I should probably be doing my physics homework.

It's better to keep it all in.
The soft souvenirs of our past slowly slithering into sight
All the while I try to prevent their resurface.
Funny how I can still be hung up on every word from miles away
And as we stare at the same moon, I wonder if you ever think about me.
We were once one soul underneath the celestial star;
Now it seems like the physical distance is not our only separation.
As we head down different paths in life, you are still in my thoughts.
My prayers.
My heart.
But you'll never know.
I've loved you for so long.

The Last Supper

My last post. What a year it's been. It has come circle before I would ever know it. I remember my feelings one year ago when I was one of those kids on the tours. I remember how awkward it was when the tour guides would try to walk backwards and trip. I remember udging the cafeteria based on how soft their cookies were that day. I swear I feel like I graduated yesterday. So I have four full days left at Skidmore. I'm both sad and happy. But I can't wait to go home :) That is all. Goodbye for now.

5 mayo 2011

So in less than a week from today, I'll be home. How do I feel about this? SUPER PUMPED! I used to think that's all I would be, but I've already made plans with people from school that I'l miss. Me and a couple friends are going to go on a roadtrip to Vermont and go cliff jumping, water tubing, boating, etc.... a.k.a. epicness. Another couple of my friends want to go visit our friend from Maine. Her family owns an island that you have to take a ferry to get to so that's going to be fun fun fun (yeah!) The only thing that sucks is that my internship for this summer fell through already. I don't know what I'm going to do. Probably work in retail. But still. I turned down being a counselor at summer camp for this, and now there's no going back. Sorry I've been blabbing this whole post, I guess I don't know what else to say. I guess to all the people reading this, good luck with finals!

Theorist Shmearist

(Note: This was supposed to be posted yesterday it saved as a draft instead) So this assignment's got me thinking.... what's the deal, Bruner. Are you telling me that every single encounter I have with the world is indirect? That's crazy talk. But then again, the man has a point. I've been racking my brain trying to decide whether there is one standard happening for which all people have the same interpretation. For most instances of the world, though, the different perspectives of an audience give rise to how particular things can be viewed in different ways. Maybe that's why I'm not a Studio Art or English major. I like it when there is an algorithm to arrive at a standard answer, which is why I'm a more science-oriented kind of girl. Language arts opens up a whole new spectrum of subjectivity that is specific to tone, style, syntax, etc. You never know if you really "got it" when you hand in a paper, or even a reaction for a piece of artwork. Who would have known that Bruner's ideas mediated my life track.

You.

Sun doesn't shine. Food doesn't taste. Hours pass like minutes. Close your eyes, feel the rays, warm your skin. Breathe out, breathe in. Can't get enough of your weightless air. Smother me, engulf me, hold me in your arms. Gentle lips brush mine. Touch me and my heart flutters. Hazel eyes that radiate in the light. Brighten my world, stay with me forever. Enlighten me with your quintessential being. Hold my hand, spin me around. Laugh, and laugh, and laugh all over again. Beautiful smile immediately influences mine. Have no cares in the world, no sense of any time but now. Freeze this moment and capture it in a photograph. Remember us. You are the best thing that's ever been mine. Thoughts of you and I in sweet summertime.

No Subject

Gah. I'm upset. The week before spring break I had saved a incomplete draft about The Labyrinth to be finished after midterms, but I waited too long and it is now gone. Honestly, I can't remember much of the movie at this point, perhaps because I have blocked it out as a repressed memory. In any case... I'd recommend this movie to someone who enjoys seeing a cross-dressing David Bowie, awful 70's workout music, or just plain horrible stage sets. KIDDING (but not really)! Although I can't remember much, I do remember the feminist undertones illustrated by the female protagonist's cries of "You can't control me!" in a defiant near the end of the whole movie. Not gonna lie, it reminded me of the Wizard of Oz. She goes on a magical journey to complete a mission and meets some unordinary friends along the way. Can this plot symbolize the monomyth? After all, the female heroin was called to action as she set forth to save her baby brother, but I can't recall her denying the call. I could be wrong, but this would essentially disprove that theory. Anywho, one of the more interesting quotes that stuck with me about the movie was "Nothing is ever as it seems" (or something along those lines). I distinctly remember this being said sporadically throughout the movie. It just made me realize how this general quote could apply to life in so many ways. Maybe you have that one professor and/or student that ticks you off, but there may be something in their lives that made them that way. It seems as though we have no sympathy for people nowadays and just judge, judge, judge. We assume behaviors are a result of that person's temperament, but hardly do we ever cut them slack to blame it on the situation at hand. Wow, I forgot how stress-relieving blogging was. My life has just been so busy since I got back to school. Speak of the devil, I have lots of reading/studying/homework to do with my name written all over it (literally). Ta ta for now, dear friends.

Attention:

This is the pre-post to a post I plan on making later, after watching The Labyrinth. So excited. I feel like I'll definitely have some ideas to toss out and I'm ready for a free-for-all. Are you?

Coo-coo-cachu.... Haiku

I don't know about you guys, but I get some of my best ideas from the shower. On standing under the constant stream of hot water last night, I wondered how I could describe my day. A poem? No, too long. I was too tired for that. Then clicked the idea.... a haiku! Why? Because they're AWESOME! I had totally forgotten about haikus until that very moment, and needless to say it was mildly bothersome. I remembered how much fun we had with these in elementary school. However, we have more freedom to arrange them now in our older age because of our developed wit. Oh, W;t -- a book we had to read in English class last year. Anyway, for those of you that may not be familiar with a haiku, it is 3 phrases made of 17 syllables total- the first phrase being 5 syllables, the second being 7, and the third being 5 again. Here are some sample haikus.

