Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Quality
Friday, December 10, 2010
Means to an End
Today I am making a difficult decision. It's not really a decision I even want to have to make, but I am happy that I have been able to come to a conclusion on my own and no one decided for me.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Funny
Perfection
I love the feeling of making something that you feel absolutely great about. Something that you completely agree with. Something that has the exact aesthetic you were going for. Something that fits what you had imagined. Something that YOU find beautiful even if no one else does. I love when you can do this. It used to be so rare for me and it is becoming so much easier, slowly but surely.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Sick Day
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Finally
One of my closest friends and I realized awhile ago that we had no photos of the two of us together. Following this discovery, we started taking millions and millions of pictures, but they were all on cameras, memory cards, and facebook. We didn't actually have a physical photograph. And, THAT is what I really, really wanted!
And, today I got it!!
And, today I got it!!
Also,
I am thankful for all of the people in my life who I am maybe not "typically" friends with, but those who I talk with on a regular basis. I have come to realize that the amount of time you know someone does not affect the amount of impact they have on your life. So many baristas, locker room attendants, and teachers have done grand things, like change my life's perspective, but also have just put a smile on my face; Both of which are of the utmost importance to me. Thank you!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thanksgiving
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!
There are so many things in my life that I am thankful for. I could list them off forever, but for the sake of simplicity, I guess I am thankful for my family. Not only are they loving day in and day out, but also, their hard work has put me in a position where my possibilites for my future are endless.
And of course, I am inifinitely greatful for my friends. Whenever I forget how well off I am, they are the ones that remind me. They are so special to me.
Thank you!
There are so many things in my life that I am thankful for. I could list them off forever, but for the sake of simplicity, I guess I am thankful for my family. Not only are they loving day in and day out, but also, their hard work has put me in a position where my possibilites for my future are endless.
And of course, I am inifinitely greatful for my friends. Whenever I forget how well off I am, they are the ones that remind me. They are so special to me.
Thank you!
Monday, November 22, 2010
Tiny Miracles
I love when people remember the littlest details-the things you love. The other day, my friend told me she thought I would like this one song because it repeated itself a lot and she rememebered me saying that I was fond of repetition in music.
Listening is so important.
Listening is so important.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
For Real
My dad and I have our own little morning routine. Since he works late and I strive to be out and about as much as possible, our paths do not cross for a majority of the day. The one thing we have found that we can do together is get coffee in the morning. We leave at the same time. I wait in the parking lot and he goes through the drive through.
While I was waiting for him to pull up to my car with my Venti Iced Coffee with cream and two splenda one morning, he told me with great surprise that he had not had to pay for it. The man infront of him had told the barista to pay for the car in bak of him as well. After paying for the person's tab behind him, my dad asked how long this pattern had been going on, and he replied, "the last 10 people".
Amazing, right?
While I was waiting for him to pull up to my car with my Venti Iced Coffee with cream and two splenda one morning, he told me with great surprise that he had not had to pay for it. The man infront of him had told the barista to pay for the car in bak of him as well. After paying for the person's tab behind him, my dad asked how long this pattern had been going on, and he replied, "the last 10 people".
Amazing, right?
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Same
Turning Right
I facilitated an assembly a couple of weeks ago. The speaker that came to talk to all of the freshmen about respect, integrity, and trust. He touched on those topics, but he focused a ton on giving thanks. It was pretty refreshing. And, while it wasn't aimed at the seniors there helping out, I walked away with the strongest urge to tell all of the people in my life who have been helping me alter my thinking, most of them without even knowing, how much I actually appreciated their presence.
And, frankly, the most interesting thing about talking to each of my influences has been their shocked reactions. I feel like the fact that their personas in itself had such a great impact without intention just goes to show how incredibly wonderful and thought-provoking these folks truly are.
Two years ago, I gave one of those "friends forever" necklace pairs to a teacher I appreciate. He is my constant in my life. No matter who is mad at me, who I am mad at, or what problems I am having, I know that I can go find him at school and he will be sitting there with a smile on his face. As sad as this sounds, I don't have that many people in my life who are like that, which makes his positivity so much more valuable to me. He is my great white hope when all I hear from people is "I'm tired" and "this sucks".
Being such a great and professional teacher, he of course said we could not use the necklaces as long as I was a student, and will not refer to me as a "friend", but he accepted the necklace and assured me that once I graduated we could consider each other friends.
