Monday, April 26, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tense
Okay, first note, me keeping up with anything continuously always fails! So no more lists. Eh it was fun while it lasted. Second note is that I recently learned that I am a tense person. It only took a couple of photos (which rarely happen, since I am horrendously photo-phobic) and a creepy come-on. Let me regal you with the details. I do not, normally, like to attend parties and other boisterous social events. Small gatherings for dinner, movies, walks, and travel are much more my style. However, two weeks ago I did go out to a dance with a few friends and photos were naturally taken. Recently, those photos were posted on Facebook and they are... less then stellar. I look like a solider ready for hoard of terrorists to explode in my face. I am standing stiffly, with shoulders squared back, arms at the side, on my toes and ready to run out the door at a moments notice. =/ Obviously, that is not how I wanted to look, especially as I was wearing a black dress, heels and makeup.
The other occurrence that lead me to realize this about myself happened last night. After munching on chicken lomein and watching some movies with a friend =) I walked across campus late at night (or one can say very early in the morning). The typical douchebag and entourage called out to me and said, "Hey baby, you lookin' kinda tense. I can help joo! I'll relax joo. Come on baby, I like them glasses..." etc etc. While I wasn't interested in any kind of help he could dish out, I did zero in on that word again. Tense. Tense, tense, tense. I've always been so tense, but never had enough time or sense to think about it. Is it my tense attitude that puts people off? How did I get so tense? I thought that walking with an attitude is just what New Yorkers do, a way to protect yourself from muggers, rapists, and murders. I didn't think it kept everyone else at bay as well, nor did I think that that attitude seemed to creep in with everything I do, from pictures before a party to happily walking home. It just irks and surprises me to see such a negative side of myself.
The other occurrence that lead me to realize this about myself happened last night. After munching on chicken lomein and watching some movies with a friend =) I walked across campus late at night (or one can say very early in the morning). The typical douchebag and entourage called out to me and said, "Hey baby, you lookin' kinda tense. I can help joo! I'll relax joo. Come on baby, I like them glasses..." etc etc. While I wasn't interested in any kind of help he could dish out, I did zero in on that word again. Tense. Tense, tense, tense. I've always been so tense, but never had enough time or sense to think about it. Is it my tense attitude that puts people off? How did I get so tense? I thought that walking with an attitude is just what New Yorkers do, a way to protect yourself from muggers, rapists, and murders. I didn't think it kept everyone else at bay as well, nor did I think that that attitude seemed to creep in with everything I do, from pictures before a party to happily walking home. It just irks and surprises me to see such a negative side of myself.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Weekly List
One more thing for today. I just wanted to say that I love lists. Lists help me organize my thoughts into coherent ideas and actions. So I wanted to try filling out a weekly list every Monday. These will be general questions/statements that will be slightly different every week. I encourage others to fill them out too, because this is just a great way of figuring out where you are at the beginning of a whole new week. =D
*Le List*
1. Mood?
My mood is pretty relaxed at the moment. I think I'm trying to escape the reality that is school life, and just NOT think about all that needs to be done. Shoo shoo responsible hard-working thoughts!
2. Are you a morning or a night person?
Um... this depends on how long I put off my school work. If I moderately put it off, I'm a night person because I will do everything until the birds start squawking at dawn. However, if I am in an incredible funk, I will actual go to sleep and then wake at like 3-4 in the morning and just do everything then. I definitely like to test my limits under pressure. Such a bad habit really. *sigh*
3. What is your favorite thing to do on Saturday night?
I'm going to sound so pathetic, but I love to sleep. I seriously think I may have been a cat in my past life. My record for longest nap (or coma) was 28 hours. THIS IS NO JOKE! Ask moja mama. She can voche for me.
4. What is the one thing you miss about being a kid?
I miss playing pranks. Me and my friends were such trouble makers. I remember all the things we used to do (throwing water balloons from my window, planting fart bombs in the bushes, ding-dong ditch, prank phone calls, and other general foolishness) and I really miss all that general fun-spirited mayhem.
5. What's your favorite color (this very moment!)
Right now it has to be a goldenrod yellow. But my favorite color changes so quickly that you may get another answer in 5 minutes. =)
6. Fiction or Nonfiction?
Fiction all the way! I've never come across any decent nonfiction. I love novels, plays, poetry, anything completely fabricated from nothing. Most non-fiction that I've come across has been dry and dull. However, if someone wants to make an argument for nonfiction and suggest something good, I'd be willing to listen. I need to read something good.
7. Your favorite pet?
I had a number of pets, mostly goldfish. However, my favorite had to Sam the Hamster. She was so sweet to me, despite all the abuse my brothers heaped onto her. She died on Christmas Eve when I was in Poland ='(
8. Secret Hobby?
... I collected stamps quite avidly when I was younger... DON'T JUDGE! My aunts were huge collectors, so they gave me their old collections. I still have the stamps at home and while I don't collect them anymore, I like looking at them everyone in a while.
