During the holidays, Union Square is swarmed with people not really there for the shopping but mostly there for the experience. I just noticed this year how many of those people are from out of town. It's nice, though, how girls will dress up in fancy clothes and run along laughing with a sense of wonder, like the whole place is magical and they're along for the ride.
Let's never forget how this place is magical, how the world is magical.
I keep deleting and trying to forget about the emails I'm getting that remind me to pay my tuition.
School is repulsive.
12.28.2009
12.16.2009
Long Awaited
I made Berry Blue Jello the other day, mixed with cool whip, and it looked like the ocean.
You have no idea how long I've wanted to post this. XD;
12.07.2009
Snow Day
I think the biggest problem I have with snow is the fact that I can't play in it.
Like today:
Oh look, it snowed!
... Too bad, I have to brush all of it off the car, crawl along at 2/3 the speed limit, and try and make it to school in 4 minutes.
Yeah, not happening.
I'm rather proud of myself, though, given the fact that I slept in, for one, and then took a shower, ran out of the house with my hair still wet and my jacket unzipped, wearing sneakers, walked across an unshoveled sidewalk, brushed the snow off the car, and still didn't freeze. I feel like a tough girl now. My Bay Area weather-pansy-ness has worn off (maybe?).
I'm still sad we never get to see snowflakes here, though. I wonder what makes there be snowflakes in one kind of snow and not in another? Here, I never see any. That one time my family's car broke down in Tahoe after skiing, I remember looking at all the snowflakes that were sticking to the window and being thoroughly entertained.
Last night me and the Husband went for a drive through the rich people part of town to look at the lights. This one guy had a whole cascade of giant snowflakes made of Christmas lights hanging over his front door. It was pretty amazing.
Like today:
Oh look, it snowed!
... Too bad, I have to brush all of it off the car, crawl along at 2/3 the speed limit, and try and make it to school in 4 minutes.
Yeah, not happening.
I'm rather proud of myself, though, given the fact that I slept in, for one, and then took a shower, ran out of the house with my hair still wet and my jacket unzipped, wearing sneakers, walked across an unshoveled sidewalk, brushed the snow off the car, and still didn't freeze. I feel like a tough girl now. My Bay Area weather-pansy-ness has worn off (maybe?).
I'm still sad we never get to see snowflakes here, though. I wonder what makes there be snowflakes in one kind of snow and not in another? Here, I never see any. That one time my family's car broke down in Tahoe after skiing, I remember looking at all the snowflakes that were sticking to the window and being thoroughly entertained.
Last night me and the Husband went for a drive through the rich people part of town to look at the lights. This one guy had a whole cascade of giant snowflakes made of Christmas lights hanging over his front door. It was pretty amazing.
12.03.2009
Clicky Heels
I wore heels to school today. Yes, me, miss all-about-comfort, won't even wear a suit jacket or peacoat because they feel restrictive like straitjackets. I wore heels.
They are the only things that make me tall enough so that the Seven jeans my sister gave me (wish I was stylish like her) don't drag on the ground. I don't have a sewing machine so I can't hem it. I haven't showered and need to compensate for it. Thus, heels.
My heels make clicky noises in the hallways at school. I remember always hating clicky heels when I was in middle school and high school because it always made me sound old. Kids turn around in the hall and think you're a teacher when they hear clicky heels. Teachers are old. I didn't want to sound old.
But now, I am a year away from graduation. Walking down the halls now, I don't feel ashamed of my clicky heels. 20 isn't old, and if it is, that's what I am. Growing old gracefully means gracefully growing into clicky heels. I think I have grown into my clicky heels.
They are the only things that make me tall enough so that the Seven jeans my sister gave me (wish I was stylish like her) don't drag on the ground. I don't have a sewing machine so I can't hem it. I haven't showered and need to compensate for it. Thus, heels.
My heels make clicky noises in the hallways at school. I remember always hating clicky heels when I was in middle school and high school because it always made me sound old. Kids turn around in the hall and think you're a teacher when they hear clicky heels. Teachers are old. I didn't want to sound old.
