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?