I should be studying right now since I have a quiz at 8 in the morning tomorrow and two exams later this week, but for some reason I just can't seem to study. I seem to have been in this mood to want to have an extraordinary adventure, or something super fun and silly because I have been under a lot of stress and will be for the next couple weeks. Why? Midterms are coming up, I applied to be a Community Advisor at my school, and PHE (Peer Health Educators) are putting a huge program on next week called Love Your Body Week. I am excited for all these things to happen, just not all at once. And to make things catastrophic, I ate all my chocolate kisses from Valentine's Day, so now my stash is out. Yes, I am going through withdrawals of chocolate. The secret is out.
This last weekend I went back up to northern Minnesota to work a very special event... called Eelpout Festival. I was one of the lucky ladies to sell shots to inebriated men who would make passes at me left and right. Sometimes, I wish sober men would do that. If I had a dollar for every time someone wanted to take a picture with me or of me I would have made a hundred dollars just from that. Some of the men that I met called me quirky, Russian (not to my face), and beautiful.
I must admit that a drunk man was trying to convince my sister and my brother-in-law that I was Russian and that I even had the accent. All the while they kept telling him that I wasn't even close to Russian, and they knew this because they were my sister and brother. He didn't believe them. To clarify, I am American, but my ancestry has never had any Russian in it. I think this was by far the most ridiculous and funniest things I heard all night.
The man who called me quirky, told me this within two minutes of talking to me, and when I gave him a questioning look he admitted that it was a good thing. Later that night, I asked him why he thought I was odd, and all I got in reply was "there is just something about you". Needless to say, we had a very good chat after that.
Anyway, going back to the adventure subject, I feel like I am not appreciating life to the amount I usually do, so how am I going to get back to how I was? All I could think of was, do something small but not an everyday thing that I would usually do. Somehow this lead me to think about how all of my adventures are always written about after the fact on here, and that, that made me very sad. I mean there should be adventures happening on this blog, not just a droning and rambling on of a silly young woman. Then a thought occurred, *LIGHT BULB* --- DING DING DING! We have a winner! I would videotape or record some of the things I do. It's brilliant! But then I had a sad thought rain on my parade. What was I going to videotape? What is something that a college kid could do that would not break a law, be offensive, and still be amusing? Yep, I have nothing. Maybe I will figure something out. *COUGH* Ideas? *COUGH* Anyone?
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Plans, Plans, and More Plans!
For the past couple years I have been planning on visiting my family in Hawaii, but never wanted to willingly pay that much money. However, the number one excuse of not going was time. I didn't have time in between working and college. I work, work work in the summer, and study, study, study in the winter. So, when do I make time for for and visiting family? Never... except now.
The other day I bought my plane ticket. Yes, to Hawaii. To the beautiful island of Oahu. To see my family of course.
So it's finalized! I am actually going to do something that I want other than school! I will be going for 2 weeks right after my spring semester is done in May. I am so excited!
Also during this week, my friend Kourtni asked through Facebook if anyone wanted to do the Color Run which is a 5K marathon. I, the hater of running, jumped on board, and said I would. Only because it looks like it would be the best run Ever.
This looks like too much fun to pass up. And I have always wanted to run a 5K. I think I have been scared to do it. This will be happening on July 15th, and it will be amazing.
And at this second, more plans are being made. I know, I am amazing... at making plans.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Classifications and Body Loving
For some odd reason I have been thinking about identity and what makes someone who they are. But what does identity even entail? How one acts? Dress? Wants? Because if you could be classified, what would you be? Would you be a hipster, a hippie, a prep, an emo, a scene, a country kid, a mom, a dad, a brother, a sister, or even a lover? I hear others classifying themselves or telling of being classified as such, and I can not help but wonder if I had to classified what would I be?
A week ago, a friend of mine said out of no where, "Taylor, you are not a hipster." and all I could think was 'why did he say that? And why would I not be a hipster? what does he see me as?' and when I asked him why he said that the only reaction I received was "I don't know. I just thought about it and knew you were not a hipster." I never thought of myself of as a hipster, and apparently if I did, I would have been wrong. The next day, a group of friends of mine and I were talking and one said that someone told her "...wouldn't think she would do something like that" because the person had always thought of my friend as a hippy and not a girlie girl.
This made me think even more about classifying people, and wondering how I was classified, but I was mostly intrigued by the reason why people are classified. It took me a couple minutes, but I remembered that people like everything to be classified and have the information put into a file cabinet of sorts in their heads. With the remembrance of the human's obsession to classify all things, I started to wonder again about my classification, and decided not to ask anyone because that would be too easy. My conclusion was that I am me. Just me. Unconventional and scatterbrained me. And nothing nor anyone could take that away from me.
Tonight, I went to a Peer Health Educators meeting (PHE is an on-campus organization at my college), and two of the discussions up for the board was 'What to do for Valentine's Day?' and 'Who wants to help plan Love Your Body week'. Naturally, I drifted towards the Love Your Body week subject since I am single and hate being judged for that. Do not pity me, I know that I can be happy either in or out of a relationship. It just so happens that I am usually out of one. But that wasn't the only reason why I was excited to talk about the week, I also love the message it brings to men and women alike. It started out for awareness of eating disorders; however, it is so much more than that. It is confidence and overweight issues. It is realizing that the media is stupid to make girls believe that being a size two is beautiful, or that having a six pack and being fully toned muscularly is something that every guy should be. I admit that I do not like certain parts of my body, but I wouldn't trade my body or starve it to get a new one. It is the most amazing possession that I will ever have, but I sometimes forget. So here is to remembering and trying to treat the body as the temple it is.
This is a song to remember that everyone is strong. I have been obsessed with it the past couple days, but no big deal.
A week ago, a friend of mine said out of no where, "Taylor, you are not a hipster." and all I could think was 'why did he say that? And why would I not be a hipster? what does he see me as?' and when I asked him why he said that the only reaction I received was "I don't know. I just thought about it and knew you were not a hipster." I never thought of myself of as a hipster, and apparently if I did, I would have been wrong. The next day, a group of friends of mine and I were talking and one said that someone told her "...wouldn't think she would do something like that" because the person had always thought of my friend as a hippy and not a girlie girl.
This made me think even more about classifying people, and wondering how I was classified, but I was mostly intrigued by the reason why people are classified. It took me a couple minutes, but I remembered that people like everything to be classified and have the information put into a file cabinet of sorts in their heads. With the remembrance of the human's obsession to classify all things, I started to wonder again about my classification, and decided not to ask anyone because that would be too easy. My conclusion was that I am me. Just me. Unconventional and scatterbrained me. And nothing nor anyone could take that away from me.
Tonight, I went to a Peer Health Educators meeting (PHE is an on-campus organization at my college), and two of the discussions up for the board was 'What to do for Valentine's Day?' and 'Who wants to help plan Love Your Body week'. Naturally, I drifted towards the Love Your Body week subject since I am single and hate being judged for that. Do not pity me, I know that I can be happy either in or out of a relationship. It just so happens that I am usually out of one. But that wasn't the only reason why I was excited to talk about the week, I also love the message it brings to men and women alike. It started out for awareness of eating disorders; however, it is so much more than that. It is confidence and overweight issues. It is realizing that the media is stupid to make girls believe that being a size two is beautiful, or that having a six pack and being fully toned muscularly is something that every guy should be. I admit that I do not like certain parts of my body, but I wouldn't trade my body or starve it to get a new one. It is the most amazing possession that I will ever have, but I sometimes forget. So here is to remembering and trying to treat the body as the temple it is.
This is a song to remember that everyone is strong. I have been obsessed with it the past couple days, but no big deal.
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