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The final trivia question that gave us the win at Charlie G's tonight:
List the following in the order of their death, from earliest to latest:The answer? Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison. Dorsher is amazing.
Jim Morrison
Janis Joplin
Jimi Hendrix
Bryan Jones (founder of the Rolling Stones)
It's raining... and for some reason, it just feels right.
Wayne has had some cool quizzes up in the past couple days. I'm not a big quiz person, but I couldn't resist taking this one:
 | You are Kermit! |
More people read my blog than I thought. That is kind of scary, but kind of cool, too.
Argh, Geocities sucks. Why did they have to go and shut down FTP access? Now all my images that I have saved on Geocities and that I've linked before on my blog are gone. And for some reason, it won't even let me link to a .jpg file using a text link (see the link to my geek glasses picture two posts before this one). Eh. Sucky.
Movies I need to watch/re-watch (written down here mostly for my own good):
I dream sometimes of a different me.
The other day, while I was listening to smooth jazz music at the President's Concert, my mind wandered, and I mused of a future twenty-something me.
I'd be three inches taller, slim, sophisticated. I'd wear cool t-shirts, mostly concert t-shirts bearing witness to my favorite bands, a worn-in leather jacket, and tailored jeans; I'd have long, perfectly straight black hair that would fall gently in front of my eyes, and that I could do cool stuff with. The only makeup I couldn't live without would be lip balm. Some days I'd wear my contacts, and other days I'd wear my geek glasses.
I'd live in some bustling city in California or New York, read the paper in coffeeshops, be up-to-date with the news, and have, for once, opinions on current events because I'd be informed about them. I'd have a great CD collection, with real CDs, not burned ones, of good, quality music. And I'd have a quality book collection, too.
I'd have a job in the web design and programming business, perhaps. But I'd also be a musical prodigy who could have gone to music school, but decided not to; who still practices violin often and learns pieces on her own, and who also plays piano and guitar on the side, just so she can play and sing along with all the songs she hears on the radio.
I'd have eyes with depth and expression, that would flash fiery when I'm angry and twinkle when I laugh, the way authors describe their heroine's eyes in books. I'd be witty. I'd laugh readily, be good at conversation, but not talk excessively.
I'd know how to cook.
I'd still watch the Discovery Channel.
I'd have friends much like the friends I have now, a close-knit group of people who know how to have a good time and who love good music, conversation, and food as much as I do. Maybe we'd go out drinking Friday nights, or to karaoke bars, or to clubs. ;) Maybe I'd drink, but of course, always in moderation, and people would say I'm make a cute drunk, and smile and want to put their arm around me and and walk me home when I started getting tipsy. I wouldn't be afraid to get down and dirty on the dance floor, because I'd look good doing it.
I'd be single.
I'd subscribe to Rolling Stone, in addition to Discover and National Geographic, and every Sunday or so I would just spend early mornings in bed with the latest issues and read them all cover to cover, with the window open and the sun streaming in.
I'd work hard at my job, and I'd make enough money to not have to worry about it. I'd buy a new CD occasionally, go to concerts often. People would love me. Life would be good.
Let me ride
Let me ride
Burn my eyes
Let me ride
--Live, "Lakini's Juice"
I'm at home for the weekend, which I'm very much starting to regret. Erin and Patrick, both friends from high school (Erin's home from Northwestern on spring break), called me a few minutes ago to see if I wanted to go play midnight frisbee at Centennial Olympic Park downtown. I asked my parents if I could go, and they objected, especially my dad, who made up a whole bunch of excuses about how it wouldn't be safe, and that I wouldn't have anywhere to park, etc., etc., etc.
So I'm pretty bummed out, annoyed and angry. I suppose I could have just got into the car and left--it's not like they could have stopped me or anything, but I'd rather make a statement by being miserably obedient and doing what they want... you know? I've closed the door and I've turned up the music (Foo Fighters' The Colour and the Shape) loud in hopes that my parents realize that I'm upset, and feel bad about it. If they bring it up again tonight, I'll just give them a dismissive glance and say, "Whatever," and go back to ignoring them.
