Hello from one week 'til the ROAD TRIP! And in honor of that, and because I just feel like being cheesy sometimes, and because I really, really love my friends:
Hello from...blog? What's a blog? Is this thing dead? Just checking...
Hello from Bubba Gump. Today I took a phone order from a person who wanted to know what kind of sushi rolls we had. So I listed the whole sushi menu, basically. It was kind of like this.
But that wasn't the best order. The best order I took today--or ever--was from a lady who wanted an order of lo mein. "What kind of lo mein?" I asked, and then I proceeded to list a few examples of our lo mein choices. But she didn't want vegetable lo mein, or pork lo mein. Not chicken lo mein nor shrimp lo mein. No, this lady wanted--and I quote--"just some plain-ass lo mein."
And it was really funny. Maybe you just had to be there.
In other news, tomorrow is Rachael's 21st birthday! So Rachael, have fun, but not too much fun. ;) Remember, don't do anything that grandma wouldn't do!
And that's all I got to say about that.
Hello from Anna Beth and her mom. Yep, that's right: my momma won Question Tuesday favorite, because she's awesome! Therefore, I've submitted your questions to her and I have her answers:
What was baby Anna Beth like?
She was a good baby (as long as her bottle was full) and brilliant and precocious and thought other small children were unruly beasts.
Why do fools fall in love?
For the same reason wise people fall in love.
Why do birds sing so gay?
Because they're sopranos.
Why is Aaron Tveit so amazing?
I don't know, but I heard that he wants to run away with me! ;)
Started the 11th Doctor yet?
Favorite ice cream flavor?
Dogs or cats?
Favorite cute thing?
Which is cuter: kittens or babies?
Chocolate ice cream.
Place you want to visit?
Finland--igloos you can rent to watch the Northern Lights.
Where would you move to if you had to (outside of BG)? If it's within the US, what about if you had to move outside of the US?
If it has to be part of the U.S.: Virgin Islands.
What's one thing you would change about your life?
I would have cats that know how to use a commode.
It changes by the minute! I love anything by Van Morrison, but at the moment it's Legend in Your Own Time by Carly Simon.
Again, it changes often. I love anything Hitchcock, any western with The Duke, and all the old classics, but right now it's Sabrina (the one with Harrison Ford).
Favorite mythical creature?
Would you choose to never wear skirts again or pants?
Pants. I like to twirl in skirts!
And that pretty much wraps up the questions. Thanks for submitting. My mom enjoyed all of your questions and finds it impossible to choose a favorite, so I choose Rachael because she rarely gets to answer questions. Sorry, Sara. But I mean, you did it for a year. lol. :)
Songs of the Week:
Hello from my snuggly TARDIS blanket. I don't really know what to write tonight, and I'm already late on posting... :P
UPDATE: I JUST KILLED A GIANT, TERRIFYING SPIDER!!!! Now I am very unsettled...
Do people really swallow 8 spiders a night? Or a year? Is that myth even remotely close to true. A cupcake to whoever can find out the truth!
See? I'm really desperate for something to write about, because now I'm talking about spiders. I reeeeeaaally don't like them. And I reeeeeeaallly don't want to work on the paper that I'm supposed to be revising to submit to Ashen Egg tomorrow. I'm sure there's not much to fix, because I've already worked on it, but meh.
Yep, here's a lovely stream of consciousness for you.
Ooops. It's been like an hour. I got distracted. Making a thing. Kbye
Update for those of you not on Tumblr. I did, indeed, make a thing (based on quotes from the first and last episodes of season 1):
Hello from a head full of thoughts that I can either express poorly in the next 12 minutes or express slightly more completely after midnight. And so we compromise. I was going to try to make an alphabet of the different points I wanted to talk about, such as "J is for job. I started working at Beijing Tokyo this week." But then I couldn't think of anything for A, let alone most of the rest of the letters, so that didn't really work. Anyway, here's a little thought potpourri for you...
Where to start? Well, like I said, I started my first "real" job this week, if you don't count babysitting as a real job. It's weird to think about being a real adult and having a real job...like all the time. Guys, won't that be a weird thing to do? I mean, I know a lot of us have part time jobs, but think about having a job all the time. So weird. Adulty stuff. :P
Oh look: I posted the part up there before midnight. Deadline met! Actually, do we really care about that anymore? I mean, look at Jill. When was the last time she even blogged? And Rachael blogged late. And I'm cheating right now by not finishing by midnight. I'm calling all of us out.
