Things that are commonplace, and a few oddities here and there...

Have you ever wondered if the universe will just randomly compress one day, and life as we know it will end? I found myself pondering that as I was looking over music earlier. Alas, I found myself distracted, and decided to fill my time with other things. Yep, you guessed it: staring into space. Most people find it to be quite boring or they see it as a time waster...which it is of course. However, I often find that I think of the most interesting things then. I like to people watch when I'm in a daze. It's fun to try to figure out what their life stories are, what makes them tick. Sometimes I feel bad doing it. It's like seeing an intimate snapshot of their life.

For instance, take the biting of a nail. One may not look into that gesture much, but it brings a million questions to mind. Are they nervous? Did they do something wrong? Why are they nervous? I guess this seems a bit ridiculous, but when you're bored, people watching is one of the most entertaining things. At least for me, haha.

Lately, I find myself kind of teetering on the edge of confidence and confusion. I have a lot of faith in myself and my abilities, but I'm not sure how to direct it. I love music with all of my heart, and it's truly what I want to do with my life. However, love isn't always practical, and sometimes, one must choose practicality over "romance." At least, that is what is pounded into my head by certain people. If I were one for practicality, I would have never even auditioned for Crane and I'd be working on a degree in International Relations somewhere. Practicality is for those who like the feeling of safety. Or, if I'm feeling truly capricious, for those who are afraid to find out who they are and what they can do. I've never been one to reign in my dreams or stifle another's. Anything can be attained with enough hard work and passion. You have to love what you do and commit to it fully. A certain quote comes to mind here:

"There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time!"~Coco Chanel

This is soooo true! Although, work must be love as well. At least, it would have to be for me. Hence, the whole vocal performance deal. Aieee...I think too much. I should just practice, practice, practice, and do well in school. At the end of my four years, I will know what my path shall be. Whether or not I follow it is one thing, but who knows! That is why life is such a grand adventure! Anyhow, I must be off. Ciao!

Abnormality is the normality at this locality...

This is what happens when you're bored on a Saturday afternoon, your roomate has a camera, and you have a desperate urge to play with Alka-Seltzer. Embarassing and incriminating pictures end up online, usually at the expense of a few laughs and good humored cracks at our mental faculties.

Some might say that this picture is stupid...and I'd have to agree with them. Some may say that it is ridiculous and that I can find better things to do with my time. Again, I'd probably have to agree with them. Some may just call me insane and laugh. Anyone who knows me knows that I would certainly vouch for that comment.

While all of the above comments may be true, is it truly that insane to have fun and let the pressures of the world leave your mind for a few precious moments? Humor is as varied as those who allow themselves to laugh, or have fun. For instance, chess may be a stimulating and calming way of allowing themselves to enjoy their time. The cool ivory and ebony figures may be as much of an outlet for humor and fun as a keg full of beer and a few drunken friends. Just because our ideas of humor and what is "fun" may differ doesn't mean that they should be subject to ridicule or distaste. Just like that picture. You may look at it with disgust. I look at it as a victory. I held that damn tablet in my mouth until it dissolved! It was pretty gross, but the picture that resulted from that escapade is priceless to my mind.

Basically, the moral of this little tirade is to just have fun in whatever way you choose to do so (unless it involves playing in traffic). Life is too short to sit in your room or dorm and let it pass you by. Cliche? Yep. It still doesn't take away from the power of the words though. Make sure you have fun, and live a little. All I know is that if you laugh your ass off at a stupid picture or a crazy memory the next day, week, month, or even year, it's enough reason to cherish it. So while you may want to sit on your ass in your room and hide away, I am out having the time of my life. Touche (add the accent, I don't know how to use that damnable function)!


FIN

Nifty quiz...

Here is a nifty little quiz...It actually describes me quite accurately...check it out!

You Are a Hunter Soul

You are driven and ambitious - totally self motiviated to succeedActively working to acheive what you want, you are skillful in many areas.You are a natural predator with strong instincts ... and more than a little demanding.You are creative, energetic, and an extremely powerful force. An outdoors person, you like animals and relate to them better than people.You tend to have an explosive personality, but also a good sense of humor.People sometimes see you as arrogant or a know it all.You tend to be a bit of a loner, though you hate to be alone. Souls you are most compatible with: Seeker Soul and Peacemaker Soul

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Kosmos

Kosmos

I am lost between the guilt of heaven and ire of hell,
My dreams mingling with reality.
A warped chaotic corner of the universe where past, present, and future diffuse together,
No differentiation between time and fate.

