I decided to put my last comment from my previous post into a new post. So now it is its own topic!
I absolutely love make up. I love getting dressed up. I love organizing my products on my sink-I love the colors of eye shadow, the glow of bronzers and blush, the softening nature of moisturizers, the POP of eye liner, the extension of mascara and the subtle hint of color that colored mascaras provide. I like high heels and expensive jeans. I would ideally like to dress in Dior and Tracy Reese. Someday, I will buy those Louboutin heels.
I guess this contrasts with the fact that I don't really do a lot of glamourous things that would merit such luxury. I don't see anything wrong with liking fashion. I like looking good.
And I guess I'm tired of people who say things like "oh, I never wear make up."At some point in life, I think it's ok to realize that a little bit of make up makes a world of difference in how people perceive you. What's wrong with taking pride in your appearance? I don't feel that I need makeup-actually, my skin is quite nice and even. I have nothing to hide. I just enjoy the process and the products.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Literal
As Jaime has pointed out, I am a literalist.
I take things very literally. This is a trait I have had for a very long time. I believe it started when I was around 9 or 10. My brother was making fun of me and he pointed out that I have no common sense. Now, at that time it was true. I lived in my own little world-at that time, I used to pretend that I was a pioneer of the Laura Ingalls Wilder type. I like to think that I have developed a bit more common sense-I am not a complete idiot about paying bills or remembering to feed my cat and I can cook decently and manage day to day operations.
But, I have kept my sense of "literalness." I take things at face value. This doesn't mean that I am not skeptical, but I have a hard time understanding sarcasm or jokes, especially when they are written. If I see something that looks amiss, I will usually try to look it up, because I like statements to be backed up by facts. Only afterwards do I realize that the person making the statement was, in fact, joking. But I feel better because I have done the research!
This is just part of my nature as a librarian-I like to look things up!
I also like to argue. I don't know how this fits in, but I am comfortable enough with myself that I will not back down if someone is challenging me, especially on a topic that I know a lot about.
And I am glad I have my iphone, because I can easily look up facts during the middle of an argument.
Maybe that makes me annoying?
Oh, and I don't even need to discuss the nature of truth. I don't really believe in an objective truth. I don't believe in an objective morality either.
But I do like facts.
I don't know what the point of this post is anymore, except that yes, I embrace my literal nature.
I also like honesty and not playing games. I like telling people exactly what I think. And I like to think that I have the intelligence to back it up.
I used to think that I was a romantic sort of person, but I have realized that I really am not. I don't have grand illusions about what I expect a future partner would be like-in fact, if a guy started buying me presents all the time and writing eloquent poetry about me, I'd probably laugh and maybe wonder whether he was on the level. My greatest joys are sleeping, eating, and reading, in that order. So my ideal days, often spent with J, are like this-wake up quite late, around 11 or so. Eat a delicious breakfast. Sit on the couch and read for a while. Take a nap. Read a little more, perhaps walk outside. Eat a delicious dinner. Have some champagne. Have a little more champagne. Have some beer. Go out and dance. Come home. Sleep. And repeat the next day.
I take things very literally. This is a trait I have had for a very long time. I believe it started when I was around 9 or 10. My brother was making fun of me and he pointed out that I have no common sense. Now, at that time it was true. I lived in my own little world-at that time, I used to pretend that I was a pioneer of the Laura Ingalls Wilder type. I like to think that I have developed a bit more common sense-I am not a complete idiot about paying bills or remembering to feed my cat and I can cook decently and manage day to day operations.
But, I have kept my sense of "literalness." I take things at face value. This doesn't mean that I am not skeptical, but I have a hard time understanding sarcasm or jokes, especially when they are written. If I see something that looks amiss, I will usually try to look it up, because I like statements to be backed up by facts. Only afterwards do I realize that the person making the statement was, in fact, joking. But I feel better because I have done the research!
This is just part of my nature as a librarian-I like to look things up!
I also like to argue. I don't know how this fits in, but I am comfortable enough with myself that I will not back down if someone is challenging me, especially on a topic that I know a lot about.
And I am glad I have my iphone, because I can easily look up facts during the middle of an argument.
Maybe that makes me annoying?
Oh, and I don't even need to discuss the nature of truth. I don't really believe in an objective truth. I don't believe in an objective morality either.
But I do like facts.
I don't know what the point of this post is anymore, except that yes, I embrace my literal nature.
I also like honesty and not playing games. I like telling people exactly what I think. And I like to think that I have the intelligence to back it up.
