"Ever After" is such a wonderful movie. I haven't seen in it such a long while.
i never ever look at my blogger home page. is this wrong?
Confession:
Usually when I go to Barnes & Noble and I know that I'm only going to be there for around 1/2 hour I don't spend that precious time browsing about looking at intelligent books and such. I head straight for the magazine rack and pick up a selection of wedding magazines, beauty magazines and current events. Once in a while I'll look at crazy crochet magazines and dream up ways I could make reversible sweaters.
Anyhow, the other day was such a day, and I picked up such a selection. One of the beauty magazines I was looking at was completely chock-full of how to stay younger longer.
I'm not kidding, I think every single page had at least one item on it that was all about anti-aging, and every article revolved around that subject as well. It's all very disappointing. The editor made a note that said something like: "I like to think that I'm not crazy about anti-aging. I just don't think that aging means that I'll let my hair go gray, wear orthopedic shoes and all that."
I'm sorry.
I thought aging was a...
oh rats. how should i put this?
Natural process?
Maybe I'm just confused.
For the record:
I'll try my hardest to steer clear of orthopedic shoes and elastic waistbands for as long as I can, however I'm fairly certain they are inevitable.
I know I'll be one of the old ladies in the locker room at Harper after a good round of water aerobics traipsing about in silk underwear and talking about Dr. Scholls and the best way to beat indigestion after dinner.
I will let the lines on my face show, so you'll see how I've laughed with you and worried for you for so many years.
I'll let the gray come out in my hair, and I'll grow it long and braid it.
I'll wear skirts with elastic waistbands to compromise.
And I'll paint my toe nails red before I stick them in my orthopedic shoes.
It's easy to say this all when I'm young, here and now.
However, I will stand strong in my conviction.
Nose piercing = more of a possibility. Don't be surprised.
[i will also wear my nose-piercing when I am old.]
I fail at homework.
pleasepleaseplease
stand strong.
-christina
4.13.2008
4.08.2008
thirty.five.
something i find very disorienting:
walking in the men's bathroom.
a thousand thoughts fly through my head in a moment.
first, casual thoughts.
"oh, i didn't know they repainted."
"wow, the layout is different."
"since when did they install a urinal?"
then, frantic thoughts.
"ah! i hope no one is in here!"
"ah! i hope no one walks in here!"
"ah! i hope no one sees me walk out of here!"
very disorienting.
and funny.
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous
feeling of the words being there, written in
invisible ink, and clamoring to become visible. [Nabokov]
dear hall weavers:
please
do us all a favor.
get off your cellphone and walk.
harper is full of people who text and walk
and are all over the place
run into doors
run into me
cause mass pandemonium.
music has expanded. currently checking out jimmy eat world, wilco, dave matthews band and the john butler trio.
took a run today. almost died. i prefer dancing/frolicing for a cardio workout.
-christina
walking in the men's bathroom.
a thousand thoughts fly through my head in a moment.
first, casual thoughts.
"oh, i didn't know they repainted."
"wow, the layout is different."
"since when did they install a urinal?"
then, frantic thoughts.
"ah! i hope no one is in here!"
"ah! i hope no one walks in here!"
"ah! i hope no one sees me walk out of here!"
very disorienting.
and funny.
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous
feeling of the words being there, written in
invisible ink, and clamoring to become visible. [Nabokov]
dear hall weavers:
please
do us all a favor.
get off your cellphone and walk.
harper is full of people who text and walk
and are all over the place
run into doors
run into me
cause mass pandemonium.
music has expanded. currently checking out jimmy eat world, wilco, dave matthews band and the john butler trio.
took a run today. almost died. i prefer dancing/frolicing for a cardio workout.
-christina
4.07.2008
thirty.four.
none of these are for you.
[let's go down to beautiful. so alive when i'm with you.]
[don't be a rooper, rooper...]
[i came along. i wrote a song for you. and all the things you do. and it was called yellow.]
[long to say this in your ear, i'll love you that way.]
[in a bullet-proof vest, with the windows all closed...]