But now, I am a year away from graduation. Walking down the halls now, I don't feel ashamed of my clicky heels. 20 isn't old, and if it is, that's what I am. Growing old gracefully means gracefully growing into clicky heels. I think I have grown into my clicky heels.
11.10.2009
My Take on Love
Fact: I think better on paper. So this is a little something I scribbled in my paper notebook that is better than anything I can ever write on the computer.
"But I've always seen love as a quiet and calm creature, curled up in a corner on a pile of soft things getting ready for a nap. And I guess that's really how it approached me. It wasn't a bold declaration from the rooftops made by a gentleman in a top hat and coattails to a backdrop of a starlit night and fireworks. Oh, and there were no red roses either. It was an embrace in an ordinary car, it was warm inside and cold out there and I was ready for a nap and dozing off until those words hit me like a light tap on a person who'd been rocking back on her heels and it rendered me off balance and the change in equilibrium snapped me wide awake.
So maybe on the days when I feel like bringing an extra dose of love into my life, date nights or anniversaries, maybe I should stop looking for excitement and just look for that pile of soft things. And a nap."
And I think I'm onto something. A theme for this blog? It is called scribblings, after all. I think I will use it to collect pieces of writing I've done on paper. But I'd be sad if I gave up entirely my computer musings too. Hmm. Let's call it a work in progress, and call it good.
"But I've always seen love as a quiet and calm creature, curled up in a corner on a pile of soft things getting ready for a nap. And I guess that's really how it approached me. It wasn't a bold declaration from the rooftops made by a gentleman in a top hat and coattails to a backdrop of a starlit night and fireworks. Oh, and there were no red roses either. It was an embrace in an ordinary car, it was warm inside and cold out there and I was ready for a nap and dozing off until those words hit me like a light tap on a person who'd been rocking back on her heels and it rendered me off balance and the change in equilibrium snapped me wide awake.
So maybe on the days when I feel like bringing an extra dose of love into my life, date nights or anniversaries, maybe I should stop looking for excitement and just look for that pile of soft things. And a nap."
And I think I'm onto something. A theme for this blog? It is called scribblings, after all. I think I will use it to collect pieces of writing I've done on paper. But I'd be sad if I gave up entirely my computer musings too. Hmm. Let's call it a work in progress, and call it good.
11.08.2009
Your Hopes
You are too young to put all your hopes
in just one envelope
-Belle and Sebastian "If She Wants Me"
in just one envelope
-Belle and Sebastian "If She Wants Me"
10.30.2009
Let in the Embers
Life is so beautiful right now. All my recent anxieties have been resolved, and hopefully I will be able to start anew and prove myself in that class.
I dressed up as the queen of hearts today at school. It was kinda sad, hardly anyone else was dressed up. Maybe cause it kinda snowed. And then rained. But still!
That costume gave me strength today. I had an appointment with one of my professors that I was nervous about. But wearing a pretty dress, striped socks, and heels gave me confidence. At the very least, it served as a good ice breaker. But everything worked out wonderfully and I am blissfully happy.
It reminded me of this one time a girl bore her testimony in sacrament. She was new in the ward or something, and she was kind of introducing herself, and she basically said, "I have a past. You may look at me and see my tattoos, but don't judge me for it. These gave me strength at certain times in my life."
Strength.
And I believe it, I think it's true. But is it a sin to be drawing strength from material things?
I probably just say that because I've been reading too much St. Augustine.
Anyways, here's the point of the thing: I go to a nice school. People here are so nice. I never feel threatened around here. Maybe this is true of most colleges, and I'm just comparing this place to high school where people are mean and retarded.
I just wanted to give BYU some kudos, after all the crap it gets from the Daily Universe.
I dressed up as the queen of hearts today at school. It was kinda sad, hardly anyone else was dressed up. Maybe cause it kinda snowed. And then rained. But still!
