I think she's chasing something.
She is snarling and making a high barking noise even though her mouth is shut. She is not allowed to bark when she is awake so I'll let her have her fun. I won't wake her.
She is a two year old yellow lab who failed guide dog puppy training school who (yes, who) belongs to my in-laws who are in-Washington. We are babysitting her for Thanksgiving break.
Nearby there is me, writing essays and peeking, every now and then, at the New York Times and at articles written by Julia Baird in Newsweek. The Friday of Thanksgiving break is like a Black Friday for homework. Miles and miles of homework assignments, projects, and applications all lined up, waiting at the doors of my time and energy. I'm the great deal that they will all run for when I open the doors.
Then I look down at her, cuddled between my chair and wall. She's on Thanksgiving break everyday. A dog's life, right? What people would give to be in her place. But I think a dog-lovers life is just as enjoyable.
I really should get to my homework. For now though, I'm going to keep reading articles and, every once in a while, put my hand down to calm her if she get's a little too snarly.
I won't open those door just yet.
Sunday
Re-Post: My Jane Error
Facts: I love reading a good book. I am also a woman.
That being said, it is obvious that by now I have read a handful of famous influential womanly novels like Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Wuthering Heights and so on. Right? Not so. The other day I figured that, given the above facts, I would adore these books. So I tried. I really tried. One hundred and thirty-seven pages into Jane Eyre I coolly asked myself, "how many more pages do I have to endure?!"
That's where my mistake was. I cannot convince myself that I want to read and will enjoy those types of books. I'm just not that type of girl--yet.
Does this make me a bad person? No. Does this make me less attractive mentally and physically? Maybe. But that is a risk I am willing to take.
I am no Jane Eyre-er. Someday, maybe one hundred and thirty-seven days from now, Jane Eyre will be on my list. And I will love it. I will be influenced by it. And most importantly, I'll finally finish it and be able to say, "You're talking about Jane Eyre? I've read that."
That being said, it is obvious that by now I have read a handful of famous influential womanly novels like Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Wuthering Heights and so on. Right? Not so. The other day I figured that, given the above facts, I would adore these books. So I tried. I really tried. One hundred and thirty-seven pages into Jane Eyre I coolly asked myself, "how many more pages do I have to endure?!"
That's where my mistake was. I cannot convince myself that I want to read and will enjoy those types of books. I'm just not that type of girl--yet.
Does this make me a bad person? No. Does this make me less attractive mentally and physically? Maybe. But that is a risk I am willing to take.
I am no Jane Eyre-er. Someday, maybe one hundred and thirty-seven days from now, Jane Eyre will be on my list. And I will love it. I will be influenced by it. And most importantly, I'll finally finish it and be able to say, "You're talking about Jane Eyre? I've read that."
Saturday
About colors
I love the new colorful Volant notebooks from Moleskine. Checking out in the basement of the bookstore is a struggle every time because these notebooks are stacked right next to the register. So vibrant. So convenient. Tight cellophane packaging holds together three small green notebooks that are ready for big ideas. The possibilities...I like things like this--things that encourage idea-making. If it can help me be imaginative then it's worth it.
The remaining days in my black Moleskine are getting thin. The time to get a new planner is coming. For me, 2010 feels red.
Re-Post: The Internet Tells Me Things
I recently updated to a fancy-pants Gmail account. My hotmail account that I had created in middle school—that is creatively a parody combining my nick name and the Nike slogan—just didn't give me that same feeling of exhilaration once I had to use it to email professors, not to mention anybody over the age of 14.
I haven't had the heart to get rid of it just yet. It comes in handy for various things here and there, but I recently noticed and felt like somebody was trying to tell me something more regarding this issue. You see, every once in I while I get emails that promote Viagra. Obviously this is not a market I have any interest in so I figured these emails must have a multi-layered meaning. I think I have finally figured out what these viagra hawkers are getting at: your email address is old, and that's why we think you're old and possibly interested in these products...Oh! And you must be poor, because this stuff is only $1.
Like many things in my life, I only wish I could have heard about this--a thing in my life that was embarrassing that I should have changed sooner--from one of my friends instead of the internet.