[one thing i ask and i will seek]
[i like your sundress. what about the girl with loneliness?]
[ch-ch-ch-changes...]
[cold. cold water. surrounds me now. and i can't let go of your hand.]
all of these are for you.
i just had to clarify. sometimes people read this and think i'm writing for them.
now you know that...
i'm a walking contradiction [?]
with an obsession for melodramatic song lyrics.
or perhaps mentally insane.
hi.
i think it would be alright.
what do you think?
i wish i could be one hundred percent straightforward with you.
skip the mystery and complexity.
i really do long for simplicity, yet sometimes i find myself leaning towards the complicated.
to write simply. to live simply. to love simply. to trust simply. to hope simply.
simply. sincerely.
however:
straightforwardness occasionally equals too much talking.
some things are better left unsaid.
[so i use brackets. ha.]
i need to find that delicate balance.
simple + straightforward + sincere = sure success.
i'm very much enjoying the new ipod, despite the difficulties i've encountered.
at least i have music.
that's all that really matters.
well. i bought some shorts. this is good news.
however, funding for ireland has decreased considerably, what with shorts and gas for cars and that cinnabun.
today is my father's birthday. he is 42.
happy happy birthday.
today i gave a speech on my Aunt Noelle.
i loathe speech-giving.
o... dash it all. i need a haircut. snip snip. i don't know how short i'll go.
talked to Kayla! on the phone.
it was veryvery nice.
and long overdue.
jazz class in 1/2 hour.
ballet + jazz + choreographing = fitness results.
hallelujah.
this is motivating.
(Hello Goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
(Hello Goodbye Hello Goodbye) hello hello
things have been surprisingly good. better, even.
it's much better.
(Hello Goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye
(Hello Goodbye) I say goodbye.
-christina
[let's go down to beautiful. so alive when i'm with you.]
[don't be a rooper, rooper...]
[i came along. i wrote a song for you. and all the things you do. and it was called yellow.]
[long to say this in your ear, i'll love you that way.]
[in a bullet-proof vest, with the windows all closed...]
[one thing i ask and i will seek]
[i like your sundress. what about the girl with loneliness?]
[ch-ch-ch-changes...]
[cold. cold water. surrounds me now. and i can't let go of your hand.]
all of these are for you.
i just had to clarify. sometimes people read this and think i'm writing for them.
now you know that...
i'm a walking contradiction [?]
with an obsession for melodramatic song lyrics.
or perhaps mentally insane.
hi.
i think it would be alright.
what do you think?
i wish i could be one hundred percent straightforward with you.
skip the mystery and complexity.
i really do long for simplicity, yet sometimes i find myself leaning towards the complicated.
to write simply. to live simply. to love simply. to trust simply. to hope simply.
simply. sincerely.
however:
straightforwardness occasionally equals too much talking.
some things are better left unsaid.
[so i use brackets. ha.]
i need to find that delicate balance.
simple + straightforward + sincere = sure success.
i'm very much enjoying the new ipod, despite the difficulties i've encountered.
at least i have music.
that's all that really matters.
well. i bought some shorts. this is good news.
however, funding for ireland has decreased considerably, what with shorts and gas for cars and that cinnabun.
today is my father's birthday. he is 42.
happy happy birthday.
today i gave a speech on my Aunt Noelle.
i loathe speech-giving.
o... dash it all. i need a haircut. snip snip. i don't know how short i'll go.
talked to Kayla! on the phone.
it was veryvery nice.
and long overdue.
jazz class in 1/2 hour.
ballet + jazz + choreographing = fitness results.
hallelujah.
this is motivating.
(Hello Goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
(Hello Goodbye Hello Goodbye) hello hello
things have been surprisingly good. better, even.
it's much better.
(Hello Goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye
(Hello Goodbye) I say goodbye.