As much as I want to go hang out with Erin and Andy and Patrick and play midnight frisbee, I actually don't think that's what's bothering me. I'll see them all during the summer, and there'll be plenty of frisbee then. What bothers me is that if I had stayed at Tech, this wouldn't even be an issue. Erin and Patrick would have picked me and Andy up, we would have gone over to Centennial Park and played frisbee until 3 am in the morning. I wouldn't have had to worry about curfew or about calling my parents to let them know I'm okay, or any of that. And I wonder whether my parents realize this... and realize that they need to start letting go.
This just adds to the doubts I've had recently about how college isn't really college yet because I go home so often on the weekends...
But even before Erin and Patrick called, even when the only plans I had had for the night were to just sit around and catch up on some reading and watch TV--I had felt this sense of discontent when I first got home. When I walked in, Christine was asleep on the couch; I put down my laundry and my backpack, walked over and turned off the TV and the lights, and went upstairs to sleep, too. Christine didn't even stir, and even though this sounds kind of selfish, it kind of sucked not to have her greet me and be happy that I was home.
I don't know. Home is nice. But at the same time, I now find myself wondering what I might be missing back at the dorms: whether Sanjay might be having another movie night, or whether anything exciting is going on over on west campus.
Things are changing...
Asian Bastard wrote the following at the OscarBlog. It's eloquent, civil, well-put, and pretty much says exactly how I feel about the Oscars this year. You know, I really don't hate Ron Howard. And I'm really not bitter... anymore. It's just that, good God, Peter Jackson deserved it.
Tonight should have been Peter's night, frankly. Here was a guy who took a work many considered unfilmable and not only made it work, risking $300 million of New Line's money in the process, but created a masterful film infused with his personal vision and his blood, sweat and tears. If anyone exemplified what it means to be a film director last year, it's Jackson.
All I can say is, Jackson had better be up there on stage with Oscar Gold in hand come '04, or there's gonna be a rumble.
Last night I stayed up until around 3:30 am working on homework 10 for CS. And for some reason, I could not, for the life of me, code the first problem. I read the newsgroups, looked at the lecture slides and old homework examples, but none of it helped, and by the time I finally decided to give up and go to bed, I had not written one single line of working code. It was frustrating. I should have just saved my work and gone to bed when I realized I wasn't getting anywhere (which was around 1 am), but it was one of those things where once you start, you have to keep going until it works...
This morning I went to the computer lab and looked at it again, and after about half an hour, I got the first problem to work. The solution was painless and simple and I have no idea why I couldn't come up with it last night, other than I probably just wasn't thinking straight at 3 am in the morning.
Moral #1: If you ever take CS, and you get stuck on a problem, don't keep working aimlessly on it. Put it away, go look at something else besides your computer screen, and come back to it another time.
Except that I knew Moral #1 before. Branden gave me that advice a while back. So here's Moral #2: Listen to Branden more often.
And Moral #3: What am I doing blogging about my CS homework, anyway??
At imdb.com:
Legolas, Merry And Pippin Snubbed By AcademyThree British stars of movie blockbuster Lord Of The Rings were snubbed by Academy Award organizers and refused a ticket for last night's Oscars. Billy Boyd, Dominic Monaghan and Orlando Bloom starred in the first installment of the fantasy trilogy--which was nominated for 13 awards. The actors were flown into Los Angeles to join their co-stars at the ceremony--but Oscar organizers claimed the 3,500 seat Kodak Theater in Hollywood was packed for the bash, and there was no room for the trio. Despite the snub, though, the actors remained defiant and insisted they would make the most of their stay in Tinseltown. Bloom, who played elf Legolas in The Fellowship Of The Ring, said, "I'm going out to get drunk anyway." And Monaghan--who played hobbit Merry--added, "We have plenty of options for a night out. But the Oscars isn't one of them."