I propose that we actually keep up with blogging like we did at the beginning. Especially now. I mean, maybe this summer it's not that important, since we're mostly together. That is not to say that we shouldn't continue over the summer. Of course we should. But what I'm really saying is that when the summer comes to an end, some of us will begin our senior year of college. Some will be around a bit longer. Others have already graduated. You guys, we're going to go our separate ways one of these days. All of us (you know, until we all move into a house together in London, riiiiiight???) Do we really want to have a blog in shambles, being updated just whenever we feel like it? Is that what's going to become of our friendship when we're not together. Ok, ok, I'm being a bit melodramatic. But we started this blog to keep in touch when we were all apart, did we not? So here's what I think: We should try to restore our blogging efforts to their original heights. The enthusiasm and dedication that were there at the beginning can come back. So I say we get our original 8 back: Amy, Sara, Rachael, me, Jill, Amber, Sanaa, and Shelby, plus our Mysterious Munchkin who joined us briefly a couple of semesters ago. We have a blog posted every day. Everyone does it. Or at least, we try. I hope I don't come off as a jerk. I'm really not trying to pick on any of you for quitting or not really trying. You KNOW I've posted some crappy blogs in the past and utterly disregarded the deadlines and whatnot. I don't mean to be mean. I'm just saying, let's quit slacking. I think this is an awesome project, and I'm really proud of what we've done in the past year and a half. Let's keep it together, and it'll help us stick together! Love you guys!
On a completely different note, I'm going to toss you a thought-provoking question. Have fun with the comments section.
Which is scarier: to love or to be loved?
I know, right? Weird question. Classic, coming from me--the one who's supposedly afraid of commitment--right?
Side note: I just looked up fear of commitment to try to find the phobia name, and I found this...
What are the symptoms of commitment phobia? Commitment phobia can express itself in all kinds of different ways, but typically sufferers may exhibit any of these:
Anyway, feel free to contradict me in finally accepting that maybe I am afraid of commitment. But back to my thought-provoking question: Is it more terrifying to love or to be loved? Actually, I think this comes at the root of any fear of commitment. Perhaps it's actually a fear of love. I feel like, if I fell in love, I probably wouldn't have a problem committing to that person (probably...maybe...), but I'd be more likely to hold myself back from actually falling in love.
On the one hand, loving someone can change your desires. It can change your priorities and what you want. It can change your dreams and change who you are. And that, to me, is supreme horror.
On the other hand, being loved by someone makes you accountable. That's the scary part. Your decisions affect others. You have to accept responsibility for that and face the potential for guilt when you disappoint or worry those who love you.
Loving and being loved are intertwined, of course. And they both require a great degree of selflessness, and I often feel that I'm too selfish for any of this. I want my dreams. I want my freedom. I just want to be me, not part of a couple, not incomplete without my "other half." I don't want to be just a half. I'm a whole. And although I'm not very good at being independent in practical ways, I have an independent spirit, and I don't want any relationship to strip me of that. It's like I don't trust myself at all. It's like I think that if I ever have a boyfriend, he'll just suck the independence right out of me and I'll do nothing but need him and hang on his every word, think about him every second, and mention him in every conversation. And it's my pride, too. I don't want to appear pathetic, and I don't want to need someone, at least not like that, not in a relationshippy way. I guess it's partially because I've seen some of my high school friends go to complete mush over guys, but it's scary to think of becoming a completely different person.
But hey, I know God has a plan for my life, so things will work out the way He wants them to. Yeah, I'm adding this disclaimer in here. Because, yes, I believe it to be true, and I've thought about things in these terms. Just because I can go on long rants about my (supposed and often self-magnified) problems doesn't mean I don't realize that everything will be okay. Deep down, I know God's got this under control. But I also know that His plans aren't always easy. Sometimes God's will can lead to temporary miseries. Which, you know, is why it's hard to accept sometimes. Obviously I know God will do what's best, but I'm hesitant to let go and let God because I know that what's best isn't always what makes me happy at the time. But because I really do trust Him to do more good than I can ever imagine, I'm not too worried about all this silly love stuff. Sure, I may overthink these things. A lot. But that doesn't mean everything is terrible and I'm so distressed over it all. I like to give proper thought to things, that's all. Sometimes it is distressing, but then I get over it, whether by being reassured of God's perfect plan....or by getting on tumblr and just getting distracted and then BOOM: on to thinking of other things. lol.
Okay, wow, that turned from thought-provoking question to share time from Anna Beth's diary really quickly. Yep.
P.S. Just because I write about love and commitment also doesn't mean I'm even remotely in love with anyone. I just have a lot of thoughts. Let's not jump to conclusions. K?
I bet you guys think my fear of commitment is troubling. Oh no. What's troubling is the realization I had the other day. It was quite upsetting indeed. Here, I posted it on tumblr. I won't bother to repeat my explanation:
CAUTION: CLICK HERE FOR STUNNING REENACTMENT OF ME ON WEDNESDAY, POST-REALIZATION!
Grrrr, you guys just don't understand my love of Ramin Karimloo and Hadley Fraser. And them together! Because they basically come as a package deal (No, no, tumblr, not like that!).
