Yesterday was a good, good day.
I went and saw "The Princess and the Frog" with AK. Holy chapstick -- it was awesome. It was old-fashioned Disney story, style, and animation. No bullshit anthromorphic live-action dogs and rodents or bad cameos by Tim Allen and The Rock. Just beautiful watercolor backdrops, a lively jazz score by Randy Newman, clever writing, and wonderfully drawn characters. I loved it. Plus, Prince Naveen was super attractive. (Is that weird? Finding a cartoon sexy?) I couldn't have gone with anyone better, either. AK appreciates animated movies like no other.
The evening was nice. Sat by the Christmas tree with my Dad and Grandma. Ate some delish guacamole and bean tacos and watched "The Sing Off". Yes, that show is awful and kind of lame. I feel ya. However, I have a weak spot for show choirs, Ben Folds, and oldies covers. So I've been watching it since Monday. My dad really likes it, so its fun to watch together. Personally, I'm rooting for the Beelzebubs. Super talented and super cute!
The night? Magnifico. Elizabeth and I went to Starbucks until they closed where we migrated to IHOP. Talked about basically everything, or at least everything important. I'm glad she agrees -- it would have been super hot if Mr. Schue had hit Terri on the Glee finalé. Elizabeth's a pretty interesting and inspiring person. She feeds my creativity and helps me to remember the blessing of being abnormal.
Today? Watched Jeopardy and made chocolate coconut oatmeal raisin cookies with my grandma. Good day!
Post title from "Creep" by Radiohead
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
You're My Favorite Flavor
Yesterday was a good day.
I woke up early and repacked the purple suitcase I had just recently unpacked and got on I-35 and headed back to Austin.
My Mom took me, Kelly, Becky, and Ariel to lunch at Threadgill's. Good food! It was a lot of fun, I'm glad my mom got to meet some of my favorite people!
Then I spent the afternoon slaving over a course catalog, selecting any and every course that looked interesting in order to come up with some sort of idea of my Liberal Arts Honor major I'm designing. More info on that later.
In the evening, I had my interview for Students of the World. I really want this internship. The opportunity to travel the globe to do humanitarian aid work and make a documentary?? Yes please!! We'll find out later about that ...
Then, finally, myself, Becky, Ariel, and Kelly made holiday cupcakes! The San Jac kitchen is so much nicer than the Jester one. It makes baking so much more fun when you aren't worried about picking up botulism from the counter tops!
Jackie joined us for a little bit, that was fun. Icing the cupcakes, licking spoons, and Christmas music made for a very wonderful night. We also made an official Moore-Hill cupcake alert group on Facebook, haha. My official title? Suga Momma.
I woke up early and repacked the purple suitcase I had just recently unpacked and got on I-35 and headed back to Austin.
My Mom took me, Kelly, Becky, and Ariel to lunch at Threadgill's. Good food! It was a lot of fun, I'm glad my mom got to meet some of my favorite people!
Then I spent the afternoon slaving over a course catalog, selecting any and every course that looked interesting in order to come up with some sort of idea of my Liberal Arts Honor major I'm designing. More info on that later.
In the evening, I had my interview for Students of the World. I really want this internship. The opportunity to travel the globe to do humanitarian aid work and make a documentary?? Yes please!! We'll find out later about that ...
Then, finally, myself, Becky, Ariel, and Kelly made holiday cupcakes! The San Jac kitchen is so much nicer than the Jester one. It makes baking so much more fun when you aren't worried about picking up botulism from the counter tops!
Jackie joined us for a little bit, that was fun. Icing the cupcakes, licking spoons, and Christmas music made for a very wonderful night. We also made an official Moore-Hill cupcake alert group on Facebook, haha. My official title? Suga Momma.
Anyway, now I am off to a J2 Marathon lunch with wonderful company!
Post title from "Playground Love" by Air
Sunday, December 6, 2009
So Pack Up the Bags to Beat Back the Clock
I'm home for the holidays.
But I sort of wish I was still in Austin. Ever since I got back from Thanksgiving I was so excited to come back to North Richland Hills and see my high school friends and be with my family, run in the nature center, drive the loop with Michael, drink hot cocoa by my fireplace and Christmas tree, and just generally be homey and content.
I know, this is a typical case of have-cake-eat-it-too buuuut let me explain.
Here in North Richland Hills/Hurst/Fort Worth area I established a cozy little life for myself, especially near the end. I've know a bunch of really interesting, fun people and I have a handful of beautiful, loyal friends. However, I wasn't too sad to leave here to venture off to Austin this past August. I felt like a hibiscus bush wedged into a plastic potter -- and would most definitely cease to grow or thrive if kept contained.
So I got to Austin. At first, it was terrible, awful, difficult to adjust to. Then things started getting better as I learned my way around the city, embraced the Austin culture as my own, fell in love with the world of academia, and started to meet some generally good people. Neither here nor there, I was disillusioned and a tad disappointed because of the astronomical expectations I had but still happy that I was growing and enjoying life for the most part.
In the middle of November, I reached a definite turning point. AK and I had a conversation that motivated me and made me realize that I am surrounded by meaning, and by people who could become very meaningful to me if I made the choice to open myself up to them. With this revelation, I stopped looking for what I thought Austin was "supposed" to offer, and stopped fearing rejection, judgment, or intimacy. I regret not letting go of this weird social inhibition earlier because I feel like I started to make some really amazing friends in Madrigal, but unfortunately, not until the actual run of the show. But I did manage to very swiftly solidify the bonds with my Moore-Hill friends -- especially Kelly and Becky. My favorite girls.