Onisha (one of my roommates) said to me the other day, "Jen, Nnenna and I have decided that you are random."
I smiled and responded, "Well, thank you."
That is one of the best compliments anyone has ever given me.
I vented myself out last night via AIM conversations and angry away messages, so I don't have anything more to say here except these three things: Peter Jackson is my hero, Lord of the Rings is still my movie, and I'm never going to see A Beautiful Mind. Ever.
I went to the ASYO's winter concert today. It was wonderful--to listen to the music, to see the concerto winners, and to see old friends.
It made me miss being in youth orchestra, though. So much.
Jennifer actually has a life, in list form:
there, and we watch The Godfather (which I have never seen before!). It's good.
The moral of this story? I haven't had this much fun, laughed so much, or felt so at ease with people in a long time. The past two weeks have been good. And I am finally starting to feel like I belong here.
My sister and I were stopping by my dorm Saturday night before going to see Cabaret at the Ferst Center, and earlier in the day I had (for one reason or another) taken my dorm key off my keyring. So I took my purse out of the backseat, rummaged around for my dorm key, found it, and then--without thinking--put my car keys in my purse (since I figured I wouldn't need them), threw the purse back into the car and slammed the door.
Then the realization hit me.
Locking your keys in the car and realizing it a second after you slam the door definitely ranks up there as one of the worst feelings in the world. Or maybe... I just haven't experienced enough. Hehe.
Anyway, everything worked out all right, though. The tickets got locked in the car, too, so we weren't able to go to Cabaret, which was disappointing, but at the same time, it had been a long day for both of us, and by the time my dad arrived at Tech with the spare key, we were ready to just go home. (Even though it was still pretty early at the time, and we probably could have caught the second half of Cabaret, we decided that it was kind of pointless not to be able to see the whole musical in its entirety.)
My dad surprised me by not being the least bit angry or annoyed that I had locked the keys in the car; when he drove up, I ran over and started apologizing and he just smiled, eyebrow raised, and said, "Eh, it's okay, it happens to everyone." And then he asked, "So you're not going to the show?" and we shook our heads, and he said, "Okay, then come home soon. Drive safely," and then he gave me a hug, got into his car, and drove away.
And then Christine and I looked at each other, got a few things from my dorm, loaded them into the car (with me checking every thirty seconds to see if I had the car key with me), and then got in, and drove back home.
Last Thursday's physics lab was interesting.
It was supposed to be an "easy lab," which means that we should have only been there for, maybe, two hours max. Instead, Josh (my lab partner) and I ended up staying there for almost the whole three hours. I suppose part of it was just because we kept making mistakes and having to re-record data, but in any case, we were still figuring out what to write for our discussion when the last person left, which meant that the only people in the room were me, Josh, our TA (who will eventually be the subject of a whole 'nother blog), the TA from the other side of the room, and the TA from the next lab period, who usually comes in early. Us and three TAs.
The TA from the next lab period, who's this funny, loud, black dude, comes over and teases us. "You guys are still here??"
I hang my head in mock-shame and say, "Yeeaahh... we suck." And then, smiling: "Hey, as long as you're here, wanna help? We can't figure out this last part. Why does a square wave produce a graph like this?"
He comes over, studies the graph, and shakes his head, laughing. "I have no idea."
Josh and I, now that the silence has been broken, ask our TA (a soft-spoken Chinese grad student with a heavy accent) for help: "Do you know why?"
He comes over, studies the graph, and puzzles over it for a while.
I offer, "Well, the prelab gives a chapter number... Josh, do you have the book with you?"
He does, and we find the chapter. Our TA reads it, and then sets it down in front of us and says unhelpfully but apologetically, in broken English, "That explains it. Read it."
We read it, but it doesn't really help, and I bitch about it and say exasperatedly, "Okay, well, I guess I'm just going to write something random down," but then we start dicussing the problem aloud, and finally (tired of hearing our confused talk, I guess), the TA from the other side of the room, who's been on the computer, looks over and says authoritatively, "The capacitor is a spring, the inductor is a mass, and the resistor a damper."
