first off, i would like to thank everybody for their feedback in regards to the whole presentation thing, especially amber and ashley for their evenly distributed smiley faces. the good comments were very reassuring and the constructive criticism is useful. it looks like i'll be working on mixing some extra happiness into the scrapbook this week...

what things would you do if you weren’t afraid?

that is the possible blog topic that i am contributing to this week. and nobody better give me that "i have no fears stuff," because that just means your fears are more deep seeded. or that you’re afraid of people seeing you as other than invincible...

i really need to focus on commenting on other peoples blogs, but not this week, i just really cant this week. i have essencially changed every static part of my life over the past fourteen days and just cannot seem to focus on anything else.

the fact that 399,729 people have added that "im not your ordinary girl" bumper sticker on facebook is crazy ironic.

did anybody read that article in the journal & courier "restaurant owner blasts meat thief with frozen ham?" it is funny. and pretty self explanitory. "grandma fights off mugger by spraying gasoline" was pretty classic also. if i were an 83 year old great grandmother getting mugged, im pretty sure i would just give up the bag. a broken hip is slightly more time consuming than canceling those credit cards.

i was going to argue that i hate the idea of a pre-determinded blog topic, but then i went to write this one, and well, am in need of a pre-determined blog topic.

i fell asleep watching the matrix last night and had a really crazy dream. i love that that can happen.

hmmm, isnt pressure supposed to make ideas come more quickly? thats kind of what i was banking on when i left myself fifteen minutes to write this thing.

You know how everything always falls on the same day? I havent had a major assignment in a few weeks but I definatly have three papers due tommorrow. Everything always falls on the same day! Its one of those little quirks in life that you just have to learn to expect I guess. Learn to expect and learn to deal with, as in figure out how to avoid procrastination. or aquire a taste for pressure and late nights?

If you know that you are naive does that make you not naive and instead decidedly ignorant? And if so, is that negative? Ignorance is bliss, but if you are purposefully ignorant then you cannot contribute to solving the problems that you avoid and are therefore selfish. Is that ok though? Is it ok to be selfish if it makes you happy? I guess that just depends on your morals. And I guess that if being selfish makes you happy then your morals are not that tremendous? So then, you will not be decidedly ignorant if you are not selfish. I don’t agree with that though, I don’t think.

I was thinking. And I though about how I sometimes have thoughts that I think I shouldn’t have, you know, the ones that make you blush or cringe and make you extra happy that people can’t get inside of your head. I realized that I assume that other people don’t have these thoughts. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. I don’t know where I came up with these thoughts. And in some instances, I’m a little taken back by how far I delve into some of them. Other people can obviously not be having these thoughts.

I believe in switching flavors of mouthwash before the first bottle is finished.
meaning that I need constant change in my life, even if the changes are on a pretty small scale.

I believe that carrots should be eaten raw.
the world is so processed that it is hard to experience anything in its initial, untainted form

I believe in wearing colors that slightly clash.
this makes me feel like I’m playing dress-up all day, and, in turn, allows me to take myself less seriously.

I believe that my neighbor is not a rapist.

I love playing the flute. I am also a really big fan of the piano, jazz dance classes, and making pottery on the wheel. This being said, I really like open/artsy forms of expression, ones that leave you feeling a little drained, but relived of stress at the same time. I do like to write. I took one creative writing class in high school, and opted to tackle another last semester. While I like to write the occasional short story or poem, I can appreciate a hearty research paper. Writing, in any form, is lovely because it is pliable.