9. What was your dream job growing up?
A florist. There was a flowershop on the corner of my house growing up and I would always go visit and help out when I was younger. The owner was this old Polish lady that I called babcia (grandmother). I always helped water the plants, sweep up and make bouquets. I still think I could do a better job at wrapping flowers then most deli/flowershop workers here in the city. =D
10. GOALS!
MUST CATCH UP ON HOMEWORK! I am planning a major study fest and reading period this week! I must must must do more work!
*Noir
*Le List*
1. Mood?
My mood is pretty relaxed at the moment. I think I'm trying to escape the reality that is school life, and just NOT think about all that needs to be done. Shoo shoo responsible hard-working thoughts!
2. Are you a morning or a night person?
Um... this depends on how long I put off my school work. If I moderately put it off, I'm a night person because I will do everything until the birds start squawking at dawn. However, if I am in an incredible funk, I will actual go to sleep and then wake at like 3-4 in the morning and just do everything then. I definitely like to test my limits under pressure. Such a bad habit really. *sigh*
3. What is your favorite thing to do on Saturday night?
I'm going to sound so pathetic, but I love to sleep. I seriously think I may have been a cat in my past life. My record for longest nap (or coma) was 28 hours. THIS IS NO JOKE! Ask moja mama. She can voche for me.
4. What is the one thing you miss about being a kid?
I miss playing pranks. Me and my friends were such trouble makers. I remember all the things we used to do (throwing water balloons from my window, planting fart bombs in the bushes, ding-dong ditch, prank phone calls, and other general foolishness) and I really miss all that general fun-spirited mayhem.
5. What's your favorite color (this very moment!)
Right now it has to be a goldenrod yellow. But my favorite color changes so quickly that you may get another answer in 5 minutes. =)
6. Fiction or Nonfiction?
Fiction all the way! I've never come across any decent nonfiction. I love novels, plays, poetry, anything completely fabricated from nothing. Most non-fiction that I've come across has been dry and dull. However, if someone wants to make an argument for nonfiction and suggest something good, I'd be willing to listen. I need to read something good.
7. Your favorite pet?
I had a number of pets, mostly goldfish. However, my favorite had to Sam the Hamster. She was so sweet to me, despite all the abuse my brothers heaped onto her. She died on Christmas Eve when I was in Poland ='(
8. Secret Hobby?
... I collected stamps quite avidly when I was younger... DON'T JUDGE! My aunts were huge collectors, so they gave me their old collections. I still have the stamps at home and while I don't collect them anymore, I like looking at them everyone in a while.
9. What was your dream job growing up?
A florist. There was a flowershop on the corner of my house growing up and I would always go visit and help out when I was younger. The owner was this old Polish lady that I called babcia (grandmother). I always helped water the plants, sweep up and make bouquets. I still think I could do a better job at wrapping flowers then most deli/flowershop workers here in the city. =D
10. GOALS!
MUST CATCH UP ON HOMEWORK! I am planning a major study fest and reading period this week! I must must must do more work!
*Noir
Very First Post
Thanks to the influence of a close friend of mine, I have decided to start my very first blog. It's a little late, considering I'm already 20 years old and blogs have been prevalent throughout my teenage years. However, I felt no compulsion to start a blog, until now. There is no great purpose behind this blog. I'm not writing to inform, inspire or ignite. This is purely a selfish act. I'm writing to improve my literary skills and to keep my creativity flowing. The name of this blog is inspired by a poem by one of my favorite poets, Wislawa Szymborska. She is a Polish poet, who I enjoy reading in the original text, as well as in English. For the sake of those who may come across this site, I'll put up the English translation. I like her poetry because it is simple, unpretentious, and honest. I feel like it is very much influenced by stream of consciousness, but unlike other writers using the same technique, she still keeps the literature entertaining. The reason why I chose this poem as my blog title is because I know that majority of people won't ever read this. In fact, I may be the only person to ever read this blog and that is perfectly fine.
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Some like poetry
Some--
that means not all.
Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting the schools, where one must,
and the poets themselves, there will be perhaps two in a thousand.
Like--
but one also likes chicken noodle soup,
one likes compliments and the color blue, one likes an old scarf,
one likes to prove one's point,
one likes to pet a dog.
Poetry--
but what sort of thing is poetry?
More than one shaky answer
has been given to this question.
But I do not know and do not know and clutch on to it,
as to a saving bannister.
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This is obviously not my work but Szymborska's and the translation is by Joanna Trzeciak. Her English translations are quite good and can be found at http://www.pan.net/trzeciak/. I suggest that those unfamiliar with Szymborska's poetry to check them out!
*Noir
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