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Practicing Some Practical Idealism

Sometimes, I like asking people whose opinion I value and respect what they think. Although most times, I ask after the fact just to get a different point of view. And almost always, I end up doing what I want to do anyhow, taking into consideration what I feel to be the most important. No wonder my grandmother told my mom I’m a willful child. Or maybe it’s just a self-fulfilling prophecy, hmm…

Anyhow, this is particularly true for matters of the heart, since I’m not one to hide it. For one thing, I can’t do that very well, as one of my good friends from high school can help illustrate:

“Ok, ok, let’s practice.”

“Shoot.”

“So, I show up at your door with flowers, what are you gonna say? I’m him.”

“Hmm, I guess I’d get real quiet because I’d try not to show my emotions.”

He laughs at me, “You can’t do that!”

“What!?”

“That shows the most!”

“Oh. Well, that’s what I did last time, damnit.”

“No, do something that you know he wouldn’t expect. What would he not expect you to do?”

This is tricky, so after contemplating it for a moment, I finally say, “I guess I’d whack him for doing something that’d make me cry.”

“No, no, no…” He gives an exasperated chuckle, “You can’t do that either!”

“Darn.” This is hard.

He goes on to explain, “’Cause then it’ll show him he can make you cry.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” But ever the Hopeful Heart, I charge ahead, “Let’s try another scenario? Maybe?”

“Haha, okay. Let’s say he calls you and asks you to do something with him—“

“I don’t pick up!!!” I say excitedly before realizing, “But then it goes to voicemail, and I’d have to call back…”

Unsurprisingly, we never really did resolve my issue to a satisfactory conclusion, although I definitely felt a lot better. And started seeing the lighter side of things, so to speak.

I suppose if we’re really going to analyze the situation here, I don’t believe in hiding emotions (professionalism excluded, of course) of my heart because I don’t want to ruminate about those What Ifs or swallow bittersweet regrets.

Or maybe I do regret some things, and am only in denial. But I figure if I know that I wouldn’t have done things any other way (even if looking back I probably should have), then at least I can let go and move on.

Then again it can very well be the utter lack of control over certain situations or knowing beforehand it’s really gonna hurt me something terrible that causes me the most stress. Either way, all I know is that I haven’t felt this much stress since my laptop took a swim a few weeks ago. Which, get this, got fixed for FREE by an on-site Sony technician!!!! I mean, there’s a slightly faded 1” vertical strip that wasn’t there before, but they extended my warranty 90 days…so, I’ll be getting a new LCD screen, too!

And sooo, who totally ROCKS? *raises hand*

Alright, I ought to stop my blogging and start all those papers I need to do, all of which are currently nonexistent. Well, unless you count blank Word documents with saved titles…

in which case, they’d only be nearly nonexistent, right?

Facebook’s bitch

This buying and selling of friends is so very sick.

I LOVE it.

And damned if I don’t get all territorial over friends for the nickname rights (uhh, that’s MY Sexybutt thank you very much). I think a relapse into the addiction that is Facebook is creeping back into my life, so help me God Buddha. To be honest, when Facebook first opened up to all these 3rd party applications, I got so freakin’ annoyed by the build-up request of triple-digit magnitude for all sorts of wacky things. Overdosed, I completely shut it out. Preferring to keep things to a minimum (so, you know, people can actually find my Wall in a timely fashion), I only have 2 applications: graffiti and glassbooth.

Oh, wait—

…and Friends for Sale, of course.

I thought it was as stupid as it sounded, why the hell would I want to own my friends and bombard them with the very same application invites I so detest to get more fake money to buy even more friends?!?!?!

But apparently I do. Very much so.

Because deep down inside (right beside the Jane Austen/Disney Romantic), I’m a seriously Competitive Bitch who gets high off of smack talk. Yeah, the part of me that has been conditioned to second nature ever since I was 8 and fell in love double-teaming with my dad in pick-up basketball.

Now you’ll have to excuse me as I unceremoniously end this here for it’s been almost 4 hrs since my last login and I need to get my next $2,000 ka-ching!…you see, I’m saving up to buy one of my favorite male professors (a currently unaffordable $102,650 that got me hooked into this whole terrible time-waster Friends-for-Sale thing in the first place!).

You can Facebook me, here.

In Pursuit of Happiness

1. I’m now certified to teach Yoga Level 1…and soon will be teaching classes.

2. Kath accepted VT’s offer and so now one of my most favorite people will be here for my last year!!

3. I know exactly where I want to be in 1 year…seriously hope UW decides to accept me again (you were my first choice for undergrad, I swear!!!) ;)

Easter Weekend

4. ….oh, and acting silly when you’re supposed to be studying. AND, as if it makes any difference, I’m not the one holding that Easter candy lollipop.

Because I fail at blogging everyday.

January 25th, 2008 | 13 Comments | Posted in BLOG-RELATED, GUSHINGS

As a result (and an answer to Dan’s questions lamentations of why I don’t post as much as I used to), I created a tumblr account during my Judicial Office hours this morning.

…quite frankly, IT ROCKS.

You ought to get one yourself.

That way I can follow your tumbles, and you can follow mine, too…

Everyday Jo - come check out my tumblings!