It's silent for a moment, and then me, Josh, and the funny TA look at each other. I don't really get it, still.
Then the TA from the other side of the room speaks up again. "Think of it in terms of mechanics..."
And he goes on to explain it a little better and hey, it finally starts to make sense! And then the funny TA from the next lab period says, "Man, I never would have thought of that," and we all laugh, and he and the TA from the other side of the room talk a little and make physics jokes, and it's pretty cool to see them interacting like that. Our TA, who's standing a little way away, is listening too, and he even laughs quietly at some of the things that are said.
I find out that the funny TA's major is not physics, but chemistry, and I ask him, "What are you doing TAing physics?"
And he laughs and says, "Eh, I like hanging out with the physics majors. They're more fun."
I sort of botch my way through writing a discussion, because Josh still has to write up his copy of the lab report, but it doesn't really matter whether I wrote a good dicussion or not because it was just cool, what just happened. It's cool because it's been a long time since I've gotten individual attention like that, which is gratifying. But it's also cool because... well, because I had gone into physics lab kind of tired, and at first when we were still stuck in there at 5 o'clock, all I wanted to do was finish the lab and get out. But instead, I ended up being part of a nice conversation. Nothing big. But it was pleasant.
And I learned a little bit about physics, too, which is always good. :)
This weekend was sort of strange and surreal.
Friday night, I picked up my sister from Chattahoochee High School, where she went to see a play. I stood outside, in front of the entrance, waiting for my sister, and watched the kids pour out. Most of them seemed so young to me, and as I looked around me to see old moms and dads getting out of their cars and, like me, stand at the entrance to wait for their kids, I felt so old (and conspicuous), even though I'm only a year or two older than most of these kids, and even though I probably still look like I'm in high school. But at the same time, I'd be surrounded by high-schoolers, and I felt as though if I didn't keep telling myself that I wasn't just another high-school student, that I was in college now, oooh, college! ...I would blend in and disappear, and... it was just... really weird.
And then Saturday I took my sister to an academic bowl tournament at Tech. Most of the teams competing were high schools around the Atlanta area. I did academic bowl my freshman and sophomore years of high school and a little bit my junior year, so it was all familiar to me, the buzz of teams waiting for the tournament to start, coaches chatting with each other. My sister handed me her notebook full of worksheets and made me quiz her on composers and British kings, and I was surprised at how much I still remembered. My coach, Ms. Edwards, was there with my sister and the rest of the JV team, still coaching. And uncannily enough, Darren Abernathy, who's a sophomore at Duke right now, was there too, home on break and helping out with the tournament. (A little background info: Darren is somewhat of a legend in Ms. Edwards's eyes. He was captain of the JV team when I was a freshman, which was the year that our team won the state championship.) He was an amazing captain, which of course has nothing to do with how I perceive him as a person, but we chatted amiably about college and all that. He did tell me that I still look as though I'm in high school, which I suppose is not really a compliment, but it was a nice conversation nevertheless.
And what else? I miss academic bowl; as geeky as it might sound, it was a lot of fun. Christine suggested that I stay and watch a few rounds, and, feeling nostalgic, I agreed. But while we waited for the tournament to start (it was running about 45 minutes late), I didn't know quite what to do with myself--I sat down on the ground a little distance off from the Milton JV team and watched them talking, laughing, making fun of each other, and then when they got bored I got a frisbee out from my car trunk and let them use it, and watched them play frisbee, but it was always that: watching.
It was like one of those scenes where someone goes back in time and sees a younger version of himself, and he's invisible to everyone there; all he can do is watch. That's what I felt like. Always detached from what was going on. Is it because I felt above it all? Maybe. Certainly if I had been part of it--part of the JV team, part of the tournament, as opposed to a college student who was just here to watch her sister for a little while--and I were standing off somewhere myself, I would definitely feel ostracized and antisocial. But because I wasn't part of it, I could affect my I-go-to-college-so-there demeanor. I'm not sure. Or maybe it was just because I just didn't know anyone there.