The last few days have been especially fun filled and abound with camaraderie that makes me feel all warm'n'fuzzy inside. (Moore-Hill Thanksgiving, GLEE, That 70s Show in excess, S'mores Girls' Night, Sitcom-esque calamties, Screwdrivers resulting from such calamities, shooting a funny little film, celebrating Hunter Lawerence, parties @ Swegler's ...)
And that's what makes it particularly hard now to be home.
I'm happy with the life I left when I went to Austin and knew I could always be content to come back to it and visit for a while, slip into the skin of my high-school self and revisit all the old places and people but with a slightly refocused lens.
But I didn't count on feeling so attached to my life in Austin that leaving it even for just 6 weeks would be so painful. I can't quite register that my friends in Austin have no idea who my friends in Fort Worth are, and I can't quite accept that I won't have two-second access to my UT friends anytime I want a companion to eat lunch with or just feel like barging in to blather on randomly.
Basically -- I'm so freakin' excited to see my Fort Worth friends, but I had no idea I'd miss my Austin friends this badly.
I'm going to use this break constructively though. I want to work on my discipline, inner peace, self-confidence, writing, self-expression, body and mind. I'm going to try and fall into an enjoyable routine, write everyday, brainstorm new ideas for next semester, attempt to get my chaos of a life in some kind of order, see old friends, see new friends (Kelly, Becky, Ariel, and John all live in DFW!), introduce old friends to new friends, relish the time with my family, and most importantly get some sort of grip on this chaos called young adulthood -- filled with internships, housing choices, degree plans, and *gasp* career choice. Good gravy.
Post title from "West Coast" by Coconut Records
But I sort of wish I was still in Austin. Ever since I got back from Thanksgiving I was so excited to come back to North Richland Hills and see my high school friends and be with my family, run in the nature center, drive the loop with Michael, drink hot cocoa by my fireplace and Christmas tree, and just generally be homey and content.
I know, this is a typical case of have-cake-eat-it-too buuuut let me explain.
Here in North Richland Hills/Hurst/Fort Worth area I established a cozy little life for myself, especially near the end. I've know a bunch of really interesting, fun people and I have a handful of beautiful, loyal friends. However, I wasn't too sad to leave here to venture off to Austin this past August. I felt like a hibiscus bush wedged into a plastic potter -- and would most definitely cease to grow or thrive if kept contained.
So I got to Austin. At first, it was terrible, awful, difficult to adjust to. Then things started getting better as I learned my way around the city, embraced the Austin culture as my own, fell in love with the world of academia, and started to meet some generally good people. Neither here nor there, I was disillusioned and a tad disappointed because of the astronomical expectations I had but still happy that I was growing and enjoying life for the most part.
In the middle of November, I reached a definite turning point. AK and I had a conversation that motivated me and made me realize that I am surrounded by meaning, and by people who could become very meaningful to me if I made the choice to open myself up to them. With this revelation, I stopped looking for what I thought Austin was "supposed" to offer, and stopped fearing rejection, judgment, or intimacy. I regret not letting go of this weird social inhibition earlier because I feel like I started to make some really amazing friends in Madrigal, but unfortunately, not until the actual run of the show. But I did manage to very swiftly solidify the bonds with my Moore-Hill friends -- especially Kelly and Becky. My favorite girls.
The last few days have been especially fun filled and abound with camaraderie that makes me feel all warm'n'fuzzy inside. (Moore-Hill Thanksgiving, GLEE, That 70s Show in excess, S'mores Girls' Night, Sitcom-esque calamties, Screwdrivers resulting from such calamities, shooting a funny little film, celebrating Hunter Lawerence, parties @ Swegler's ...)
And that's what makes it particularly hard now to be home.
I'm happy with the life I left when I went to Austin and knew I could always be content to come back to it and visit for a while, slip into the skin of my high-school self and revisit all the old places and people but with a slightly refocused lens.
But I didn't count on feeling so attached to my life in Austin that leaving it even for just 6 weeks would be so painful. I can't quite register that my friends in Austin have no idea who my friends in Fort Worth are, and I can't quite accept that I won't have two-second access to my UT friends anytime I want a companion to eat lunch with or just feel like barging in to blather on randomly.
Basically -- I'm so freakin' excited to see my Fort Worth friends, but I had no idea I'd miss my Austin friends this badly.
I'm going to use this break constructively though. I want to work on my discipline, inner peace, self-confidence, writing, self-expression, body and mind. I'm going to try and fall into an enjoyable routine, write everyday, brainstorm new ideas for next semester, attempt to get my chaos of a life in some kind of order, see old friends, see new friends (Kelly, Becky, Ariel, and John all live in DFW!), introduce old friends to new friends, relish the time with my family, and most importantly get some sort of grip on this chaos called young adulthood -- filled with internships, housing choices, degree plans, and *gasp* career choice. Good gravy.
Post title from "West Coast" by Coconut Records
Friday, December 4, 2009
I got a pencil full of lead
So ... I really want to make this blog thing work. Two of my best friends have started blogging (Juan and Elizabeth!) and I think knowing that I will at least have an audience of two gives me more motivation to keep this up. Plus, practically anyone wanting a career in the media realm these days needs a blog. It's about as essential as a resumé these days. Also, I think it's a nice forum to share the things I love about Austin and to elaborate on the quirky little adventures I encounter. And most importantly, blogging is a good form of self-expression; by putting the little critical paranoid hyperspeed voice in my head on paper and getting some feedback, whether it be advice, empathy, or acknowledgment, at least it's out of my head and on a page! Anyway, this post obviously ain't so hot. It's a post ... about posting. Wow. I'll get better. I'll post more often and I'll post more meaningful/exciting/interesting/intelligent blog posts. I promise!
Post title from: Paolo Nutini's "Pencil Full of Lead"
Post title from: Paolo Nutini's "Pencil Full of Lead"
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