More Than Words
Yesterday’s lyric, “And if you said this life ain’t good enough, I would give my world to lift you up.” is from Smooth by Rob Thomas and Santana.
Here’s today’s lyric: “You want a part of me? Well I’m not selling cheap.”
Know the source? Hate these lyrics? Have better suggestions?
Goody Links
If you’re into books, and I am if you haven’t guessed so far, you’ll enjoy the mp3lit page with lots of mp3s on books read by their authors. While it is hard to navigate and it’s still missing most of my favorite authors, I did enjoy listening to Kurt Vonnegut and Anthony Burgess. They also have poetry and non-fiction. Thanks go to megnut for this link. Go listen to some books!
Thoughts
For the last three months, I’ve been going to the gym here at work. I’ve never been a shower-in-public person. I don’t feel comfortable being naked around other people. To be totally honest, I don’t even feel comfortable being naked alone. I’m sure many people would say that it means I am oppressed and have issues. Most likely, they’re right. I always told myself that if I can get rid of the weight I gained during college, I can be at peace with my body once again, but I’m not even sure that’s true. While I’d finally be more comfortable, I still don’t think I can prance around naked in a room full of other people, even if they are all members of my gender. Maybe I should have gone to burning man, it might have freed me. It’s really not possible for me not to be self-conscious. If anyone has any good suggestions, I’m all ears.
One of the greatest things about sleeping in the same bed with a male is that men are walking heaters. As I lay in bed, shivering, I feel utterly thankful for the heat Jake’s body gives off. I’m sure there’s a scientific explanation for why men are much warmer than women. While I look into the matter, I’m gonna keep enjoying my personal heater.
Some people have differing thoughts about the TiVo Giveaway. I think it’s perfectly fine not to enter. I already wanted one. I can’t function without the TV on, so it’d be good to have the shows I enjoy instead of most of the crap I end up having to watch.
Oh, and, Happy New Year.
Exactly one week from today, I’m flying home. Hooray!
I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase “Today’s the first day of the rest of your life” often enough, but last week, I made the decision to really make today a different day for myself. I am trying out a three-month experiment on following my own advice and taking better care of my body, heart, brain, and skin. Since I truly believe that it’s all a mindset, I decided to change mine. I’m sure you’ll get to see how well I manage to keep it up.
One of the things I notice in most successful people is that they were totally ambitious about what they wanted. There are a few lucky people who fell into something they liked and got to do it, but most people worked hard and totally concentrated on wanting the life they eventually got. Think of your own life. Your goals. Are you where you’ve always wanted to be? If so, you’re in a rare situation, make the most of it. If not, why not?
My 5-day weekend has started. Wo hoo!
What flavor are you? via Harrumph.
I am peppermint! Crisp and refreshing, you’re the flavor of candy canes and after-dinner mints — everyone’s favorite comfort candies. If you were a season, you’d be winter — bracing and energizing, but cozy, too. Your honesty and forthright personality make people feel like they’ve known you forever — they can’t help but be drawn to your sweet, fresh nature. Perhaps a little old-fashioned, and occasionally shy, you’re generally happy and well-liked. Traditional and invigorating, you’re a truly tasty treat.
Hmm. Winter. My favorite season is Spring. And I must say my forthright personality often embarrasses the people around me. And I hate peppermint! Oh well, at least it was correct about how people can’t help being drawn to me. Heh heh.
Things are just not going my way lately. I seem to be failing at everything I try, which leads me back to the point of me not being good at anything. Especially writing. Some people say that anyone can write. They say that all it takes is for you to sit and do it. Over and over again. While others believe that writing isn’t something just anyone can do. Who’s right? Who knows? Not me. All I know is that I suck at it.
It’s amazing how strong an effect random people can have on you. I jumped in a cab on the way to my class today and the driver went on and on about how pretty I looked. Now, he probably says that to everyone but it still made me smile and for a few minutes I felt good.
On Saturday night, as I watched the movie with my friend, the woman sitting next to me kept staring at me throughout the movie. For a while, I thought it might be cause I moved, but even when I didn’t blink or utter a word, she kept staring. It took me large amounts of self-restraint not to turn to her and yell, “What’s your problem?” Afterwards, I wondered how much effect random people have on my day and my mood.
Obviously, it only matters what you think of yourself but it’s fascinating how a total stranger can sway one’s mood.
Happy Birthday To Me!
Send me mail, wish me well.
Insecurity is a bad thing. It makes you doubt everything. It makes you paranoid and uncomfortable. You look around and you feel like everyone’s staring at you. You hear a snicker and conclude they must be laughing at you. You read a comment and swear the person had you in mind when writing it. You obsess about it until you can think of absolutely nothing else.
You don’t even stop to ponder how self-involved you are to imagine that people have nothing better to do. People spend a lot less time thinking about you than you think they do. Next time, you find yourself worrying about how someone is directing a comment at you, try to refocus your perspective.
Still feeling bummed, still don’t exactly know why. I’ve decided that I want to try my hand at some design work and, since it sucks, I plan to start with my bio page. I have no idea whether this will even happen or how long it will take. It may take me a long time and it might still suck, who knows? I figure it’ll be something new to learn. I haven’t used anything besides Photoshop since college so it should be fun to get reacquainted.
We watched Happy, Texas last night. I still can’t make up my mind about whether I liked it or not. It definitely is no masterpiece, but it was sort of funny. Stupid funny, but funny nonetheless.
Feeling kinda blue lately. Don’t know exactly why which makes it much harder to get rid of the overwhelming emotion. I can’t figure out if it’s best for me to just go out and have a good time so I can forget all about it or if I should sit and ponder until I can pinpoint the exact cause of the lack of happiness. Any suggestions?
Argh.
In Turkish, there is a saying. The closest translation is ‘monkey appetite.’ It’s used for a person who wants everything. Someone who can’t have enough. That’s exactly how I feel about my life. I want to do everything. I don’t want to choose. I want to spend more time volunteering. I want to learn how to write better. I want to finish my novel. I want to get published. I want to learn how to draw better. I want to learn how to play the saxophone. I want to speak Japanese fluently. I want to remember all my German. I want to perfect my Italian. I want to learn Russian and Hebrew. I want to learn how to do graphic design and 3-D graphics and animation. I want to get in better shape. I want to eat healthier. I want to read more, much more. I want to keep a more detailed diary. I want to sign like a pro. I want to learn all about art history and American history. I want to understand physics and biology. I want to be a much better programmer. One of the best. I want to teach and work with little children. I want to have a dog. Dalmatian. I want to live by a lake and take walks in the morning. I want to have children. I want to fly a plane. I want to learn to let go. I want to learn to forgive myself.
I don’t want to choose. I want it all.
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