And then later that afternoon there was frisbee, with a bunch of old Milton people home from school. Also a return to high school, but in a good way. Matt was back from Johns Hopkins, Peter back from GSU, Harris back from FSU. There were even some of the younger frisbee kids who were still at Milton, like Jimmy James and Peter's brother Nathan. Wills Park, where we usually play, was full of Little League kids, and so we decided to go to Milton. We ended up playing on the football field (with some track team kids practicing pole vaulting at the other end who we laughed and pointed at), which hasn't happened since the beginning of last summer, and it felt really good, to look around and see the stadium where our graduation took place, and the old ugly tan building which is Milton High School off to the side, to look up and see the gorgeous blue sky, to feel the sun shining, and, best of all, the grass under my barefooted feet. :)
But it all reminded me of high school, again and again and again, in the mix of awkwardness and strangeness and familiarity and joy of the things that happened this weekend. It also made me realize that sometimes, even after almost a year of college under my belt, I still feel more like a high school student than a college student. I mean, I go home every other weekend, sometimes more. And sometimes I wonder whether I need to move on... you know?
My blog is one year old today.
Happy birthday, little blog. :)
One of these days I am going to buy some iron-on transfers and make myself a t-shirt exactly like this guy's. And then I'm going to wear it. I'm serious. How dorky would that be?
Beware the ides of March!
Last night was the most fun I've had in a really, really long time (which, I suppose, says something about how I need to get a life), but so much happened that I don't have time to blog about it just now.
And I still need to write about the ski trip, don't I? I'm so behind.
It's all good though, because this weekend is going to be productive. Fucking productive! I am determined to make it so.
Yesterday (March 14) was Taylor Hanson (of Hanson!)'s 19th birthday.
19! They're growing up so fast...
Just thought I'd share. ;)
SXSW is over, which means that all the a-list bloggers whose haven't been updating this past week because they've been at SXSW are back. With a vengeance!
Most of them also have picture galleries (or links to other people's picture galleries) up, and because I'm a big dork, I've browsed through some of them. SXSW sounded like a lot of fun. There was kickball, storytelling, and more. And dude! There was KARAOKE!
The weather: 71 degree, clear blue skies, gentle breezes.
The calc midterm this morning: I was expecting extremes, but instead, it was not too hard, but not that easy, either. I think I did all right!... but we'll have to see.
Looking foward to: Being able to chill and relax tonight, because for once, I don't have CS homework due tomorrow. Wayne coming to visit all us Techies tomorrow. The weekend. Taking my sister to see Cabaret Saturday at the Ferst Center. Good food at home.
Not looking forward to: Physics lab in another half hour. Why is it that on the one beautiful day of the week, I have classes all day long??
Feeling: Groovy (like the Paul Simon song!), nevertheless. Carefree. In love with the world.
It's been a good day.
So Madhu, the girl who's writing the article about blogging for the Technique--that I was complaining about yesterday (see post below), she calls me. I just got off the phone with her about ten minutes ago.
She calls me. And this how our conversation goes:
Me: Hello?Her: Hey Jennifer, this is Madhu, from the paper...
Me: Oh yeah! Narendhra told me you were writing about blogging this week...
Her: Yeah, and he also told me that you had a lot to say about it, and I'm a little pressed for time... and I was wondering, would you like to give me input? Or anything. (hurriedly) I could add your name to the byline and have it be a joint article, if you want. Or if you're too busy, it's all right, too...
Me: Oh! No, no, I'd be happy to talk about it! (sheepishly) Yeah, I did tell him how I had wanted to write about that... hehe.
Her: I'm so sorry, I didn't know that--I didn't mean to take it from you or anything, we were just talking about it at a meeting and...