That costume gave me strength today. I had an appointment with one of my professors that I was nervous about. But wearing a pretty dress, striped socks, and heels gave me confidence. At the very least, it served as a good ice breaker. But everything worked out wonderfully and I am blissfully happy.
It reminded me of this one time a girl bore her testimony in sacrament. She was new in the ward or something, and she was kind of introducing herself, and she basically said, "I have a past. You may look at me and see my tattoos, but don't judge me for it. These gave me strength at certain times in my life."
Strength.
And I believe it, I think it's true. But is it a sin to be drawing strength from material things?
I probably just say that because I've been reading too much St. Augustine.
Anyways, here's the point of the thing: I go to a nice school. People here are so nice. I never feel threatened around here. Maybe this is true of most colleges, and I'm just comparing this place to high school where people are mean and retarded.
I just wanted to give BYU some kudos, after all the crap it gets from the Daily Universe.
10.22.2009
I'd Rather
I'd rather write than read.
Drink water than a soda.
Run than stand still.
Watch the clouds than the TV.
Climb a tree than a mountain.
Swim in a pool than the ocean.
Shower in the morning than at night.
Kiss a frog than a pinecone.
Cut class than cut my husband's beautiful curls.
Wade in the ocean than a river.
Sing in a forest than in the shower.
Daydream than nightdream.
Peace than adrenaline.
Sepia than monochrome.
Soft than shiny.
Here's my list,
Love,
Jinny
Drink water than a soda.
Run than stand still.
Watch the clouds than the TV.
Climb a tree than a mountain.
Swim in a pool than the ocean.
Shower in the morning than at night.
Kiss a frog than a pinecone.
Cut class than cut my husband's beautiful curls.
Wade in the ocean than a river.
Sing in a forest than in the shower.
Daydream than nightdream.
Peace than adrenaline.
Sepia than monochrome.
Soft than shiny.
Here's my list,
Love,
Jinny
10.15.2009
Tears of Europa
"Tears of Europa" is just a catchy sounding phrase I made up to help me remember that Jupiter's moon Europa is the one that's covered in ice. The train of thought behind this goes something like: tears=water, water + outer solar system = ice. So now you know too. :)
I got off school at 10am today, and here's what I did:
1. Went to DI, bought a Mexican dress that I'm going to take apart and use for my Halloween costume (Queen of hearts). I'm sad to take it apart though, it's so cute!! Not on me, but still...
2. Went to fake dollar store by my house to look for cheap little-girl-princess-tiaras. Didn't have any, and I got some sort of AIDS from touching stuff in their clearance bin....
3. First adventure to Savers in Orem - it was amazing. I found the perfect dress for my costume. It's a little too small, but I can fix it.
4. Cleaned the house, did the laundry, danced around to Belle and Sebastian, mopped up our leaky toilet, etc.
5. Made raspberries and cream jello salad! :D So so so so good. That recipe's a keeper.
What I didn't do:
Homework, naturally.
I got off school at 10am today, and here's what I did:
1. Went to DI, bought a Mexican dress that I'm going to take apart and use for my Halloween costume (Queen of hearts). I'm sad to take it apart though, it's so cute!! Not on me, but still...
2. Went to fake dollar store by my house to look for cheap little-girl-princess-tiaras. Didn't have any, and I got some sort of AIDS from touching stuff in their clearance bin....
3. First adventure to Savers in Orem - it was amazing. I found the perfect dress for my costume. It's a little too small, but I can fix it.
4. Cleaned the house, did the laundry, danced around to Belle and Sebastian, mopped up our leaky toilet, etc.
5. Made raspberries and cream jello salad! :D So so so so good. That recipe's a keeper.
What I didn't do:
Homework, naturally.
10.01.2009
We are all made of stars
Today I'm wearing a glow in the dark star necklace. It's on a piece of hemp string. It was one of those things I made in girls camp and shoved in a drawer and recently took back with me after going through my belongings in California.
