship. That may work for some, but not for others. All I'm saying is why is a label so important? All boyfriend, girlfriend, wifey, boo, etc. are are words. What if Webster had given their definition to hangnail... or sashquat? Extreme, but seriously. You know what you are. Why does it matter if your friend Cindy Loo-Who finds out through Facebook? None of those words can truly capture the the joy, the happiness, the trials, or the tribulations of two people who choose to spend their time together.

To me, labels are necessary when you need to remind yourself of what something is such as labeling a document or can of peaches. Now this mentality can be because I've never been in a situation where any of this was necessary, but I would like to think that my lack of experience has nothing to do with it. As long as you and the person you're with are happy, why put a label on it? Why let the public into your private matters? Hakuna matata. Let things play out and whatever happens happens.

I can completely understand wanting some public acknowledgement. After all if you can't claim me in public you can't have me in private, meaning don't act as if I'm just another person on the street when you see me, but then expect to be all lovey dovey when we're alone (unless of course you both agree on this beforehand). At the same time, I'm me and you're you... we don't need to be joined at the hip (actually I'd strongly dislike that and get bored with you quickly). I think the strongest couples are those who spend time apart because, once they get together away from the public eye, they can re-discover the reasons why they chose each other.

I dunno. To each their own. I just personally think that if you need other people to see what you have then you're not confident in the strength of your bond with another.

I leave you with this track from Mario, one of the most underrated R&B singers around:

On the true tragedy of it all

You know how, whenever reporting the end of someone's time on earth, people often refer to it as a 'tragic death?' Well, isn't that kind of redundant? Death is a permanent thing. Yes it one of the few things guaranteed to us, but that doesn't take away from the sadness of it all. No matter who someone is or what they did during their time among us, them losing the opportunity to feel the warmth of the sun or go through the simple complexity of inhaling and exhaling is, in itself, a tragedy. So why state the obvious? Every death is tragic, whether they starred in blockbuster films or sat outside asking for change. Now I'm not gonna sit here and act holier than thou, because I know I'm as guilty of taking things for granted as the next person, but every now and then tidbits such as this pop into my head.

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That is all.

Space - the final frontier.

Regardless of your beliefs, religious or scientific, there is no way in goodness that you can deny the awe that the following photographs inspire. What I couldn't give to be able to see these in person:

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Imagine, we're just a little dot in all of that. No matter what problems you have, whether or not you make your deadline, get the person your heart desires, win the lottery... none of that has any effect on the larger picture. Goodness. There is so much more out there and yet we often get caught up in the moment and what we want/need/think/feel when the truth is that at the end of the day none of that matters. The world will keep spinning, the stars will keep twinkling... the only thing that you can control is whether or not you'll take it all in. Wowsers.

To the Big Man Upstairs, kudos. You are quite the artist.

No direction

So yeah. There is really nothing in specific that I need to touch on, but so much I need to get out so let's begin shall we?

- I'm home. It's not as weird as I thought it would be, but it's noticeably different. Borderline painfully so.

- As soon as I walked through the front door I cried. Then I sucked it up because I hate seeing my mom cry and we usually set each other off.

- Love Jones is a fabulous movie. The soundtrack is equally official.

- The Young Money album is better than I thought it would be, as is Lil Wayne's rock album. Please note that I said better than I thought. They will need some time getting used to.

- While I speak about music, if you have not done so, please get familiar with Robin Thicke. He is amazing.

- My hair turned brown. I dunno how, but it did. I kinda like it.

- Even though I miss the people I just spent the last three months with, I'm horrible at keeping in touch. I really need to work on that.

- It's cold. That means it's cuddling season. Ha.

- If you have to ask the question, then the answer is most likely no.

- Just because you know the above doesn't mean that you'll be completely satisfied, so go ahead and ask it. Once you get the answer, act accordingly.

- I sometimes get breathe/breath, loose/lose confused. For the latter I just think of baseball.

- Sometimes laughter truly is the best medicine. If that doesn't work, there's always hot cocoa or peppermint tea.

- 2009 is almost over. What have you done with your year? If you're not thoroughly pleased, no worries; there are 14 days left. Get busy.

- I don't believe in letting a calender determine who I am. If I see something that needs to be adjusted, I try my best to do it when it's brought to my attention. In other words, I don't believe in resolutions.

- Tiger Woods was named athlete of the decade with 56 of 142 votes. This makes me extremely happy. Congrats homie. Considering that you single handedly changed a sport, you deserve it. Keep your head up and your pants zipped. And to those fools with their sob stories: Silly rabbit, of course you weren't the only one! If he cheated WITH you of course he cheated ON you.

... ok. I think I' all random-ed out. Hope you have a splendiferous day.