Me: Oh, I know, it's all right, it's okay, I didn't... yeah.
(pause)
[Note: I may write well, but I'm not eloquent in person. At all. That is, if you haven't noticed yet.]Me: Well, I would definitely like to help! Oh gosh, um, I really don't know where to begin, though... maybe you could ask me a question, or something? Or... let's see... um, what do you have right now?
Her: Hmm... not really that much.
Me: Well, hmm, okay... I guess, I could just start talking... geez, argh, there's just so much to say, I wish I weren't doing this off the top of my head...
Me (thinking): Wow, I'm a hypocrite. I was just talking the other day about how there was so much I wanted to say about blogging, all the subtle stuff I could add, all the being profound. And now I'm not doing any of those things.Her: Okay, well, I emailed a bunch of people, but only one of them has emailed me back. But I know about Livejournal...
Me: (now that I have something to piggyback off of) Yeah! Livejournal's just one of the many weblog applications out there. There's also Blogger, Movable Type, GreyMatter...
(Half an hour and a lot of rambling geekiness later...)
Me: So yeah, there's just so many things you can do with weblogging. The potential... is amazing. And... man, I must really sound like a dork. (laughing nervously)
Madhu: No, hehe, it's all right. Thanks so much for your help...
Me: Oh, thank you... for letting me give my two--well, more like ten--cents! ...I'm sorry to flood you with so much information at once...
Madhu: It's all right. Thanks again.
Me: All right. Later!
Madhu: Bye!
I have more to say about this, but so many things are running through my head, and I'm excited about what just happened but annoyed at the same time because I have a calc midterm tomorrow and I haven't even begun to study for it, and... I have to go. Yeah. More tomorrow.
Narendhra just told me that someone else has beaten me to writing about blogging for the Technique. Arggghh!
I know what's going to happen when this week's paper comes out. I'm going to get a copy, read the article, and pick it to pieces. I'll note all the subtle things the author left out. I'll comment on the lack of insight about how blogging has revolutionized the internet. And I'll tell myself that I could have written a much better article.
Yeah, I know that's mean, but dammit, I really wanted to write about blogging. That was practically (okay, partly) the whole reason I started writing for the newspaper in the first place.
Sigh. Today sucks.
You know if I leave you now
It doesn't mean that I love you any less
It's just the state I'm in
I can't be good to anyone else like this
When all we wanted was the dream
To have and to hold, that precious little thing
Like every generation yields
The new-born hope unjaded by their years
--Sarah McLachlan, "Wait"
I think I just had the most awkward conversation I've had in a while. Um... today has been strange.
A mightygirl-style post:
Him: You look good today.
Her (turning around): What?
Him: You look... different.
Her: ....Thanks.
I'm going to go to bed early tonight. And I'm going to wake up early tomorrow and eat breakfast, and go to class, not-hungry and ready to pay attention.
Um.
So I feel like I owe you guys a nice, long post about the ski trip. And it's all here, in my head. It's just that I'm not in a very good mood right now. You know, what with spring break being over and school starting again. ;) So maybe I'll get to blogging about it later this week. Yeah.
Things are more or less back to normal around here, excepting a few sweaters that are draped randomly around the room, still wet from the laundry my mom did late last night. Everyone seems to have been re-energized by spring break. Me, I'm still tired. I skipped physics, dozed through calc, took a nap in the library, slept through health. I managed to stay awake through chem, but I don't think I've ever looked at my watch as many times as I did that class period. I was glad when classes were finally over, and I could come back to my room and take a nap.
I have at least three tests this week--I don't know how many, exactly--and I feel as though I should make a list, scribble stuff in my planner-that-I-haven't-used-since-the-beginning-of-the-year, I don't know. Anything to get organized. Anything to get motivated.
It's my dad's 51st birthday today. Happy birthday, Dad. I love you.
Um. I should go to sleep. I miss my ethernet connection.
