Two postings in one day what?
Feeling chatty today apparently. Here's more:
Story of the Day
Friday night Andrew and I were invited by Angela and Lindsey to a house party of a girl we did not know whatsoever. So...we went. We get to the apt and there are a group of people with dredlocks in the dining room, african americans watching basketball in the livingroom, some random jamaicans and other asians, and us. The apt was really artsy (an art graduate student decorated) and I was in awe just looking at the walls. For example, in the livingroom on the wall there were about 20 pieces of cloth with porn typed onto them with a typewriter. Well after I had a few drinks I noticed that these people lived across from Show World. Mmmm Show World. Soooo I suggested going there, Lindsey decided to ask all these other people if they wanted to go over there, and about 20 minutes later there were about 10 people from the party looking at porn at Show World. Only a few people (as in Andrew and I) actually bought porn, but that's another story.
Ponderance of the Day
I want to be a good person. I want to help people if they need help. Therefore, I was wondering, if I see a person broken down on the side of the road, should I stop and try to help them out? I know the general answer would be yes, but I am a girl, a small girl at that. If I am by myself in a car, and I stop, I may be at more risk than them. Living in Rochester I often see people stranded and I drive by, wondering if I should have stopped. Any advice??
Song Lyrics of the Day
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy,
Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I heard that song on the radio today. I'm not much of a music person, I don't post many song lyrics, actually most of the time I don't even pay attention to song lyrics when I listen to songs. But I've been thinking lately about my life. Maybe it's the impending doom of my birthday, maybe it's my recent trip to the mall, but I'm beginning to feel old. I know 23 isn't very old, but I'm not very good at letting go of my past. Okay wait, I can let go of my past, I'm not good at letting go of memories. Same thing? I don't know. Every time I talk with the interns at work something inevitably comes up about Geneseo. Then I get to thinking back on memories from Geneseo and I get sad because freshman year seems so far away from me now. Sometimes I think about when I was little and all the fun I had and the huge amount of creativity I possessed that I feel is not with me anymore. It's not like I want to live my life all over again or anything, but I miss the times. I wish there was a device like one of those 3D helmet things where I can go back and re-live all the great memories. I guess that wouldn't be good either because it would be even harder to let it go.
Then I get to thinking what the future holds for me. Five years from now I'm gonna look back on this time in my life and think "wow that was so long ago I really miss those days" but I'll be doing something else that will be remembered fondly at a later date. I'm just worried for when I'm 80 and everything I have will be a memory and I'll be so sad because my life was so fun and interesting and now it's ending. I guess all I can say to myself is just to never take anything in life for granted, because you never know when you'll miss it.
Story of the Day
Friday night Andrew and I were invited by Angela and Lindsey to a house party of a girl we did not know whatsoever. So...we went. We get to the apt and there are a group of people with dredlocks in the dining room, african americans watching basketball in the livingroom, some random jamaicans and other asians, and us. The apt was really artsy (an art graduate student decorated) and I was in awe just looking at the walls. For example, in the livingroom on the wall there were about 20 pieces of cloth with porn typed onto them with a typewriter. Well after I had a few drinks I noticed that these people lived across from Show World. Mmmm Show World. Soooo I suggested going there, Lindsey decided to ask all these other people if they wanted to go over there, and about 20 minutes later there were about 10 people from the party looking at porn at Show World. Only a few people (as in Andrew and I) actually bought porn, but that's another story.
Ponderance of the Day
I want to be a good person. I want to help people if they need help. Therefore, I was wondering, if I see a person broken down on the side of the road, should I stop and try to help them out? I know the general answer would be yes, but I am a girl, a small girl at that. If I am by myself in a car, and I stop, I may be at more risk than them. Living in Rochester I often see people stranded and I drive by, wondering if I should have stopped. Any advice??
Song Lyrics of the Day
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy,
Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I heard that song on the radio today. I'm not much of a music person, I don't post many song lyrics, actually most of the time I don't even pay attention to song lyrics when I listen to songs. But I've been thinking lately about my life. Maybe it's the impending doom of my birthday, maybe it's my recent trip to the mall, but I'm beginning to feel old. I know 23 isn't very old, but I'm not very good at letting go of my past. Okay wait, I can let go of my past, I'm not good at letting go of memories. Same thing? I don't know. Every time I talk with the interns at work something inevitably comes up about Geneseo. Then I get to thinking back on memories from Geneseo and I get sad because freshman year seems so far away from me now. Sometimes I think about when I was little and all the fun I had and the huge amount of creativity I possessed that I feel is not with me anymore. It's not like I want to live my life all over again or anything, but I miss the times. I wish there was a device like one of those 3D helmet things where I can go back and re-live all the great memories. I guess that wouldn't be good either because it would be even harder to let it go.
Then I get to thinking what the future holds for me. Five years from now I'm gonna look back on this time in my life and think "wow that was so long ago I really miss those days" but I'll be doing something else that will be remembered fondly at a later date. I'm just worried for when I'm 80 and everything I have will be a memory and I'll be so sad because my life was so fun and interesting and now it's ending. I guess all I can say to myself is just to never take anything in life for granted, because you never know when you'll miss it.
Comments
Hahahaha. Sorry. That was really funny. That's quite the awkward sentence, dearest.