Here I am two years later, explaining to him how he has inspired me to keep a smile on my face, even when tears are taking over
Here I am two years later, explaining to him how he has inspired me to solve problems with grace and logic, instead of "freaking out".
Here I am two years later, all choked up when he gets up, walks over to his cabinet, and pulls out the cardboard jewelry box holding "forever".
I have never felt so supported. Thank you.
And, frankly, the most interesting thing about talking to each of my influences has been their shocked reactions. I feel like the fact that their personas in itself had such a great impact without intention just goes to show how incredibly wonderful and thought-provoking these folks truly are.
Two years ago, I gave one of those "friends forever" necklace pairs to a teacher I appreciate. He is my constant in my life. No matter who is mad at me, who I am mad at, or what problems I am having, I know that I can go find him at school and he will be sitting there with a smile on his face. As sad as this sounds, I don't have that many people in my life who are like that, which makes his positivity so much more valuable to me. He is my great white hope when all I hear from people is "I'm tired" and "this sucks".
Being such a great and professional teacher, he of course said we could not use the necklaces as long as I was a student, and will not refer to me as a "friend", but he accepted the necklace and assured me that once I graduated we could consider each other friends.
Here I am two years later, explaining to him how he has inspired me to keep a smile on my face, even when tears are taking over
Here I am two years later, explaining to him how he has inspired me to solve problems with grace and logic, instead of "freaking out".
Here I am two years later, all choked up when he gets up, walks over to his cabinet, and pulls out the cardboard jewelry box holding "forever".
I have never felt so supported. Thank you.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Snowflakes
All growing up we are told that everyone is special is their own unique way; everyone is different.
This week in my speech class we had to present multiple aspects of ourselves to the class using four objects. an object to represent our past, our present, our future, and what makes us unique. Almost everyone said that this was the most difficult part of the presentation, including me.
Kind of ironic, right?
This week in my speech class we had to present multiple aspects of ourselves to the class using four objects. an object to represent our past, our present, our future, and what makes us unique. Almost everyone said that this was the most difficult part of the presentation, including me.
Kind of ironic, right?
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A Calender
I don't understand this type of sentiment:
"Last day of summer! NO MORE FUN! Totally not excited. This is the worst thing in the world blah blah blah FML. the world sucks so incredibly much. why are you doing this to me?"
Does the first day of school really bring about the end of a season? Does the start of school really mean the fun stops? Does the start of school really feel like the worst thing on Earth?
No, not really. I mean, unless you don't know how to have fun. The reality is you can make anything fun.
"There's a magic cottage inside of each of us" -SARK
so, find fun. Be fun.
"Last day of summer! NO MORE FUN! Totally not excited. This is the worst thing in the world blah blah blah FML. the world sucks so incredibly much. why are you doing this to me?"
Does the first day of school really bring about the end of a season? Does the start of school really mean the fun stops? Does the start of school really feel like the worst thing on Earth?
No, not really. I mean, unless you don't know how to have fun. The reality is you can make anything fun.
"There's a magic cottage inside of each of us" -SARK
so, find fun. Be fun.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Everyone loves
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
The Most Beautiful Thing of My Life
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Words
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Blah Blah Blah Blah
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Great
lately I have been talking to this girl who I have always known, but never really KNOWN. We have been chatting on and offline and have really gotten to now each other. She is the sweetet girl and knows how to keep a conversation going. This new friend always answers questions honestly, but also asks a question back. Nowadays, I feel like this phenomenon is rare.
The last time we talked, she told me she had always wanted to be friends, but had just felt kind of awkward. I had kind of felt the same way. My impression of her had almost been different than before we had started talking, and I was so glad we had because she seems like a really nice person.
I hope this will motivate me to talk to more people I want to know better, becasue so far it has proved to be worthwhile.
The last time we talked, she told me she had always wanted to be friends, but had just felt kind of awkward. I had kind of felt the same way. My impression of her had almost been different than before we had started talking, and I was so glad we had because she seems like a really nice person.
I hope this will motivate me to talk to more people I want to know better, becasue so far it has proved to be worthwhile.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Things
Sometimes it's really hard to want things after they're handed to you. I think sometimes I just want to want something.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Cookies
Do it.
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I had my annual singing recital! Yes! I cherish the opportunity to perform and share what I love with the people I love. All three of my best friends came to support me: Syd, christina, and Becca.