-christina
4.02.2008
thirty.three.
i was doing some thinking of sorts here before bed.
my father asked me on our breakfasting where i could see myself in 5 years.
after thinking on it, i realized that i couldn't see myself doing sign language.
sign language is so very time consuming, and in 5 years i could be busy and married, and thinking of starting a family.
so. fall plans are beginning to be the in works.
i must say i'm excited.
just on the edge of my seat.
but also disappointed.
because i really enjoy sign language, but honestly just don't see how it's all going to work out. i was planning on taking off the fall anyhow, because i need my associates before i can get my interpreting certificate. but now... maybe no certificate at all.
sign language just has such interesting people.
especially this lady named veronica.
there's one in every class.
first: candycane.
second: tim
currently: veronica, who is writing a story about a man who is cursed to be a spirit, so he's searching for a new body to be in. first, though, he must find a virgin who is willing to be with him despite his spirit body. meanwhile, his arch enemy is searching for a weapon of magical powers to kill the spirit man, because he himself loves the virgin. also because the spirit man accidentally killed an elder 780 years ago.
forgive the french, but i think there is a need to quote veronica word for word. it's good to note that the following was said without any prompting or questions on what she was scribbling:
"i started writing this story a few years ago. i've tried again and again to throw it away, put it out of my mind, but i just can't seem to do it. i've ripped it up and thrown it out and just put it away in a drawer and tried to forget about it, but each time i do, sooner or later it just comes and sticks itself up my ass again. i'm up all night writing, but i can't figure out what the hell to write about. i've sat for hours trying to figure out what kind of weapon the one guy is going to find. i know it needs to be magical, i just can't decide..."
this rambling continued for at least several minutes nonstop. i was dying.
then her phone rang, and she started talking to her mom in Japanese. it was like some bizarre dream.
also today, i met the infamous peter parker. what an awesome day.
to do:
ask the old ladies from water aerobics for recipes.
not to do:
give up on "persuasion."
[am continuing to be jane austen poser. will seek to destroy such a title.]
-christina
my father asked me on our breakfasting where i could see myself in 5 years.
after thinking on it, i realized that i couldn't see myself doing sign language.
sign language is so very time consuming, and in 5 years i could be busy and married, and thinking of starting a family.
so. fall plans are beginning to be the in works.
i must say i'm excited.
just on the edge of my seat.
but also disappointed.
because i really enjoy sign language, but honestly just don't see how it's all going to work out. i was planning on taking off the fall anyhow, because i need my associates before i can get my interpreting certificate. but now... maybe no certificate at all.
sign language just has such interesting people.
especially this lady named veronica.
there's one in every class.
first: candycane.
second: tim
currently: veronica, who is writing a story about a man who is cursed to be a spirit, so he's searching for a new body to be in. first, though, he must find a virgin who is willing to be with him despite his spirit body. meanwhile, his arch enemy is searching for a weapon of magical powers to kill the spirit man, because he himself loves the virgin. also because the spirit man accidentally killed an elder 780 years ago.
forgive the french, but i think there is a need to quote veronica word for word. it's good to note that the following was said without any prompting or questions on what she was scribbling:
"i started writing this story a few years ago. i've tried again and again to throw it away, put it out of my mind, but i just can't seem to do it. i've ripped it up and thrown it out and just put it away in a drawer and tried to forget about it, but each time i do, sooner or later it just comes and sticks itself up my ass again. i'm up all night writing, but i can't figure out what the hell to write about. i've sat for hours trying to figure out what kind of weapon the one guy is going to find. i know it needs to be magical, i just can't decide..."
this rambling continued for at least several minutes nonstop. i was dying.
then her phone rang, and she started talking to her mom in Japanese. it was like some bizarre dream.
also today, i met the infamous peter parker. what an awesome day.
to do:
ask the old ladies from water aerobics for recipes.
not to do:
give up on "persuasion."
[am continuing to be jane austen poser. will seek to destroy such a title.]
-christina
thirty.two.
::a short note on the bracket::
there is something so interesting about the bracket.
i never use it correctly.
i know how it's supposed to be used
as in:
"[Mr. Henry] said that he would love to come to dinner."
Instead of saying "He"
because no one knows who he is.