What could the blink of an eye
mean in an alternate reality or place?
What colors and sublime thoughts linger
In our unconscious voids of reason?
Dreams come and go, ebbing like waves upon the ocean of Time.

I stand at the edge of my cosmic release,
Eternities lingering in the air like a mother's embrace.
Comforting and ubiquitous, I pause.
Time halts at a standstill, my life minuscule and brief.
What lies behind the grey curtains of my mind?

We all eventually pass. We burn to brightly to be contained within this earthly prison.
However, I will not bid you farewell, but greet you with a twinkling eye.
It is assured that we shall meet again.
Where the ether of the sky joins the solemn twinkling stars in repose,
We shall meet again to turn our faces to the sun.


I write way too much...happy reading!

Mirror, mirror....

Hmm...I haven't updated in a while. Oh well, I'm pretty sure the world didn't stop revolving because I dropped off the face of the earth for a bit. Anyway, here's a little something I wrote when I was annoyed. Instead of eating ice cream or yelling at people, I went to the root of my ire. The media. I decided to analyze the poor, "innocent" Cosmo sitting docilely on the floor (yep, i'm a slob). Here is a shorted version of the conclusions that I came up with and the ideas that I entertained.




Every woman is different. We all have different hair colors, different eyes, different complexions, different bodies, and different views about life and the world as we know it. Due to all of these differences, we all represent different facets of beauty. Some women are willowy and tall, and represent a sort of elfin beauty. Others are dark and mysterious, while others are curvy and round, and represent a motherly beauty all their own. With all of these seemingly wonderful traits, women should be incredibly satisfied with themselves, and embrace who they are as human beings. However, due to societal influences, more women have found it necessary to think lowly of themselves and attempt to change their mannerisms and bodies.
Cosmopolitan magazine is often referred to as the “Woman’s Bible,” and is geared towards an audience of about 18-35. It includes everything a woman needs to survive, such as “40 Ways to Please Your Man,” “Hot Runway Trends,” and “How to Love Your Time Alone.” It also shows pictures of waiflike models wearing the most makeup and least clothing that you’ll ever be privy to. These women who are ridiculously tall yet still manage to remain ridiculously thin are thrown at us, the proverbial wolves. They are the images that we are supposed to make of ourselves. Women are supposed to be beautiful, tall, and thin. There are never any short or somewhat squat models in magazines. It is quite sad. Cosmopolitan’s spokeswoman is a Fun, Fearless, Female. She is surrounded by men, is glamorous, young, and incredibly beautiful. She is sipping a cocktail and laughing as two handsome men fawn over her. This magazine is supposed to be geared towards producing more women like her. Confident and poised. Sensual, yet elegant. One would think that there were more inspirational articles and stories about confident, self assured women. However, in a 242 page magazine, ads took up 147 pages of this, leaving only 95 pages left for our own reading pleasure. Of those 95 pages, the first article began on page 40, and it is an interview of Hilary Duff, the world’s newest pop princess. It is rather interesting that most of the pages in this magazine are devoted to ads. These articles are not just on any product either. They are geared towards women in order to help them become more like society’s ideal beauty. There are ads for foundation that makes your skin glow, creams that smooth, mascaras that plump lashes, and generally enhance your facial beauty. I also noticed something that struck me as quite entertaining. They would have ads that would show some kind of delectable food, or even a sex ad that included a beautiful woman wearing little clothing. Adjacent to those ads were ads for plastic surgery or breast enhancement. As if women needed another cosmetic vice! One thing that struck me as interesting was the fact that there were zero ads in the sections that included sex tidbits and love information. The marketing firm seemed to know that women would be more interested in reading the smut instead of the product, therefore they didn’t waste any ad space on those pages. Why waste ad space when you could tell a woman how to have sex and do it well?!
It seems that this magazine is made to bloat up a woman’s self esteem, yet simultaneously kill it at the same time in order to keep the consumer awash in a state of confusion. This confusion makes it easier for them to sell their magazines, for they promise to help the woman turn herself into the confident bombshell she always wanted to be. Personally, I do not find this magazine to have much of a purpose other than to sell products and make women with low self esteem feel worse about themselves. Granted, I do read this magazine, but it’s more for kicks. After all, reading National Geographic is certainly fun in its own right, but who wants to read about bears having sex when you can learn how to do it (and be AMAZING!) while looking incredible?


P.S...another thing about the "Fun, Fearless Female"...there was an ad for a random weight loss drug on the page opposite it. Way to optimize ad space, assholes.