Sunday, May 31, 2009


Surely there is something in the unruffled calm of nature that overawes our little anxieties and doubts; the sight of the deep-blue sky and the clustering stars above seems to impart a quiet to the mind.

Jonathan Edwards

Unfortunately, I'm kind of over the whole flaky friends thing. It IS a 8-9 hour drive here. And I am going home in about 13 days.... sooooo, oh well. Basically, the story is that 4-5 people were going to drive down here and visit a ton of friends who are still in school. They talked about coming last weekend... didn't. They were FOR SURE coming this weekend... didn't. At first I was upset-- I had so many things planned, I told all my friends, I got it off work! ...Now, I'm attempting to not care, and worrying more about finals week, and my research paper.

One of the guys who was supposed to come I have liked on and off for forever. Literally, as long as I've known the guy (10 years?). When I went home to visit, I started having feelings for him AGAIN, and we had an amazing weekend together. But, he didn't come to visit this weekend, I haven't seen him in like a month, and he goes to school like 300 million miles away. So now I'm at that phase where I try to make myself stop liking him. It is working OKish, because I'm currently 500 miles away. We'll just have to see about the summer.

The ex texted me again last night. His new girlfriend apparently cheated on him. I didn't even know they were dating again (They broke up, she used him, he texted me to cry about it....twice...). It was odd, seeing as he doesn't ever really talk to me unless he has girl problems. I don't get it. I always tell him the good things that are happening in my life... guys I like, parties I go to. He always texts me when some random shit is going on with this girl or whatever. Who, by the way, sounds like a total whore. Apparently she gets totally blacked out like every single weekend, and my ex just takes care of her and shit. And then she used him to get with one of his friends. Then, apparently they got back together, and then she cheats on him with another one of his best friends. Classy.

His life, I guess! Whatever he wants to do with it. But I'm almost done being sympathetic. That's not really my job anymore.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Hawaiian Luau

We played Apples to Apples today, and after a thoroughly hilarious Helen Keller bashing (that is the single BEST card to get, as bad as that sounds), I feel like I need to honor her in my quote. So here it is:

Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement.
Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.

Helen Keller

Tonight was weird. We started out hoping to go to this luau put on by some random professional frat. There were about..... 40 people there. LAME. So then we stopped by Ty's, they smoked a bunch of pot, and we watched car chases on Spike. Again, lame. And now we are back in the suite, about to watch a movie. Altogether, not the fab night I was hoping for. You know, the one with the sexy dancing with the hot guy who later becomes my boyfriend? Yeah... not so much.

There is always next weekend, I suppose!

Coming tomorrow: My rant on my flaky friends who didn't end up coming down this weekend :)

It couldn't be Done

There is a tradition in my family that at around age 14 or 15, you get a book of poems called "101 Famous Poems" for Christmas. Years ago, my dad gave me mine, but unfortunately I haven't really gotten around to reading much of it. I'm not the BIGGEST fan of poetry, and what with all the insane amounts of reading I have for school, it's not really at the top of my list.
However, about a year ago I was looking through my dad's old, tattered copy, and I found a poem he had taped to the inside, by Edgar A. Guest. I liked it so much, I photocopied it and put it in my quote book. And now I'm sharing it here:

It Couldn't Be Done

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so til he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed, "Oh you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it":
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.

I wish I could actually live by these words. I have a 10-12 page research paper due on Wed. that as of right now is seriously looking like it can't be done. :)