So this week I have really gotten down to the crunch in preparing to go to college. It all began with a "hey you wanna do this on August Third?" and me suddenly realizing that August was just around the corner. It went something like "yeah I'll see what I'm doing, it's not for a while anyhow...HOLY CRAP that's only a week and a half away!" So yeah. i jumped on that college thing. I went shopping with my mother on Thursday and bought pillows and mattress pads and really cool fans.
Most symbolically, I bought storage totes in every shape and size.
I think the storage tote is one of the official staples of college and I realized it this past week as I started packing. I was unloading all of my winter clothes into a bright blue 58 gallon tote, and suddenly is struck me how strange this all was. When did it become acceptable to pack up your entire life into these plastic containers and move far away to a strange place on your own?I did not spend three hours going over on a sheet of computer paper where all my stuff would go in my dorm room. Instead, I spent my time going through my different containers and what I would put in each one. I don't yet know what I will do when I get there with all the stuff, but I can tell you which color container contains all of my t-shirts in the end.
Overall, this just struck me as kind of strange. The crunch to college is getting closer and closer every day and I think it is going to my brain. I think I need ice cream.
Regardless, I have never been so excited for anything in my life prior to this.
dimanche 29 juillet 2007
vendredi 27 juillet 2007
So I thought I would make this a pleasant update on my life, because I must say it is pleasant. These are the good things that have been going on in my life recently.
ahoj.
- I've been in a rather long compulsion recession which is good.
- My room is wonderfully clean.
- I am organizing my life out for the next year which is amazingly fun.
- I am going to a grad party tonight for one of the greatest people ever (Rachel).
- I have amazing friends who continue to love me all over the globe no matter where they are.
- This room (my computer/sewing room) is no longer an ungodly shade of pink.
- It's almost August! Do you know what happens in August? I'll tell you. Knitting parties, birthdays galore, hopefully some more stuff with friends, MY BIRTHDAY!, and I know I'm forgetting something. Oh yeah. I MOVE INTO COLLEGE!
- I've read the last ever book of Harry Potter...and loved every second of it (except the fact that it was over)
ahoj.
vendredi 13 juillet 2007
The Human Brain Acts in the Same Wavelength as Lime Jello
I have always found the human brain fascinating. A person can learn so much in a lifetime and still only have used a small portion. Parts of the brain are responsible for every single thing we do. Perhaps though, one of the most amazing portions of our brains is memory. Everybody has the ability to remember, no matter who they are, and the memories keep building throughout life over time, infinitely.
It's so strange however, that memories are often lost. Like sometimes you can try to think of something and you can taste it there on your tongue, but can't retrieve it. A lot of the time, memory is random...the little moments that may be meaningless at the time, but for some reason they stick with you. And then something triggers your brain, and it is brought to the surface. Unfortunately a lot of these memories are bad moments that you would prefer to forget, but others are joyous and exciting.
This has happened to me a lot lately. Stupid little memories that come upon me in my random thinking. The other day, I was driving my car. I watched as my odometer clicked over to 62,000 miles. All I could do was smile, it seems strange, but not when I go through what I was thinking about. A few months ago, my car hit 60,000 and I watched it turn over from 59,000. I remember the exact moment. I was driving to Jitters with Tyna for one of our "gym classes." As we were heading down Buffalo Road, I noticed the approach and announced it. We were both excited and wanted to see it, but the turn-over was obviously not going to happen before we reached our destination. So I turned down Union and drove all around the Hubbard Park area, down Springbrook and out the other side. Still no luck, so I continued down Orchard and out onto Westside...finally it changed. We just laughed as I pulled into Jitters. it seemed so stupid, but yet it brought so much fn and joy, apparently enough that the memory stuck with me vividly. And now what I would not give to go back and do it again, because it was fun.
That is only one instance, and there have been many more over the past week, but they have all come and gone, another interesting side of memory.