I want to find someplace dark so I can glow. I almost want to run to the planetarium and bug one of the TA's by glowing during a lab. But then I decided they don't like me well enough yet for me to start bugging them. That's just a whole different level of liking people-ness.
So I have to be patient and wait until nighttime. There are no streetlights on the block where I live. Kinda creepy. But maybe then, I can glow. :)
I want to find someplace dark so I can glow. I almost want to run to the planetarium and bug one of the TA's by glowing during a lab. But then I decided they don't like me well enough yet for me to start bugging them. That's just a whole different level of liking people-ness.
So I have to be patient and wait until nighttime. There are no streetlights on the block where I live. Kinda creepy. But maybe then, I can glow. :)
9.24.2009
9.18.2009
Apples and Oranges
I'm using a mac just to use a mac. I like the keyboard better. It makes me feel light, and makes me feel like maybe I can type faster than I actually can.
Stupid OST, the keyboards in there are so clunky I feel like my fingers are running across a broken whack-a-mole or DDR pad. No wonder I get such low scores. (Just kidding, I probably just suck at typing) That's how they root out the weak from the elite. But now, at least I have come to terms with the fact that I will probably never get a secretary job. So it's Taco Bell for me for the rest of my life.
Maybe I should have taken Spanish instead of ancient Greek.
Stupid OST, the keyboards in there are so clunky I feel like my fingers are running across a broken whack-a-mole or DDR pad. No wonder I get such low scores. (Just kidding, I probably just suck at typing) That's how they root out the weak from the elite. But now, at least I have come to terms with the fact that I will probably never get a secretary job. So it's Taco Bell for me for the rest of my life.
Maybe I should have taken Spanish instead of ancient Greek.
9.07.2009
Somebody told me...
Somebody told me...
that humans have vestigial wings
and that the longing to fly
is a suppressed remainder of the
biological feature we once had.
Somebody told me...
that my dead words are dust
and should not be preserved by cottonballs and spray
and hung on the wall with glassy eyes and stiff fur
Somebody told me...
that broken hearts will leak
a river of red paint
we can use to make handprints on our kindergarten canvases
Somebody told me...
that we are all loved
and we just forget, from time to time.
that humans have vestigial wings
and that the longing to fly
is a suppressed remainder of the
biological feature we once had.
Somebody told me...
that my dead words are dust
and should not be preserved by cottonballs and spray
and hung on the wall with glassy eyes and stiff fur
Somebody told me...
that broken hearts will leak
a river of red paint
we can use to make handprints on our kindergarten canvases
Somebody told me...
that we are all loved
and we just forget, from time to time.
7.09.2009
Bee's Wax Sheep Skin
My ramen breath and sweat-stained second-hand clothes are a result of procrastination and a long and miserable 4-hour shift at work. Knowing that my lovely husband would not be home when I returned, I took a detour to DI and splurged, all of $12 on a "new" outfit. Ever since I got married, I haven't really gone shopping as much as I used to. I used to like exploring a town by bus and browsing through stores by myself. There is something I like about shopping by myself. It can very well be because I am really slow, and if anyone were to go with me they would be terribly bored. But anyways.
There is something comforting to me about thrifts stores. And, frightening too, but... it's nice to be someplace where people don't put up facades, and for every nice piece of clothing you find you know that person must have been awfully generous to give it to the store and let someone else have it and love it and barf on it and throw it away when it turns into tatters.
So now I am feeling a lot better, and my face is all sweaty from hot off the stove ramen and lack of an air conditioner. But that's all good, we're cheap and don't need air conditioning anyways.
There is something comforting to me about thrifts stores. And, frightening too, but... it's nice to be someplace where people don't put up facades, and for every nice piece of clothing you find you know that person must have been awfully generous to give it to the store and let someone else have it and love it and barf on it and throw it away when it turns into tatters.
So now I am feeling a lot better, and my face is all sweaty from hot off the stove ramen and lack of an air conditioner. But that's all good, we're cheap and don't need air conditioning anyways.