So you stick him in brackets.
i guess that's one way to use a bracket.
however.
i use brackets in a less traditional way.
perhaps you've noticed.
quite often i use them as parentheses
[because they just look neater.]
sometimes i use them as something different altogether.
i sort of feel that if i put something in brackets
i almost never said it.
it's like a whisper that is written.
it's like a secret
or something i'm too shy/afraid to say aloud
or alone.
so i use my brackets.
the end.
-christina
3.31.2008
thirty.one.
1/2watching "Stardust"
1/4 blogging
1/4 facebook stalking
=
multi-tasking genius.
however
i probably will not finish this entry until later
i'll find nothing of real value on facebook
and i'll not be able to tell you the plot of the movie.
one thing at a time?
never.
i'm discovering "A Beautiful Mind" soundtrack recently. so VERY good. today i had a movie moment at college, where i was listening to the music and watching the rain streak down the window in Avante. it felt as if something spectacular was about to happen.
[nothing did]
taking note of the movie: a star just crashed into the trees. the blond promised to marry tristan if he crossed the wall and got the star. bam.
my broha got a new car. jeep patriot. sleek. black. fantastic. guess who got his old car? me. i did. at first i was excited. it's a little toyota corolla with a million miles on it, but it's alright. or i thought it was.
no.
no it's not.
i thought i had the ghetto car before with the busted wind[ow]shield and the minimal heat and the shaking whilst stationary.
no.
this is the ghetto car. wind[ow]shield is intact, but it shakes whilst stationary and moving and all the rest. plus, there is something underneath that rattles uncontrollably between 10 and 45 mph, and then again past 57mph. so awesome.
but.
at least i have a car.
right?
ah! claire danes is in this movie! she was best as Beth in Little Women. so so good.
i like the name claire a lot. every claire i've known i have liked:
claire danes.
claire from my CYT class last fall who was so cute-as-a-button and fun.
claire from LOST.
claire from Elizabethtown who made that stellar map for Orlando.
you know what else is a stellar name?
Davita Hope
a.k.a. my firstborn daughter.
am currently craving yogurt-covered raisins.
am also reflecting on how fat and jolly i will be when pregnant.
am also wondering where on earth cellphone has got to.
i babysat Rachel's children with tai and EB this weekend, and we are all very excited for motherhood now. we equal amazing homemakers when we ruined foolproof cookie mix in a bag and ended up making cookie cake instead of cookies because we added too much milk. however, we are all very good at drawing out naptime for a very long time, and playing Power Rangers vs. monsters [we were always monsters].
am currently craving ice cream that is ironically sitting in freezer.
am excited for date with father in the morning.
am allowing myself a morsel of hope.
-christina
p.s. finished the entry before the movie was finished. did noteworthy things on facebook. have no idea what the crap this movie is about.
1/4 blogging
1/4 facebook stalking
=
multi-tasking genius.
however
i probably will not finish this entry until later
i'll find nothing of real value on facebook
and i'll not be able to tell you the plot of the movie.
one thing at a time?
never.
i'm discovering "A Beautiful Mind" soundtrack recently. so VERY good. today i had a movie moment at college, where i was listening to the music and watching the rain streak down the window in Avante. it felt as if something spectacular was about to happen.
[nothing did]
taking note of the movie: a star just crashed into the trees. the blond promised to marry tristan if he crossed the wall and got the star. bam.
my broha got a new car. jeep patriot. sleek. black. fantastic. guess who got his old car? me. i did. at first i was excited. it's a little toyota corolla with a million miles on it, but it's alright. or i thought it was.
no.
no it's not.
i thought i had the ghetto car before with the busted wind[ow]shield and the minimal heat and the shaking whilst stationary.
no.
this is the ghetto car. wind[ow]shield is intact, but it shakes whilst stationary and moving and all the rest. plus, there is something underneath that rattles uncontrollably between 10 and 45 mph, and then again past 57mph. so awesome.
but.
at least i have a car.
right?
ah! claire danes is in this movie! she was best as Beth in Little Women. so so good.
i like the name claire a lot. every claire i've known i have liked:
claire danes.
claire from my CYT class last fall who was so cute-as-a-button and fun.
claire from LOST.
claire from Elizabethtown who made that stellar map for Orlando.
you know what else is a stellar name?
