So I may very well be late to the party on this, but I figured I'd post this video. This girl, Liz, sings a cover of The Funeral by one of my favorite bands, Band of Horses. She's got an incredible voice, and she picked the perfect song for her voice. Even if you aren't a fan of this type of music (coughAshleycough), go ahead and give it a watch.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6NxjNyYq1s&playnext_from=TL&videos=WzrglXfl-Kk
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
In a Galaxy Far, Far Away....
So I decided to keep things light today over that heavy post from yesterday to just say Happy Star Wars Day! May the Fourth be with you!
Monday, May 3, 2010
Dream
So I had this dream last night. More like a nightmare, really. But it wasn't a "Freddy Krueger" type of dream. I was sitting in my Brit Lit classroom, wearing some old sweater I used to own, while it's really hot out. These two guys next to me start saying that there's something on me, but I can't find it. One of them says, "Seriously, you can't find it?!" Then the other one starts calling me a nerd for wearing the sweater, and then the whole class starts laughing loudly and hysterically. I'm trying to laugh it off, and find it impossible. I look around for someone to back me up, and see one of my closest friends, who's just staring. Then this person gets up and leaves, so I'm stuck in there. Then the dream kind of transitions into something different, but what I've just told you is the important part.
I figured that the heat from the outside is due to the unnaturally early summer weather we've gotten here. The sweater might be due to some self-conscious things, or as a metaphor for being excluded. My Brit Lit classroom and the whole nerd thing is most likely due to the fact that the friends I made in that class are HUGE nerds. One of them plays DnD, for God's sake. I don't consider myself a huge nerd. I like movies and TV, and I know a lot more about video games than the normal person, but I still socially interact with people and don't really consider movies etc. as a part of my identity, more like hobbies. But still, I really got along well with these people from Brit Lit and had a lot of fun with them.
However, the biggest problem with this dream was the friend. This person, who is going to stay anonymous, is one of my closest friends. So when I see anon stand up and leave, that was the worst part. The reason this was in the dream is because it's now summer. Like everyone else, I love this time of year. Finally, we have a break from all the work and can de-stress. But for me, there's also a negative side. I start to lose connections with people. People that I met or hung out with during school kind of drift away until August, or worse, drift away completely. My phone stops alerting me to text messages so often, or some days doesn't go off at all. Even in my closest circle of friends, friends that I would do absolutely anything for, I don't hear from them. A few times a month I'll get invited to a movie, but by no means is it a weekly thing where I go out with friends.
I feel like this is mostly my fault. Growing up as an only child, you have to occupy yourself. In doing so, I've kind of molded myself into a loner, a one man wolf pack if I dare allude to something. And so, I'm bad about communicating to people. Unless I know you really well, most of what I say comes out as word vomit. I don't initiate text messages very often, mostly because I don't know what to talk about. And so, I probably give off the impression that I'm the one forgetting people. And for that, I'm sorry. But then, I'm not getting text messages, or invitations somewhere, either. And that sucks. I hate to say this, but sometimes I feel like I'm an unsung type. I would do ANYTHING for one of my friends, if only I had the opportunity. At the worst, I feel like an after-thought. I know that's not true. I know that I have many friends, with a few that are really close, and I hope that I'm close to them, too. It's just a clusterfuck of self-esteem issues.
I'm sorry this turned into a fucking essay. I didn't mean it to, but I just felt like it had to be said. Please don't get offended, or think any less of me. Sometimes, you have to let the crazy out, before it breaks free on its own.
Stay classy.
I figured that the heat from the outside is due to the unnaturally early summer weather we've gotten here. The sweater might be due to some self-conscious things, or as a metaphor for being excluded. My Brit Lit classroom and the whole nerd thing is most likely due to the fact that the friends I made in that class are HUGE nerds. One of them plays DnD, for God's sake. I don't consider myself a huge nerd. I like movies and TV, and I know a lot more about video games than the normal person, but I still socially interact with people and don't really consider movies etc. as a part of my identity, more like hobbies. But still, I really got along well with these people from Brit Lit and had a lot of fun with them.
However, the biggest problem with this dream was the friend. This person, who is going to stay anonymous, is one of my closest friends. So when I see anon stand up and leave, that was the worst part. The reason this was in the dream is because it's now summer. Like everyone else, I love this time of year. Finally, we have a break from all the work and can de-stress. But for me, there's also a negative side. I start to lose connections with people. People that I met or hung out with during school kind of drift away until August, or worse, drift away completely. My phone stops alerting me to text messages so often, or some days doesn't go off at all. Even in my closest circle of friends, friends that I would do absolutely anything for, I don't hear from them. A few times a month I'll get invited to a movie, but by no means is it a weekly thing where I go out with friends.
I feel like this is mostly my fault. Growing up as an only child, you have to occupy yourself. In doing so, I've kind of molded myself into a loner, a one man wolf pack if I dare allude to something. And so, I'm bad about communicating to people. Unless I know you really well, most of what I say comes out as word vomit. I don't initiate text messages very often, mostly because I don't know what to talk about. And so, I probably give off the impression that I'm the one forgetting people. And for that, I'm sorry. But then, I'm not getting text messages, or invitations somewhere, either. And that sucks. I hate to say this, but sometimes I feel like I'm an unsung type. I would do ANYTHING for one of my friends, if only I had the opportunity. At the worst, I feel like an after-thought. I know that's not true. I know that I have many friends, with a few that are really close, and I hope that I'm close to them, too. It's just a clusterfuck of self-esteem issues.
I'm sorry this turned into a fucking essay. I didn't mean it to, but I just felt like it had to be said. Please don't get offended, or think any less of me. Sometimes, you have to let the crazy out, before it breaks free on its own.
Stay classy.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
The Titles They Are a-Changin'
So I was reading through some of my friends blogs, and saw that their blog titles were witty or deep. Meanwhile, mine was "I Find This Awesome." That's when I started to think about what this title means: things that are interesting or cool are what I'd put on my blog. Since I first started, I noticed that I had put up only two things that were interesting. So, I thought about a new title, something that encapsulates how my mind thinks, and how my personality works. I heard this song, "Adventures in Solitude" by The New Pornographers, and though the song doesn't really fit me, I felt the title was a good way to describe what I'm getting at. So here you go.
Unfortunately right before I posted this, I noticed that the URL is still under "I Find This Awesome." Oops.
Unfortunately right before I posted this, I noticed that the URL is still under "I Find This Awesome." Oops.
Final Freshman Year
So I'm writing this on my first Sunday morning of summer break. The weather is already relentlessly humid, the cicadas are buzzing, and the sky is starting to lose that deep blue that comes with spring. I look back on my first year of college, and realize that it was mostly a blur. Spotty images: hanging out with Maureen in her dorm, standing in the hallway with Chris Ruskai waiting for World Religions, sitting at my table with my friends from Environmental, texting Maureen when I should've been listening to my Intermediate Algebra teacher who looks like Natalie from "Monk." Christmas break went all to fast, but the memories of Ashley's birthday and seeing "Invictus" with Gaby and Kim in the winter from hell were just the highlights. Then, I remember talking with friends before British Literature starts about old cartoons, books, movies, and video games. Lunch at Einstein's with Ashley, which jumped constantly between hilarious and deep, and were the highlights of the second semester.
I guess what I'm trying to say amidst these rambles is that college moves faster than a cheetah on cocaine. It's important to grab moments and hold them in your memory, because after this, things are going to change. Big time.
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