I'm back! Right now I'm just chilling at home, catching up on people's blogs, savoring the last couple days of spring break, and recuperating from the ski trip. So I probably won't get around to blogging until later.
But if you're wondering how the ski trip went, it was fun. Really fun. :) And that's all I'm going to say about it, for now.
Oh, and I almost forgot. I'm leaving to go skiing tomorrow morning (well, technically, since it's after midnight, I guess it's today... and whee, I haven't packed yet), so this blog'll be on hiatus until Friday. It's been a while since I've gone out of town/on any sort of trip, and it'll be my first time skiing, so it should be interesting.
A whole five days without blogging! I don't know how I'll survive. ;)
Have a wonderful week, everyone. I know you'll miss me, but I'll try and remember to take lots of pictures, and I'll tell you guys all about it when I get back.
I just got home about an hour and a half ago from a full day of shopping. This morning, my sister and I went to an outlet mall about half an hour north of our house, spent about two hours perusing the stores without really buying anything, and then I hurried to drop her off at orchestra rehearsal at 2. She ended up being about 10 minutes late, which I felt kind of bad about, but Christine didn't mind, and we were laughing in the car on the way over there about what she could use as her excuse:
Her: "Hmm, maybe I can say that we got a flat tire."
Me: "Yeah, that's what I was thinking!"
"Aww, but that's lying."
"Yeah."
"Oh well."
While she was at rehearsal, I went to Perimeter Mall, and actually bought some clothes (a suit, a fleece jacket, some really nice sweaters--all sweet deals) as opposed to the unproductive wandering-around-the-mall-not-really-buying-anything kind of shopping that I usually do.
I also made a stop at Barnes & Noble, just to kill some time, and was totally captivated by a special edition of Q (the British equivalent of Rolling Stone, I think): The 100 Greatest Rock 'N Roll Photographs. After debating about it for, like, half an hour, I decided to buy it. The photography was amazing--stunning and provocative--and the magazine did a great job of mixing the great artists of rock 'n roll (Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Janis Joplin, Joni Mitchell, The Beatles, etc.) with more contemporary artists like the Offspring, Moby, Busta Rimes, and Craig David. (The people I'm naming here are by no means representative of all the artists they included--there were so many great photographs; I can't remember all of them.) With each picture, there was a story from the photographer that took it, which made the photographs even more compelling, and I bought it because I thought it would be a great thing to just have lying around the house to peruse every so often, and also because there were a lot of artists I wasn't familiar with, and I thought it would be a good way to add to my music knowledge.
But after some thought, I ended up returning it that night at the Barnes & Noble at Northpoint, after I picked my sister up from rehearsal and we went shopping (again). I returned it for a couple of reasons:
It's felt like a productive day--and not just because of the fact that I got some really great deals, either. It's been a while since Christine and I have had time to hang out, and it felt really good to just talk. We had some nice, thoughtful, and meaningful conversations on the car and as we were walking around the mall: about school, about friends, about a lot of important stuff. I told her the story behind this post I wrote the other day (yes, we read each other's blogs), and she told me about her own insecurities. We laughed about how we're so different, and made fun of each other. And even though I know that as the younger sister, she sometimes envies me or feels as though she has to live up to what I've accomplished, there's never any sense of competition, and I'm thankful for that. Thankful for how we're so close, and how we can talk about anything, even each other, openly and honestly.
And somehow, what I originally was going to blog about--forgetting about the BAFTA Awards being on E! tonight (a.k.a., missing my boy present an award)--doesn't seem so important now.
Hooray for sisters. :)
Melissa, of sunday hero, a blog that I read regularly, has switched from Blogger to Livejournal. It makes a big difference. Maybe it's because I just have this aversion to LJ, but now that Melissa's using Livejournal, I feel as though there's something missing from her blog. Personality, spunk, an actual website design (as opposed to a template), perhaps?
I know I'm being a Blogger snob right now. Sorry, sorry. Just ignore me. (I seem to be saying that a lot.)