I used to think that I was a romantic sort of person, but I have realized that I really am not. I don't have grand illusions about what I expect a future partner would be like-in fact, if a guy started buying me presents all the time and writing eloquent poetry about me, I'd probably laugh and maybe wonder whether he was on the level. My greatest joys are sleeping, eating, and reading, in that order. So my ideal days, often spent with J, are like this-wake up quite late, around 11 or so. Eat a delicious breakfast. Sit on the couch and read for a while. Take a nap. Read a little more, perhaps walk outside. Eat a delicious dinner. Have some champagne. Have a little more champagne. Have some beer. Go out and dance. Come home. Sleep. And repeat the next day.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Nothing?
I have a confession to make!
This blog is not really about nothing in particular.....
it's actually about ME!
I think blogging is kind of a narcissistic behavior. You write because you want to share things about yourself-your opinions, thoughts, issues of importance. Some people want to gain popularity-as in followers and ad dollars. Other people write to display their brilliance and skill at writing. Still others write as a way to make their mark on their world: "I exist," they say, "Listen to me. I am here."
And still others do it because....well, I don't know why.
I was just thinking about this because I was reading a post written by J-Train about potential topics.
She likes to write to appeal to a wide variety of readers, and maybe capture a few new ones. I am an avid reader and I greatly enjoy her posts.
I just happened to realize that I don't really care if anyone reads this. I don't care that people know about my writing brilliance (although I do think I have a sort of flair-perhaps that is just my conceit) I just like to update sometimes. To keep a record of my thoughts....which are usually about nothing in particular, but it always comes back to me. :-)
This blog is not really about nothing in particular.....
it's actually about ME!
I think blogging is kind of a narcissistic behavior. You write because you want to share things about yourself-your opinions, thoughts, issues of importance. Some people want to gain popularity-as in followers and ad dollars. Other people write to display their brilliance and skill at writing. Still others write as a way to make their mark on their world: "I exist," they say, "Listen to me. I am here."
And still others do it because....well, I don't know why.
I was just thinking about this because I was reading a post written by J-Train about potential topics.
She likes to write to appeal to a wide variety of readers, and maybe capture a few new ones. I am an avid reader and I greatly enjoy her posts.
I just happened to realize that I don't really care if anyone reads this. I don't care that people know about my writing brilliance (although I do think I have a sort of flair-perhaps that is just my conceit) I just like to update sometimes. To keep a record of my thoughts....which are usually about nothing in particular, but it always comes back to me. :-)
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Archiving
I finally started archiving my old blog in a Google Doc. I have finished July and August 2003 so far. It has been interesting reviewing what I wrote.
I am glad that it's still there.
I don't blog as much as I used to, as most of you know. Too many other social networks and all that. I also feel like I have finally reached a stable point-good job, good guy, place to live, etc. So I'm not really as interesting as I used to be.
That's a good thing though. I had fun back in the day, but I also had a lot of really depressing, terrible, no good, very bad times. I don't have regrets about it-in fact, I'm glad I had those times. The crazy times, as I like to call them. I feel like I came through ok and I am glad that I have reached a point where every day is no longer an emotional roller coaster.
I have reached a point where I can work on developing my interests, instead of developing my existence, if that makes sense. I read so much more than I used to-I pay attention to the news (well, NPR, I refuse to watch TV news). I have opinions about things-from literature to movies to TV to military policies.
Also my History degree allows me a really good perspective. It helps in work, but it also helps in life. I see nuances to things. I don't see the world in a linear way, as a system of cause and effect. I look for connections.
I am, I think, a lot more opinionated than I used to be. I used to feel fearful at expressing myself, but I think that I am a much stronger communicator. Perhaps this is the confidence that comes from getting older? Who knows. I know that things could change at any moment, but I have the mental strength to handle it. I still have a lot to look forward too as well!
What I do know is that I am happy that I am not 22 anymore. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. And I hope it will make me sympathetic to my future offspring-Just need to keep things in perspective.
I am glad that it's still there.
I don't blog as much as I used to, as most of you know. Too many other social networks and all that. I also feel like I have finally reached a stable point-good job, good guy, place to live, etc. So I'm not really as interesting as I used to be.
That's a good thing though. I had fun back in the day, but I also had a lot of really depressing, terrible, no good, very bad times. I don't have regrets about it-in fact, I'm glad I had those times. The crazy times, as I like to call them. I feel like I came through ok and I am glad that I have reached a point where every day is no longer an emotional roller coaster.
I have reached a point where I can work on developing my interests, instead of developing my existence, if that makes sense. I read so much more than I used to-I pay attention to the news (well, NPR, I refuse to watch TV news). I have opinions about things-from literature to movies to TV to military policies.
