Sleep... My name is Lisa. How do you do?

So, usually I always feel that I should be getting back into the "swing of things" (sorry to be so cliche) the week or so before school starts, but lately, I just can't bring myself to wake up at 7, especially if I don't have anything to do until 5 pm. Why not stay in bed until 11 and let the sun rise and fall with the hours? But the thing is, every time that I do, I feel that I wasted the day. And when I do get up pretty early, I don't do anything anyway, so it's a roundabout way of saying that I am one lazy little freak.

Woohoo!

Rant #1: For All of You Who Think You Know Better

One thing that irks me a bit right now is the lack of consideration for other people and mother earth. I absolutely hate how pretty much NO ONE can be courteous while driving, NO ONE says thank you anymore, and some people can't wait to put a bottle in the recycling bin at their house and feel the need to throw it out of their window while driving away from their parking spot. Of course, the last one I encountered was at the King of Prussia Mall, where people are a bit snooty for my taste. If I would have caught her doing that a little sooner, I would have thrown the bottle at her car. Then, most likely, she would have stopped her car and started yelling at me. Probably have called me a tree hugging hippie (like that's a bad thing), and tried to call the cops on me. First of all, a bottle is not a lethal weapon and cannot hurt anyone, especially if it is empty. And second, she would have probably gotten a fine for littering instead. Bad part on her end.

Another thing that's been bugging me a bit is that fact that some people out there (I will not name names, although it would be pretty awesome to slander such a "good name") think it is all right to open your son's mail, your 20 year old son's mail, just because you don't like who it came from. Hmmm... isn't that a felony punishable by fines and jail time? I am half tempted to write him a letter, address it to him, but the letter on the inside is for his mother telling her about how she could go to jail for what she did. This woman has caused so much trouble if she would just keep out of his damn business.

Also, fathers, mothers, even siblings, your teenage daughter/son/sister/brother will NOT listen to you if you are not supportive of what they do. If you invade their privacy and yell at them all the time, if you don't listen to their side of the story, if you don't talk to them as though they are a loving and treasured part of your family, then they will not listen to you and not care about what you have to say, and do what they are doing anyway. Just think about this: they may have the support of their aunts/uncles/church relatives or friends. They will listen to them more than they will listen to you. You are kind of scary with your neck veins bulging. You need to "chillax" and treat them as though they are growing women and men. Remember, in medieval times at 13, young girls were married off to 30 some year old men. So, 3-4 years isn't that bad, huh? My own neice is 21 (I'm 22. odd, huh?) and she is married to a 31 year old man. My grandmother was 18 (?) when she got married to my grandfather (30?). A good friend of mine was dating a guy at 17 who was 20-some years old. Ha! Not that bad, when you think about it. You can't control their lives. The best thing you can do is support their relationship and do all you can to encourage a good relationship between them. Cousin, she's 16 years old and not going to have sex until she's either out of your house or married. At that point, you do not need to worry about what she does with her life because it is not yours. You need to stop reading her diary and just let her be a 16 year old. She's doing a lot better than I was at 16.

Wii!!!! Look What I Can Do!

I know it's been a while since my last post (months and months and months!), but nothing really interesting has happened lately. One thing fairly interesting is this: Wii Fit. I am so in love with that thing! I am not one to exercise. In fact, I HATE exercising. The Wii Fit is such a treat if you are not big on exercising. I guess you can call this a review on it. I am very self conscious about my weight and my body, so going to a gym is not an ideal situation for me. The Wii Fit lets you hide your information so others can't see your weight, your BMI, or anything else. It has a variety of fun and fit exercises that you can do by yourself and some you can do with others, such as a running exercise. Thanks to the Wii Fit, I feel a little bit better about my body, and might even go for a jog tomorrow morning!

Another thing that has happened in my life is the realization that I am a biblioholic. I have way too many books to read and I still buy more without finishing a few of the ones I have stashed away. A new book I recently bought is called Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith. A great twist on the classic novel, but with zombies! I have never read the original Pride and Prejudice, but I'm sure if I did I would be laughing my butt off at ever page.

I guess that's it for today. Hopefully I will be a bit more committed to writing more often.

Namaste

The Light within me honours the Light within you.

So, after much deliberation of what to write next in my blog I decided to use a more enlightened tone to begin again. I want to apologize to anyone who I have hurt or forgotten recently. I am feeling very selfish lately, though I shouldn't. If you feel that I did that, please contact me immediately, and I will apologize in person, or as close to person I can get.

I want to tell you about my days in college, how the stress always makes me selfish and depressed. Whenever I have so much on my mind and so much to do, I don't necessarily want to do any of it. I always will do something else and do what needs to be done at the last minute. I am one of the biggest procrastinators of all time. It really irks me that I am like that, but I guess that's the way it will always be with me.

I wonder what I should do next semester, when, most likely, I will be living out of my parents house, holding a part time job (30 hours) and going to school full time. I will still need time for myself, at least an hour a day, where I focus on me and only me. Oh, the joys of stressful times.

La Chica Solitaria

Hola, lectores. Me siento muy solo ahora. No sé por qué. No creo que nadie se preocupa por mí. ¿Estoy siendo paranoico? Por favor, deje un comentario. Yo realmente aprecio.

External Moonlight of the Spotty Spirit

So, I just got done watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind... again. One of the most amazing movies I have ever seen! I am a sucker for dramas that deal with love, conversation (or lack thereof) and anything that has an amazing cast. (Jim Carey, Kate Winslet <3<3<3, Kirsten Dunst, Elijah Wood) This movie makes me think, like a lot of movies do, all but for the grace of the good ol' Aqua Teen Hunger Force and the like.

What if you could actually erase somebody from your memory? Who would you erase? Why? Me personally, I don't think I would erase anyone from my memory because I treasure all of those memories, the good, the bad, the semisweet, the romantic, the hatred. It would be too risky, anyway. Think about it. You could never forget someone. How could you? They have written a page in your book that you cannot rip out. All of the journals I have, I wouldn't throw any away, even the ones that are filled with the memories of J*****. Even the memories that are filled with K****. Even the memories that are filled with the boy who abused me.

When you think about it, they do make your composition up. Every person has left a fingerprint on your heart. Some of them may be smudged, but when you find that one person to wipe it away, then you know that it is perfectly ok to remember.

"Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun, like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But, because I knew you I have been changed for good." - For Good from Wicked

Just a Thought, Really

A thought. A memory. A hiccup in the subconscience. Why is it that we go back in time to our happiest times and our heaviest times? Is it that we are masochistic creatures who enjoy the torture or is it because Freud said so? Why do we look back on those whose lives have interrupted our own and have changed ours, if only by the flicker of a flame, and want them back in our lives, even if it would hurt us in the end, just knowing they are there, that you can rely on them to do something other than forget? What is life, but one long misunderstanding of the past, looking back on it, wanting it back, never wanting it back, hating it, loving it, loathing it. Bumping into people who you used to know like the back of your hand, what do you do when you realize that that person doesn't even know himself? Thoughts. Memories. Hiccups.