Steve Job's Commencement Speech at Stanford in 2005. My roommate made me sit down and watch it this morning in exchange for a grape. Well worth your time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UF8uR6Z6KLc
Page Thirty-Four: My Kind of Current Events
Recently I found myself alone and stranded on the curb in a gas station parking lot at 3am wearing a perfect pink dress, new Steve Maddens and an employee of the gas station's wool coat, holding on to the bench portion of a pedi-cab for dear life...so no one would steal it?
It was my responsibility to guard the precious piece of equiptment, of course.
A typical end to a typical night in my world. If only that had been the end...we won't get into it.
With that being said, I naturally took a liking to this headline in USA Today.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2009-11-10-pedicabs_N.htm
Long live pedi-cabs. My preferred method of transportation. Aside from teleporting, that is. Nothing beats teleportation.
It was my responsibility to guard the precious piece of equiptment, of course.
A typical end to a typical night in my world. If only that had been the end...we won't get into it.
With that being said, I naturally took a liking to this headline in USA Today.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2009-11-10-pedicabs_N.htm
Long live pedi-cabs. My preferred method of transportation. Aside from teleporting, that is. Nothing beats teleportation.
Page Thirty-Three: Secrets
I'm not much of a complainer, I swear. Just this one time.
Don't tell anybody, but today I'm that girl that makes excuses for another person because it makes her feel better. I'm that awful girl who justifies actions because it's easier to pretend everything's the same than it is to accept what's real.
One time my fortune cookie told me that affection is never wasted. I hope that's true.
Today I'm antsy. I have a shorter than normal attention span and the urge to get in my car and drive to the beach and forget about my little babies in sparkly leotards or scheduling a time slot in the production studio or catching up on my current events for my quiz tomorrow. I hate the news lately, anyways.
I think the best times in our lives are a double-edged sword. Sometimes the best times in our lives make everyday life less satisfying.
I wish I could practice half of what I preach.
Today I'm accepting a theory as fact. Give someone the opportunity to let you down, and they will take it. I don't like that I believe this. It's not very me to think this way at all. It seems like the safer bet to swallow this understanding, though.
I'm scared for the next couple of months and I'm mad that losing people is a part of life. I've never wanted time to move slower and faster at the same time until now.
I took the bus home from campus today and a big part of me wanted to run away to a big city again, where I could ride on busses where no one knows me every single day.
I'm a chronic thinker. Even when I'm sleeping my mind goes crazy. I'd pay $100 dollars to have an on/off switch for it.
I pretend to care about a lot more things than I actually care about. I can fake enthusiasm and interest and concern really well.
I hate when I realize that the only times that I pray are when I'm sad or scared or needing or wanting.
Word vomit. I feel better know.
Don't tell anybody, but today I'm that girl that makes excuses for another person because it makes her feel better. I'm that awful girl who justifies actions because it's easier to pretend everything's the same than it is to accept what's real.
One time my fortune cookie told me that affection is never wasted. I hope that's true.
Today I'm antsy. I have a shorter than normal attention span and the urge to get in my car and drive to the beach and forget about my little babies in sparkly leotards or scheduling a time slot in the production studio or catching up on my current events for my quiz tomorrow. I hate the news lately, anyways.
I think the best times in our lives are a double-edged sword. Sometimes the best times in our lives make everyday life less satisfying.
I wish I could practice half of what I preach.
Today I'm accepting a theory as fact. Give someone the opportunity to let you down, and they will take it. I don't like that I believe this. It's not very me to think this way at all. It seems like the safer bet to swallow this understanding, though.
I'm scared for the next couple of months and I'm mad that losing people is a part of life. I've never wanted time to move slower and faster at the same time until now.
I took the bus home from campus today and a big part of me wanted to run away to a big city again, where I could ride on busses where no one knows me every single day.
I'm a chronic thinker. Even when I'm sleeping my mind goes crazy. I'd pay $100 dollars to have an on/off switch for it.
I pretend to care about a lot more things than I actually care about. I can fake enthusiasm and interest and concern really well.
I hate when I realize that the only times that I pray are when I'm sad or scared or needing or wanting.
Word vomit. I feel better know.
Page Thirty-Two: Whatcha Gonna Do
To catch up, I'm going to have to dig in my memory bank for the clutch stories over the past couple months. If not for your reading pleasures, than for my personal nostalgia years from now. Here's one for the books.
A normal Thursday night in college typically consists of dressing up like something or someone ridiculous, not because it's Halloween, but because it's Thursday. This particular Thursday was coined "Career Day" and my roommate Leigh had be scheming her perfect outfit for days. A wedding dress. M.R.S. Degree. Oh so clever. The stunning gown she found was off the racks at Goodwill and about three sizes too small, but she bought it anyways after much reassuring that it was nothing a hot glue gun and some scissors couldn't fix. It was God awful. The ugliest, snow-monster dress I've ever seen.
Anyways, after we doctored her dress up and literally tied and glued her in it, we were off. By the way, I was an E! News Red Carpet Correspondent, but...not important. She had two Miller High Life bottles and a fanny pack. Because it's true that wierd things happen to wierd people, a camera crew for a new COPS like show was patrolling with our city's policemen that night. Who better for an episode than a raging bride-to-be with a fanny pack, right? Little did she know that before the police busted the party they had been filming her for about 20 minutes. They saw her try to jump a fence with a 10 foot train and they saw her ditch her Forties in the bushes.
The cops ended up having to help Leigh up out of a mud puddle and preceded to film her for another 30 minutes. She was giving them good T.V. Really good T.V. Trust me, I saw it. After begging her to sign the dotted line and pleading with the reasoning that she would make an awesome episode, they left her with a pretty little ticket and an epic story.
So happy to be only a spectator for this one.
Check out Leigh's blog: http://high-waistedlife.blogspot.com/ and look out for the new Cops show. On the G4 channel, airing soon!Page Thirty-One: Do You Know Where I've Been?
Shame on me. My adventures have been stalled at page thirty since August and there is just no excuse for that. A quick update, then it's back to the regular scheduled story-telling.
New:
Apartment, roommates and job. I gave up on washing cars and I now coach gymnastics. It is the best and most rewarding job I've ever had. My little girls and boys are precious and make even the worst days wonderful.
Friends, hairstyle and method of organizing my closet. I color coordinate now.
Classes that challenge me, teachers, responsibilites and guilty pleasures.
and
Adventures, of course.
Same:
Bad study habits, best friend and favorite boy.
Poor budgeting skills, bumperless car and love of high heals.
Perpetually empty gas tank.
Craving for the big city, desire to dress fabulously and stay young at heart forever.
Magnetism to odd people and even odder situations.
Stay tuned...
New:
Apartment, roommates and job. I gave up on washing cars and I now coach gymnastics. It is the best and most rewarding job I've ever had. My little girls and boys are precious and make even the worst days wonderful.
Friends, hairstyle and method of organizing my closet. I color coordinate now.
Classes that challenge me, teachers, responsibilites and guilty pleasures.
and
Adventures, of course.
Same:
Bad study habits, best friend and favorite boy.
Poor budgeting skills, bumperless car and love of high heals.
Perpetually empty gas tank.
Craving for the big city, desire to dress fabulously and stay young at heart forever.
Magnetism to odd people and even odder situations.
Stay tuned...
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