It's interesting to visit the past, because only you fully know your past. No other person knows every minute detail of your life. Nobody reading this knew me when I lived in Gates, and many do not know of the pains that I experienced there. It's a funny thing about being a six-year old, the concept of death really has no place to sink in with you. That's how old I was when I had been told my best friend had died of leukemia, another concept I had not been able to grasp in the year and a half before. I have long since been over the death, but something interesting about it is that it hangs over a person until they deal with it in their own way. This week, at the midnight showing of Harry Potter, I ran into my first grade crush, Scottie Tribotti. He's still cute, although I think he might be gay. Anyhow, on my long drive home, i got to thinking about him, and suddenly, that led to my thoughts of my six year old self and the pain I felt of not being able to understand how to cope with death. It was a really strange feeling, like a memory with extras attached. It's odd how I barely remember her name, but I remember the pain that it caused me.
But now I sit here, and I want to remember everything. I hate it when somebody asks me to remember a point in time when I felt this, or this happened, and I can't do it. How does that work? It's strange how memory can be activated randomly, but not on command so much. Just another mystery of life that so interests me.
On a completely different note, I got my housing assignment for Allegheny, and I got into the residence hall I wanted. I also received my AP scores...4 on calculus, much better than I thought, and 5 on biology. It has been a rather exciting week for mail.
It's so strange however, that memories are often lost. Like sometimes you can try to think of something and you can taste it there on your tongue, but can't retrieve it. A lot of the time, memory is random...the little moments that may be meaningless at the time, but for some reason they stick with you. And then something triggers your brain, and it is brought to the surface. Unfortunately a lot of these memories are bad moments that you would prefer to forget, but others are joyous and exciting.
This has happened to me a lot lately. Stupid little memories that come upon me in my random thinking. The other day, I was driving my car. I watched as my odometer clicked over to 62,000 miles. All I could do was smile, it seems strange, but not when I go through what I was thinking about. A few months ago, my car hit 60,000 and I watched it turn over from 59,000. I remember the exact moment. I was driving to Jitters with Tyna for one of our "gym classes." As we were heading down Buffalo Road, I noticed the approach and announced it. We were both excited and wanted to see it, but the turn-over was obviously not going to happen before we reached our destination. So I turned down Union and drove all around the Hubbard Park area, down Springbrook and out the other side. Still no luck, so I continued down Orchard and out onto Westside...finally it changed. We just laughed as I pulled into Jitters. it seemed so stupid, but yet it brought so much fn and joy, apparently enough that the memory stuck with me vividly. And now what I would not give to go back and do it again, because it was fun.
That is only one instance, and there have been many more over the past week, but they have all come and gone, another interesting side of memory.
It's interesting to visit the past, because only you fully know your past. No other person knows every minute detail of your life. Nobody reading this knew me when I lived in Gates, and many do not know of the pains that I experienced there. It's a funny thing about being a six-year old, the concept of death really has no place to sink in with you. That's how old I was when I had been told my best friend had died of leukemia, another concept I had not been able to grasp in the year and a half before. I have long since been over the death, but something interesting about it is that it hangs over a person until they deal with it in their own way. This week, at the midnight showing of Harry Potter, I ran into my first grade crush, Scottie Tribotti. He's still cute, although I think he might be gay. Anyhow, on my long drive home, i got to thinking about him, and suddenly, that led to my thoughts of my six year old self and the pain I felt of not being able to understand how to cope with death. It was a really strange feeling, like a memory with extras attached. It's odd how I barely remember her name, but I remember the pain that it caused me.
But now I sit here, and I want to remember everything. I hate it when somebody asks me to remember a point in time when I felt this, or this happened, and I can't do it. How does that work? It's strange how memory can be activated randomly, but not on command so much. Just another mystery of life that so interests me.
On a completely different note, I got my housing assignment for Allegheny, and I got into the residence hall I wanted. I also received my AP scores...4 on calculus, much better than I thought, and 5 on biology. It has been a rather exciting week for mail.
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