Thursday, May 27, 2010

You know what I like? Quotes.

Because I'm procrastinating doing homework  Because I want to get more posts in before May is over  Because I want to share these quotes that I absolutely adore with you, I am posting this. I don't think there will really be any hilarity in this post, but don't let that stop you. I like these quotes for a reason and they really hit home with me. Wasn't that a deep statement? Just kidding, but yes, yes it was. So I say read these quotes! You won't regret it.

"When I saw you I fell in love. And you smiled because you knew." -Arrigo Boito
"Spread the love. It's the Brooklyn way." -Notorious BIG
"I'm just an underachieving procrastinator at heart." -Pete Wentz
"Happiness is only real when shared."
"When you forgive, you love." -Into The Wild [the movie]
"I used to think America's biggest mistake was the Japanese internment camps during World War 2, but now I think its biggest mistake was becoming a nation." -Anonymous
"We are never the people we think we are. We are the ones we pretend, with all our hearts, we can't become." -Anonymous
"A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality." -John Lennon
"All that glisters is not gold."
"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind."
"The course of true love never did run smooth."
"How poor are they that have not patience!" -William Shakespeare
"Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after all your enemies are eliminated. Until then, everyone you love is a hostage, sapping your courage and corrupting your judgment." -Orson Scott Card; Empire
"The best things in life aren't seen; that's why we close our eyes when we sneeze, kiss, and dream." -Anonymous
"Any stupid ass can die. That's easy. Living is tough." -Jack LaLAnne
"If they give you ruled paper, write the other way." -Juan Ramon Jiminez
"You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body."
"Everyone says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive."
"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear."
"Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained." -C.S. Lewis
"Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love." -Richard Bach
"Whatever I am offered in devotion with a pure heart...I accept with joy." -Bhagavad Gita
"Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other." -Eugene Field
"You dance with Mary-Jane, you get your feet stepped on." -Eric Forman
"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square hole. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do." -Apple Computer Inc.
“A pessimist only sees the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides and shrugs; an optimist doesn't see the clouds at all--he's walking on them.” -Leonard Levinson (he's a favorite of mine)
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world know peace." 
"The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.” -Jimi Hendrix

I will progressively update this like a crazy person. Because I love quotes for some reason. Plus, I need somewhere to write them down and I like to share them with people. And guess what? If you've read this far, that means you're awesome. So you get to read one of my favorite poems! Huzzah! (Okay, so it's not the whole poem, but I don't care. This is still my favorite)
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...
by Lord Byron.  

UPDATE: I have found another favorite poem. It's called "No Difference" by Shel Silverstein. I read it in sixth grade for a project and forgot about it. Le sigh. Good times.  

 UPDATE: I found another poem that I want to marry. "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Ribert Frost (I reallyreallyreally like his writing a lot. Like, A LOT)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

A night of Hamburger Helper, bad pants, and almost a scar

Many people believe that scars are weird or gross and all that lame stuff, but I think they're cool. Why, you ask? Well, they are like memories that you can see. Plus, they make for good stories. Mine used to - well, no, actually, it still does - make me feel a little bit like Harry Potter. It looks nothing like his, but it's on my forehead and it's noticeable. Plus, how many people get scars on their face, aside from acne and scabs? Okay, maybe quite a few people, but still!

This story begins in a house of death and torture.

That's actually way over-exaggerating than where it really began. The house was actually my daycare provider lady's house. She was, and still is, I'm sure, a holy roller. She's a bible thumper. Whatever you wanna call it, she's a church lady, like Dana Carvey, but much worse. She had dyed-red curly hair that was short. According to claims by my parental, she "loved me" because I was the only girl at the daycare. That part's true, I was around all boys. And let me tell you, little boys are way frickin' nicer than little girls. I don't care what those figurines, doilies, or hand-knit pillows say, little girls are mean. They are bossy, judgmental, possessive, and gossipy. I wasn't like that, though. I'm pretty sure I was nice. Yeah, I was definitely a nice one. Anyways, my daycare-church-lady, - let's call her Shmancy because I don't know if she'd want me writing about her like this - she scared me sometimes.

She really scared me a few times.

Once, we were eating dinner, all of us kids and her family, that is, and I had to go to the bathroom. This event is so burned into my memory I even remember what we were eating. I was, like, four. We were eating Hamburger Helper Macaroni food, with the cheese and macaroni and meat. I went to leave and I think she stopped me on the way, saying something about "manners," or some crap, about asking before you leave the table. She really freaked me out because one thing that terrifies me is being caught doing something wrong.

And I peed my pants.

Then, Shmancy got down to my eye level and said something like, "What do you think your mom and grandmother and aunt will think of you if they know you peed in your pants?! You're a BIG girl. Not a little baby." Of course, she probably didn't mean to scare the pee out of me, but she did. Because she is a crazy bible lady. And crazy bible ladies scare me. I feel like God is watching me through their eyes, but worse, like all of the things I've done wrong EVAR, they know about, and then God's wrath will come flying out of them through their eyes and voice (lightning bolts and scoldings, possibly fire-breath as well) and come crashing down upon me. Like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction, when he's always talking about striking down upon those who try to poison his brothers and he will strike down with furious vengeance and rage and you will know he is the Lord and blah blah blah. Oh, and after Shmancy gave me a good slap on the wrist - not literally, of course. She's Christian. *rolls eyes dramatically* - I started crying. Another one of my weaknesses, I feel horrible when adults yell at me like that. And I was young, so I lost it right then and there.

It was all very dramatic, really. I went through stages of fear, worthlessness, embarrassment, shame, and then fear again all in one night. At the age of four. I'm pretty sure that was the last time I ever peed my pants.

Oh, crap. I just realized this has nothing to do with what I was going to talk about at all. It began with a scar and ended up with me peeing my pants. 

Maybe someday I'll write a post about the scar because it really is awesome and Harry Potter-like.