Mmmm, I had a bunch of ideas that I wanted to talk about after our Items from the Memory Box(es) Week. And I was really excited about them. But I'm not really feeling up to it right now. And I really wanna feel up to it when I write about things I care about, you know?
But I also feel like I should put a lot of effort into this post, just because Kendall is a big cheating cheater of cheatery for taking his Creative Writing class homework and passing it off as a blog post. He also started a new thing at the bottom part of his posts, "Email Subject of the Day." Kendall has, in his Yahoo! account, every single email between us since we started emailing each other our freshman year. I know, that only makes about three years' worth of emails but, actually, Kendall and I used to send more than thirty emails between each other every night so HA! And being the random people that we are, we always had weird subject titles. And I guess he's just picking a random one every day? Or maybe he's actually going to the matching dates (as in the email thread of April 25, 2010 is the email subject of the day)? I don't know. But yeah, we don't email each other that much anymore (that's what Facebook is for, silly) unless we're sending each other huge files or documents.
Soo....analogy time. Fair warning: I'm not good at analogies. There are a couple of times when I luck out on a good analogy but these moments are rare. So let's try one for why I'm just not in the mood to write awesome posts tonight:
Let's say that you're a book, and you are one of the favorite books of your owner (note that you're only one of the favorites--there are many others--because we have quite the avid reader here). Your owner's taste changes a lot from time to time depending on what he's doing in school, his friends' suggestions, what's popular and all that. So one day, he could pick you up and read you for hours. But then the next day, he could just ignore you on the bookshelf and pick up another book to read for hours. How does that feel? Feels terrible right? Well, one day, he picks you up to read. Then the next day, he reads you again. And then he reads a couple more chapters the next day. This lasts for a couple of weeks and you're so happy that he's finally shown you so much attention after you've been sitting in the bookshelf for such a long time, wishing that he'd pick you up to read at least a couple of your pages. Then one day, your owner throws a party. And so a lot of people come over and one of your owners' friends suggests a book for him to read. And your owner's like, "Oh wait, I think I have that book!" He goes off to search for that book, and sure enough, he does have it, and it's one of his favorite books (a.k.a. one of the "many others"). So he reads that book at the party all night long (yeah, what a nerd). Now how does that feel? Still terrible? Okay, so one of his friends asks to borrow the book and he's all, "Okay!" Then everyone leaves and he gets bored so he looks around and sees you. Then he comes over and picks you up and tries to read a couple of pages. But he can't read anymore because you explode in his hands because you're all, "What the---?! You read me for two weeks, and you're several chapters away from the end, and then you just pick up another book and read that? And then when you get bored, and don't have that other book anymore, only then do you pick me up to try to read a couple of pages?!?!?!?!"
Yep, I hear crickets. Well, that analogy died an unnatural death. Moral? Books don't like it when they're your second choice.
Today....
I really loved...golden snitch sillybands.
I smiled because...see that Refresh icon up there? Yeah, it made me smile. Just once though.
Lyrics playing at this very moment as I type this portion of the blog:
"...I want you to notice when I'm not around. You're so very special. I wish I was special..."
(Creep by Radiohead----gaahh, one of my favorite songs of all time!)
Hours of sleep last night: 4 hours, 15-ish minutes
Times it got COLD: 5 friggin' times
Friend of the day: Kendall
--Jen :)
P.S. No worries, I'm hoping that this bout of depression will end soon so I can end the month with awesome posts!
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Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday: Mie's Mornings
THE FOLLOWING POST IS MY FAILURE POST. I DID NOT POST YESTERDAY. I TYPED ALL OF THIS UP ON THURSDAY NIGHT, BUT I DIDN'T GET TO POST IT UNTIL NOW (AND IT'S FRIDAY MORNING). SORRY. I'LL PUT UP MY FRIDAY POST LATER ON TODAY OR TONIGHT.
**EDIT** at 4:30pm (4/22/11): We JUST hit 4000 under Total Views. Whoo.
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Day 21!
This one'll be short. I wanna go to sleep. Kendall's still at that NASA dance in school. Gah, I wanted to go.
Last summer, I took Trig and P/SAT Prep during summer school and I received scholarship to offset the costs. In return, I worked for an hour every morning at the Lower School autoline, opening car doors for the little kids. I stood out at the autoline, along with other scholarship workers, and we wore those reflective orange vests. And we greeted the kids arriving to school, and opened the car doors for them, and helped them out of their car seats if necessary. It wasn't fun-fun, but it wasn't boring either. The whole summer, we saw the same kids over and over again, of course, and it's cool to see how kids say goodbye to their parents or, if they have siblings, the things they say to each other early in the morning.