Winter Haiku:
I wake, reluctant;
Too cold to get out of bed
But I need to pee.

or another

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator.

Before I head to class in 10 minutes, I'm going to try one of my own. It's actually pretty lame but whatevs, I have to pack up for class.

Want to be back home
Take showers without flip flops
Armenian food.


Included is this song because well.... I'm a sleepyhead. Why, you ask? Because living the midterm life is horrible.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=na1OdO30Yp8

2 kewl 4 skool

Having just come back from an RA interest meeting and been reminded of the tough freshman transition to college, I've been reflecting on my high school vs. college experience so far. What was it about high school that made me so emotionally attached and bittersweet about my departure? Surely it wasn't the routine 7:30-2:30 school day, the restricted on-campus lunches, or the ridiculous amount of work that kept me up late most nights. Could it have been the assuredness of seeing the same faces since 6th grade along with the familiarity and comfort felt with the faculty? Methinks yes. The fondest memories come to mind when I think of senior year; the closeness of personal relationships established with staff was priceless. I could count on the same teacher every fourth period during my study hall and during her free period that would allow me and a group of friends to work in her room, whether we needed help with calculus or whatnot, or even just to chat and entertain us with thoughts. I remember it was during those times when we discussed how we thought just how college would be different than what we were used to, how forward we were looking to graduation (including not making up snow days- perks of being a senior) and what aspect we would miss about high school the most. It was also during those times when we would express our anticipations for studying "abroad"- and by abroad I mean not in Massachusetts. There were a couple of us headed toward different locations- one girl to Chicago, another to Washington D.C., me to New York, and even a girl to Canada. We discussed how our lives were in our hands and how we were still too young to decide where our futures would lead us. When we weren't discussing the heavy topics, we reveled in the little joys: Harry Potter references, nerdy jokes, hunky male actors, etc. Regardless of whether or not we were engaged in serious discussion, there would always be a way to make jokes, crack some smiles, and relieve some stress. Among the major events that marked senior year, including Prom and Senior Awards Night, I would weigh these little events with the same potency. In all, it was times like these that I would miss the most.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7B--3cId-YE

La Fuerza.

When life gets the best of you, you have to remember the best of it.

You can't accept every blow, you've got to roll with every hit.

For when things are looking down, you've got to keep on looking up-

Ignore what the fortuneteller tells you what your future will be by simply reading a cup.

Control your own destiny, set your own path,

Do not go out to make other's lives miserable in the spite of your own wrath.

Accept life for what it is and not dwell over the unjust

Because every action must

Have an equal and opposite reaction.

Why live in the dark when you can seize the day?

At the start of each morning, it's you who decides on which path to stay.

Either the path lit by the sun's golden rays, or the path that diminishes in a never ending haze.

This week I've been very pensive and haven't really expressed my feelings to many people. It's been a rough weekend, with this iconic holiday marking the icing on my cake of fabulosity. In my state of being bummed I felt inspired to write, in hopes that a motivational poem of my own would spur something inside me to help me feel better. In that respect, this poem wasn't written to please my audience, but moreso functioned as a cathartic release of emotions that have been cumbersome to my mentality. I've never really been too fond of my writing, but I am glad that this blog entry helped to release some of the things off my chest. Hopefully next week's blog entry will be more entertaining.

-A.

Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me

In the spirit of the ever-changing world, I've decided to abandon my old theme of the weather and create an ever-changing blog. This forum will be influenced by topics that spark my interest and will differ on a weekly basis. In essence, I hereby present to you the theme of not having a theme. Featured in this issue.... is the song of the week! The reason why I chose this song is because of the oh-so-anticipated Valentine's Day. Sure, it's great for all the on-campus couples, but what about those who are not able to see their "valentine" or worse- do not have one to begin with? In my opinion, it's become a cultural norm as something in which you MUST partake but I argue that if you care about a person so much, every day should be approached with the same sentiments expressed on February 14th. So this Valentine's Day I challenge you not to obsess over who your valentine is, but rather how this day is different from any other once you deduct the monopolization of Hallmark. All my loving, Alina.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWvurnpKjE4

8 n' counting

I woke up this morning to flurries of snow making themselves the central focus of my windowseat view. Having heard through the grapevine (this being so since I no longer watch the news due to the absence of a t.v.) that this would be a near torrential snow storm, I couldn't help but wonder whether the increasing amounts of snow would serve as foreshadowing for my life at school. Just as I had predicted, the accumulating snow would indeed correlate to my increasing amounts of homework. Also, the whiteness of the untouched snow in the quad could signify the innocence and purity that a new semester brings. A blank slate, if you will. You can choose to either maintain the virgin snow or jump right in and tarnish what could have otherwise remained perfect. Today, I decided to walk past the snow.

Continuation of Heading

(In continuation of the heading because of the 500 character word limit) Will the rain in your paper cup be your source of entertainment for the day, as you and a couple friends parade around in bathing suits and dance or jump in the puddles? Will it allow you to take the day off and snuggle in the depths of your bed while indulging in a romance novel? Can you sleep in during the morning and hear raindrops drumming gently at your window? Or will you choose to not accept the rain in your life and engross yourself in a medley of videogames? Like it or not, the weather governs a large part in how you structure your day, but whether Mother Nature cooperates is to be continued...