After I performed my two songs, I joked about singing on the piano. It's sheen was begging me to lay on it! Fortunately, my spontaneous singing instructor said "do it." So, yeah. I did it. I sang on the piano, and it felt great.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Friends and Freaks
Monday, May 24, 2010
free
You should never feel obligated to ask "why are you wearing that", because the response will most likely be "because I felt like it."
Take it from my good friend Becca, here. She looks ridiculous. She knows it, she loves it, and she couldn't care less if you think it's ridiculous or not. Way to go, Becca!
Take it from my good friend Becca, here. She looks ridiculous. She knows it, she loves it, and she couldn't care less if you think it's ridiculous or not. Way to go, Becca!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Keighty
I feel like using people's names in adressing them is really nice. It stands out to me so much. For example:
" Keighty, you are wearing shoes."
is going to sound a lot more special to me than
"You are wearing shoes."
Some people are so good at doing this. I do not really know how they do it. What is your secret?! I could only hope to be as personable. Maybe someday.
" Keighty, you are wearing shoes."
is going to sound a lot more special to me than
"You are wearing shoes."
Some people are so good at doing this. I do not really know how they do it. What is your secret?! I could only hope to be as personable. Maybe someday.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Exude
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Becca Jacobi Photography
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Laugh
Monday, April 19, 2010
The Best Day Of My Life
The first time, but second time I attempted to see Keane in concert, I told my friend syd on the way in that I hoped they closed the concert with the song "Bedshaped". It's my favorite song. It's not popular. It's not fast. It's not upeat. It's not interesting.
It's just my favorite.
But I knew they wouldn't close with it.
But then they closed with it. And I wanted to cry.
It's just my favorite.
But I knew they wouldn't close with it.
But then they closed with it. And I wanted to cry.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Hey, Stranger!
So, there's one girl who says hi to me every time she sees me in the hallway. During the course of the school day, I of course interact with many of my fellow students, but this girl always sticks out in my mind. Let's just call her Julie.
Julie and I have definately been closer in the past. We used to do the same things, take the same classes, and have the same friends. As I'm sure you are well aware of though:
Life changes.
Pretty soon, you even forget how to play the games you use to play and the names of the people you played them with. But, not in Julie's case. Julie could easily walk past me every time we meet without uttering a word. I'm not always on the prowl for conversation and consequently, wouldn't have thought anything of it.
Julie does say something though. And I think a lot about it. It makes me think a lot about how someone who I haven't had a lengthy conversation with in almost two years is quite possibly more interested in, much less, aware of my presence.
Julie's salutations always instills a good feeling in me: knowing that someone feels I'm worth a hello.
Maybe next time you see that person you used to be really close with, you could let them know the same thing: say hello!
Julie and I have definately been closer in the past. We used to do the same things, take the same classes, and have the same friends. As I'm sure you are well aware of though:
Life changes.
Pretty soon, you even forget how to play the games you use to play and the names of the people you played them with. But, not in Julie's case. Julie could easily walk past me every time we meet without uttering a word. I'm not always on the prowl for conversation and consequently, wouldn't have thought anything of it.
Julie does say something though. And I think a lot about it. It makes me think a lot about how someone who I haven't had a lengthy conversation with in almost two years is quite possibly more interested in, much less, aware of my presence.
Julie's salutations always instills a good feeling in me: knowing that someone feels I'm worth a hello.
Maybe next time you see that person you used to be really close with, you could let them know the same thing: say hello!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
What's the Word?
"I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for."
-Georgia O'Keeffe
I couldn't agree more. There are not nearly enough words in the world!
-Georgia O'Keeffe
I couldn't agree more. There are not nearly enough words in the world!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
So Much Better Than FML
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Good to Hear
12:07 Syd:
mkay
KEIGHTY
yesterday
it was so pretty
i cried for five minutes
12:08 Keighty
why??!!!
12:08 Syd
just because life is so beautiful
yeah. it was the best. i was in the studio theater with david and luke with just the lecture lights on (the really bright ones focused downstage)
and we were just talking
then they had to go
well we all did
but i went over to get my bag
and
i love life
mkay
KEIGHTY
yesterday
it was so pretty
i cried for five minutes
12:08 Keighty
why??!!!