Anyway, there was this specific truck that almost ways ended up in front of me at the autoline, and I was always the one to open the back car door. The cutest little girl with full cheeks and blonde hair (always tied in either pigtails or a long braid) would always greet me on the other side of the door. I could tell that she was shy and soft-spoken (SP?) from the very beginning with the way she slowly and carefully unbuckled her seatbelt. I took her backpack from her lap that first day as she gingerly stepped out onto the pavement. She then took her backpack, adjusted it on her shoulders, and whispered (she whispered!) to her father in the front seat, "Bye, Dad. I love you."
She was, hands-down, the most adorable thing I had ever seen.
For the first several mornings, I opened her door for her. Then one day, as she went about unbuckling her seatbelt, her father turned from the front seat and said, "Mie, did you wanna ask your friend something?" He cocked his head in my direction as Mie smiled.
She softly asked me, "What's your name?" as she carefully stepped out of the truck.
"Jen," I answered.
"Hi, Jen," she said shyly. Then she turned to her dad, whispered her goodbye, and waved to us goodbye.
Her father thanked me and I smiled and shut the door.
There were mornings when Mie's father's truck stopped a couple of scholarship workers in front or behind me, but Mie and I never failed to smile and wave at each other. She made my mornings, and I hope I helped make hers too.
On the last day of summer school, I didn't get to open her car door because she and her father arrived a bit later than usual. We were already folding and packing up our vests when that familiar truck finally pulled up at the autoline. Mie ran out of the truck and came up to me, carrying a little baggie in her hands. The morning bell was about to ring at any minute, but Mie gave me a big hug and thanked me "for everything" before running off to class. I waved a final goodbye to her father before he drove off.
**EDIT** at 4:30pm (4/22/11): We JUST hit 4000 under Total Views. Whoo.
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Day 21!
This one'll be short. I wanna go to sleep. Kendall's still at that NASA dance in school. Gah, I wanted to go.
Anyway, there was this specific truck that almost ways ended up in front of me at the autoline, and I was always the one to open the back car door. The cutest little girl with full cheeks and blonde hair (always tied in either pigtails or a long braid) would always greet me on the other side of the door. I could tell that she was shy and soft-spoken (SP?) from the very beginning with the way she slowly and carefully unbuckled her seatbelt. I took her backpack from her lap that first day as she gingerly stepped out onto the pavement. She then took her backpack, adjusted it on her shoulders, and whispered (she whispered!) to her father in the front seat, "Bye, Dad. I love you."
She was, hands-down, the most adorable thing I had ever seen.
For the first several mornings, I opened her door for her. Then one day, as she went about unbuckling her seatbelt, her father turned from the front seat and said, "Mie, did you wanna ask your friend something?" He cocked his head in my direction as Mie smiled.
She softly asked me, "What's your name?" as she carefully stepped out of the truck.
"Jen," I answered.
"Hi, Jen," she said shyly. Then she turned to her dad, whispered her goodbye, and waved to us goodbye.
Her father thanked me and I smiled and shut the door.
There were mornings when Mie's father's truck stopped a couple of scholarship workers in front or behind me, but Mie and I never failed to smile and wave at each other. She made my mornings, and I hope I helped make hers too.
On the last day of summer school, I didn't get to open her car door because she and her father arrived a bit later than usual. We were already folding and packing up our vests when that familiar truck finally pulled up at the autoline. Mie ran out of the truck and came up to me, carrying a little baggie in her hands. The morning bell was about to ring at any minute, but Mie gave me a big hug and thanked me "for everything" before running off to class. I waved a final goodbye to her father before he drove off.
Mie had given me a Ziploc bag of goldfish snacks and bubbles (!!). I had fun with those bubbles for the rest of the summer.
I really like kids—they’re so genuine. When they say something, you know that they always mean it, every word, no matter what. I saw a lot of kids that summer and it felt good that I made some sort of an impression on at least one little girl that whole time. She doesn’t go to our school during the school year, but maybe she’ll be back this coming summer. I hope she remembers me just as I remember her.
Today…
I really loved…nothing.
I DID NOT smile because…of sad stuff. And failure.
Lyrics playing at this very moment as I type this portion of the blog:
No music.
Hours of sleep last night: I did not sleep. Kidding, I slept for 9-10 hours.
Times it got COLD today: Who really cares?
Friend of the day: A Tiffany and a Kendall--there should be more Tiffanys and Kendalls in the world.
--Jen................................
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