Also my History degree allows me a really good perspective. It helps in work, but it also helps in life. I see nuances to things. I don't see the world in a linear way, as a system of cause and effect. I look for connections.
I am, I think, a lot more opinionated than I used to be. I used to feel fearful at expressing myself, but I think that I am a much stronger communicator. Perhaps this is the confidence that comes from getting older? Who knows. I know that things could change at any moment, but I have the mental strength to handle it. I still have a lot to look forward too as well!
What I do know is that I am happy that I am not 22 anymore. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. And I hope it will make me sympathetic to my future offspring-Just need to keep things in perspective.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Song for the Weekend
Calvin Harris-Ready for the Weekend
Counterfeit, counterfeit
That's what you're shouting at me
I could run but I'd sooner have this
End amicably.
Lick the blood stain from your finger
Say what do you see?
Remind you that whatever you get is
What you want it to be
You want it to be
You get a feeling, that's what you choose
And I was told there is not a minute to lose
So if you're waiting, jump out your skin
To find a cure for whatever state your in
I tell my good friends get out the way!
Of all the lightning hitting the trees today
We get a thrill from clapping our hands
We find the nearest girl
And ask her to dance
Ohhh I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend...
Coming back coming back
To a place where, I never knew
Pushing knobs, pushing faders
But I don't know what they do
This reflection in my mirror, reminds me of you.
When I tilt it towards the sunlight, you fall out of view
You fall out of view!
You get a feeling, that's what you choose.
And I was told there is not a minute to lose
So if you're waiting, jump out your skin
To find a cure for whatever state you're in
I tell my good friends get out the way!
Of all the lightning hitting the trees today
We get a thrill from clappin our hands
We find the nearest girl
And ask her to dance
Ohhh I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend...
Counterfeit, counterfeit
That's what you're shouting at me
I could run but I'd sooner have this
End amicably.
Lick the blood stain from your finger
Say what do you see?
Remind you that whatever you get is
What you want it to be
You want it to be
You get a feeling, that's what you choose
And I was told there is not a minute to lose
So if you're waiting, jump out your skin
To find a cure for whatever state your in
I tell my good friends get out the way!
Of all the lightning hitting the trees today
We get a thrill from clapping our hands
We find the nearest girl
And ask her to dance
Ohhh I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend...
Coming back coming back
To a place where, I never knew
Pushing knobs, pushing faders
But I don't know what they do
This reflection in my mirror, reminds me of you.
When I tilt it towards the sunlight, you fall out of view
You fall out of view!
You get a feeling, that's what you choose.
And I was told there is not a minute to lose
So if you're waiting, jump out your skin
To find a cure for whatever state you're in
I tell my good friends get out the way!
Of all the lightning hitting the trees today
We get a thrill from clappin our hands
We find the nearest girl
And ask her to dance
Ohhh I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Ouuw I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
One Reason I like Twitter
...it forces a person to be concise. 140 character limit, no more. It is a lot easier to update Twitter than to update a blog. Especially for me, because I think too much and delete and re-write multiple times. Of course, Twitter can be incredibly inane. But it's a nice way to get something out there, especially if it has been stuck in your mind for a while.
I was going to write more on this topic, but I seem to have passed the limit. So, goodbye
I was going to write more on this topic, but I seem to have passed the limit. So, goodbye
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Hate is too strong
My good friend J-Train posted a while back about hate vs love and indifference. I guess I should revise my previous post, because really, I don't hate Friends. I don't hate much of anything, really. Hate is a very strong word. Instead, I will say that I am indifferent. The only times I encounter Friends is when I hear others talk about it. I never watch the show. It is barely on my radar. It is only when I hear references to it or read articles about it that my annoyance comes back. Ok, I'm not completely indifferent....let's say indifference with a touch of dislike.
Because Hate means that I actively think about how much I dislike the show. That is too much of an effort, and a silly TV show does not deserve that much consideration.
I will admit though, I am fueled by others rampant love of Friends, so perhaps that makes me more combative and militant in my dislike. But again, I am really a peaceful person. I will try to refrain from using the term Hate in the future. It's just not worth it!
Because Hate means that I actively think about how much I dislike the show. That is too much of an effort, and a silly TV show does not deserve that much consideration.
I will admit though, I am fueled by others rampant love of Friends, so perhaps that makes me more combative and militant in my dislike. But again, I am really a peaceful person. I will try to refrain from using the term Hate in the future. It's just not worth it!
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