12:08 Syd
just because life is so beautiful
yeah. it was the best. i was in the studio theater with david and luke with just the lecture lights on (the really bright ones focused downstage)
and we were just talking
then they had to go
well we all did
but i went over to get my bag
and
i love life
Fear
"La peur est irrationelle; La raison doit la vaincre." -Ionesco
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getting the ball rolling
This essay was written awhile ago in an effort to release some pent up frustration. Looking back on what happened and putting it down on paper was such a good way to do that! I really do know this whole situation that i described sounds kind of silly, but as a frequent starsbucks-goer, having people crowding into the coffeeshop was like having people crowding into my room. I guess we really are just creatures of habit. And we don't like it when people take our stuff.
Currently, I don't have a favorite spot. I realized that each spot has different ups and downs and could in fact be the perfect seat for what I feel like doing: the comfy corner chair for reading, communion table for textbooks, and the high-tops for using my laptop. Although they weren't always my usual spot, they were always strategic spots.
I guess you can't reach perfection until you define it.
My Table:
“Mind if I perch at this end?”
“Hell yeah, I do!” I wanted to scream at her. But I couldn’t. Because I wasn’t even the lucky bastard sitting at the other end of the communion table at Starbucks like I usually am. Today, I was demoted to the table and chairs set, stuck by the window, in the corner.
Trapped between a large extended family speaking in their native, yet foreign to me, tongue and the oh-so-tempting exit, remaining concentrated was a bit more difficult. That being said, I dove into my workbook, hoping to drown. That way I could at least get some time alone with it.
With three pages down, I came up for air. Looking around, I wanted to cry.
Why would she do that?
It was silly. I know. But, one should never underestimate importance. It’s kind of odd really. I would think every caffeinated coffee drinker in the place would feel my unspoken pain. Coffee should hold up that same standard of importance to them too; it’s that external energy to finish the day.
It’s that piece to finish the puzzle.
It’s that gas to drive the car.
And then there was me. A fully energized girl, driving around the country, with a completed puzzle in the backseat, but I have no clue in hell where I am; I don’t have my seat!
My seat!
That seat that is mine!
Mine!
I stare back into the foreign man’s eyes. He was walking towards me on a mission. He stopped at the opposite edge of the table, paused, and rested his hands on the chair facing me.
Yeah? Can I help you?
He cocked his head to the left and slowly smiled as if to apologize. His shoulders said “ah, what can ya do?” as he backed away slowly, dragging the chair. I sat in astonishment and screamed. Out loud? Who cares? It wouldn’t have been audible over the screeching of the chair’s gnarly feet anyways.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I stuff my work in my bag.
I march out of the coffee shop.
Currently, I don't have a favorite spot. I realized that each spot has different ups and downs and could in fact be the perfect seat for what I feel like doing: the comfy corner chair for reading, communion table for textbooks, and the high-tops for using my laptop. Although they weren't always my usual spot, they were always strategic spots.
I guess you can't reach perfection until you define it.
My Table:
“Mind if I perch at this end?”
“Hell yeah, I do!” I wanted to scream at her. But I couldn’t. Because I wasn’t even the lucky bastard sitting at the other end of the communion table at Starbucks like I usually am. Today, I was demoted to the table and chairs set, stuck by the window, in the corner.
Trapped between a large extended family speaking in their native, yet foreign to me, tongue and the oh-so-tempting exit, remaining concentrated was a bit more difficult. That being said, I dove into my workbook, hoping to drown. That way I could at least get some time alone with it.
With three pages down, I came up for air. Looking around, I wanted to cry.
Why would she do that?
It was silly. I know. But, one should never underestimate importance. It’s kind of odd really. I would think every caffeinated coffee drinker in the place would feel my unspoken pain. Coffee should hold up that same standard of importance to them too; it’s that external energy to finish the day.
It’s that piece to finish the puzzle.
It’s that gas to drive the car.
And then there was me. A fully energized girl, driving around the country, with a completed puzzle in the backseat, but I have no clue in hell where I am; I don’t have my seat!
My seat!
That seat that is mine!
Mine!
I stare back into the foreign man’s eyes. He was walking towards me on a mission. He stopped at the opposite edge of the table, paused, and rested his hands on the chair facing me.
Yeah? Can I help you?
He cocked his head to the left and slowly smiled as if to apologize. His shoulders said “ah, what can ya do?” as he backed away slowly, dragging the chair. I sat in astonishment and screamed. Out loud? Who cares? It wouldn’t have been audible over the screeching of the chair’s gnarly feet anyways.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I stuff my work in my bag.
I march out of the coffee shop.
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coffee,
habit,
perfection,
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