Davita Hope
a.k.a. my firstborn daughter.
am currently craving yogurt-covered raisins.
am also reflecting on how fat and jolly i will be when pregnant.
am also wondering where on earth cellphone has got to.
i babysat Rachel's children with tai and EB this weekend, and we are all very excited for motherhood now. we equal amazing homemakers when we ruined foolproof cookie mix in a bag and ended up making cookie cake instead of cookies because we added too much milk. however, we are all very good at drawing out naptime for a very long time, and playing Power Rangers vs. monsters [we were always monsters].
am currently craving ice cream that is ironically sitting in freezer.
am excited for date with father in the morning.
am allowing myself a morsel of hope.
-christina
p.s. finished the entry before the movie was finished. did noteworthy things on facebook. have no idea what the crap this movie is about.
3.17.2008
thirty.
Today am planning on starting "Persuasion."
am feeling quite confident that i will have it finished before the end of the semester.
that makes 3 books in this semester
which is 3 more than last semester.
"Realize" by Colbie Caillat is better than "Bubbly" by the same.
i ordered an ipod. i did. that's $265 out of my Ireland fund.
but here's my logic:
what would Ireland be with my finicky 2GB mp3 player?
not as rewarding as Ireland with my 80GB ipod!
perhaps my logic is flawed
because i'm pretty sure Ireland would be amazing, ipod or not.
however, am very excited to receive sleek, black ipod on monday morning via Fed Ex.
i'm choreographing Seussical in Kane, and we just had our first rehearsal on Tuesday.
i'm feeling much better about this than i originally was. the kids are great and that's what i just have to remember.
one girl [i'm don't know her name yet] reminds me a lot of my Aunt Noelle.
she's such a sweetheart, and a real trooper.
i think she has spini bifida just like my aunt did, she walks just like her.
she has to use crutches to walk most of the time, but she doesn't play on sympathy. she does everything that everyone else is doing, and a lot of the times with more commitment. in our first dance she didn't complain once, and every time she fell she picked herself back up and laughed a little, saying she was fine.
when we were done learning it, she came over and was talking to me, and she was so laid-back and honest.
it's things like that, kids like her.
so great, and so worth it.
tai is making blueberry muffins and they smell delicious.
have a wonderful spring break, if you're on your spring break like me [woohoo!]. play in the snow, if you will.
i'm going to watch an episode of LOST for real.
-christina
am feeling quite confident that i will have it finished before the end of the semester.
that makes 3 books in this semester
which is 3 more than last semester.
"Realize" by Colbie Caillat is better than "Bubbly" by the same.
i ordered an ipod. i did. that's $265 out of my Ireland fund.
but here's my logic:
what would Ireland be with my finicky 2GB mp3 player?
not as rewarding as Ireland with my 80GB ipod!
perhaps my logic is flawed
because i'm pretty sure Ireland would be amazing, ipod or not.
however, am very excited to receive sleek, black ipod on monday morning via Fed Ex.
i'm choreographing Seussical in Kane, and we just had our first rehearsal on Tuesday.
i'm feeling much better about this than i originally was. the kids are great and that's what i just have to remember.
one girl [i'm don't know her name yet] reminds me a lot of my Aunt Noelle.
she's such a sweetheart, and a real trooper.
i think she has spini bifida just like my aunt did, she walks just like her.
she has to use crutches to walk most of the time, but she doesn't play on sympathy. she does everything that everyone else is doing, and a lot of the times with more commitment. in our first dance she didn't complain once, and every time she fell she picked herself back up and laughed a little, saying she was fine.
when we were done learning it, she came over and was talking to me, and she was so laid-back and honest.
it's things like that, kids like her.
so great, and so worth it.
tai is making blueberry muffins and they smell delicious.
have a wonderful spring break, if you're on your spring break like me [woohoo!]. play in the snow, if you will.
i'm going to watch an episode of LOST for real.
-christina
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