Oh well. There's always Canada, right Jill? Yeah? Yeah? Right? We want to go to Canada, eh?
Assorted other questions/comments:
Amber's back!!! Hiii, Amber.
Does anyone want to do a summer Bible study (like we did before with JASS, except this time not JASS, obviously)?
Star Trek: Into Darkness was SO GOOD! Benedict Cumberbatch, man! What an actor! What a fantastic human! Beautiful, beautiful man.
Today I met a man who'd had Christmas dinner with Jed Clampett! I also made a friend named Guillermo and had a gas station attendant pitch a movie idea to me.
Sleepover tomorrow--er--tonight at my house!
Yard sale June 1st! WOO!
I also still think it would be fun to do that writing challenge we were talking about the other day. It doesn't even have to be a challenge. But I think it might be fun for those of us who want to write stories, we could exchange chapters/parts and read each other's work and help each other improve and be like fancy classic author friends like C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien, except without the being that awesome, clearly. But...maybe it's just me. Anyone want to be my writing exchange buddy? (*coughJillshouldwritethelogcabinstorycough*)
I think that's all...
C'est la vie. Carpe diem. Vive la France.
Oh, and here, have a song. It's a good one:
Hello from my parents' 33rd anniversary!!! Yep, they've been married since 1980! Right now they're on a date: eating out at Schooner's, here in Panama City Beach.
I realized that this spring/summer, I'm slowly working my way west when it comes to bodies of water. On spring break, we took a dip in the Atlantic. Now I'm at the Gulf of Mexico, and in July/August, we'll hit the Pacific! Did I ever mention how much I love the beach/ocean? It's a lot. But you're right, Jill, sand is a pain in the butt. Especially when you have to reapply sunscreen and you're grinding the sand into the pores of your skin. Exfoliating, sure, but not the comfiest thing in the world.
And speaking of things that aren't all that comfortable: being hot. I mean, I'm at the beach, and it's hot, and today I felt like I was frying, but it was okay, because there's a lovely ocean to jump in and a nice, cool hotel room waiting anytime I want to take a break. But can we just take a few minutes to think about--not reconsider, just CONSIDER--hiking in the Grand Canyon? I'm not saying we're all going to die (yes I am), but it's going to be HOTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!! I just thought I'd bring that to everyone's attention, in case you needed a daily dose of obvious statements. That is all.
Anyway, what else? Oh yeah, my title! It's karaoke night, guys. It was karaoke night last night, too, apparently. I haven't gone to it yet, but it's after the magic show tonight, so I might just show up and sing. But see, the magic show (which I probably won't attend) starts at 9, and my parents will probably be back from dinner by then. I was hoping that the karaoke would happen earlier so there would be literally NO ONE IN THE ENTIRE HOTEL who knows me. Then I could totally rock out! lol. Well....maybe not. OOOh, or maybe when my parents get back I can convice my mom to go sing with me. You know, I think she'd be up for it.
Anyway, the sun is probably going to set any minute, so I think I'll try to catch that, since the Gulf has the best sunsets imaginable!
p.s. You know what else is the best? Bacon-wrapped BBQ shrimp! Seriously the BEST THING I'VE EVER TASTED!!!!!!!!!! It's a tragedy that you guys will probably think that's gross, especially Jill, who hates both bacon and shrimp (ok, Jill doesn't hate things, but she doesn't particularly like them). BUT GUYS IT WAS SOOOOOOOO DELICIOUS. THE END!
Hello from writing a paper. Well, I'm obviously not writing it RIGHT NOW, but it's in the process. Yes, there are actual words on the page and I have a solid plan to finish by 3 am. lol. Yep. College. BUT....
Anyway, today we went to see The Host, which was a pretty good movie. And here's a weird thing pertaining to two of the cast members: I don't know about you guys, but when I'm writing a story, I kind of cast it in my head. Like, I use actors or people I know (but almost always actors) as a reference point when describing the characters, because it's easier to visualize that way, at least for me. So one time, I was writing a story and in my head the two main characters looked like Saoirse Ronan and Emily Browning. And so I was watching The Host, and I knew Saoirse Ronan was in it, which, you know, doesn't really matter, but then at the end, when Emily Browning shows up, I'm just kinda like, "She looks familiar. No...Yeah...Nooo...YEAH!" And I just thought it was weird and funny and unexpected. So...yeah. Cool story bro.
Hello from the African savanna, where a wild Jill runs with her mane billowing in the wind. Mufasa's face appears in the clouds and tells her, "Remember who you are." And she does. She remembers that she's been the unlucky girl who never got to leave America...until NOW. And she runs wild with the antelope and the giraffe and treats scabies all winter long!
CONGRATULATIONS JILL!!!! :)
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