I haven't had the heart to get rid of it just yet. It comes in handy for various things here and there, but I recently noticed and felt like somebody was trying to tell me something more regarding this issue. You see, every once in I while I get emails that promote Viagra. Obviously this is not a market I have any interest in so I figured these emails must have a multi-layered meaning. I think I have finally figured out what these viagra hawkers are getting at: your email address is old, and that's why we think you're old and possibly interested in these products...Oh! And you must be poor, because this stuff is only $1.
Like many things in my life, I only wish I could have heard about this--a thing in my life that was embarrassing that I should have changed sooner--from one of my friends instead of the internet.
The Economics of Milkshakes
I took Econ 110. Don't believe it? Here's some economics for you:
Phillip and I have an increasing marginal propensity to consume milkshakes. If it is available, it is ours. Yesterday Phillip and I celebrated a "second highest test score in the class" with some well-deserved calorie saturated burgers. A medium Butterfinger milkshake usually accompanies burger and fries; however, yesterday no milkshake was ordered. We ate our burgers without the anticipation of a sweet treat to look forward to.
As we were leaving I looked over to Phillip and said, "Wait, I have to do something." He followed me to the register where we ordered earlier. The same young man who took our original order was waiting there.
"Can we get Jr. shake and can you not make it yet but instead give it to the next family that comes in?"
He looked at me a little confused.
"I just want to give the next family that comes in a jr. shake, is that okay?" I explained again.
"Absolutely," he replied with a smile on his face, "what flavor do you want it to be?"
"Whatever they want."
"We'll if they get Recess or Butterfinger then it costs extra, is why I am asking," he told us.
How could I deprive this family that I will never know or ever meet of the option of getting Butterfinger? I couldn't.
"We'll pay the extra just in case they want Butterfinger," I explained.
"We'll great, that will be $2.84. Do you want me to tell them who it was from?" he said.
"No. No. Just tell them that somebody earlier paid for jr.shake and they can have it. Don't forget okay?"
"Don't worry I won't," he assured me with the same smile on his face,"Thank you."
Then we left.
Here's some more economics: buying a complete stranger a Jr. milkshake is a positive externality. Not only did I feel happy after, but Phillip told me that he felt good even though he wasn't the one who bought the milkshake. I am pretty sure the guy who took the order was happy too. I'll probably never know, but I can bet that the family who was surprised with a prepaid Jr. milkshake was thrilled.
"I am really glad we did that instead of getting a milkshake for ourselves," Phillip shared.
"Me too," I said.
"By the way, that's coming out of your clothes budget," he said.
The End
Phillip and I have an increasing marginal propensity to consume milkshakes. If it is available, it is ours. Yesterday Phillip and I celebrated a "second highest test score in the class" with some well-deserved calorie saturated burgers. A medium Butterfinger milkshake usually accompanies burger and fries; however, yesterday no milkshake was ordered. We ate our burgers without the anticipation of a sweet treat to look forward to.
As we were leaving I looked over to Phillip and said, "Wait, I have to do something." He followed me to the register where we ordered earlier. The same young man who took our original order was waiting there.
"Can we get Jr. shake and can you not make it yet but instead give it to the next family that comes in?"
He looked at me a little confused.
"I just want to give the next family that comes in a jr. shake, is that okay?" I explained again.
"Absolutely," he replied with a smile on his face, "what flavor do you want it to be?"
"Whatever they want."
"We'll if they get Recess or Butterfinger then it costs extra, is why I am asking," he told us.
How could I deprive this family that I will never know or ever meet of the option of getting Butterfinger? I couldn't.
"We'll pay the extra just in case they want Butterfinger," I explained.
"We'll great, that will be $2.84. Do you want me to tell them who it was from?" he said.
"No. No. Just tell them that somebody earlier paid for jr.shake and they can have it. Don't forget okay?"
"Don't worry I won't," he assured me with the same smile on his face,"Thank you."
Then we left.
Here's some more economics: buying a complete stranger a Jr. milkshake is a positive externality. Not only did I feel happy after, but Phillip told me that he felt good even though he wasn't the one who bought the milkshake. I am pretty sure the guy who took the order was happy too. I'll probably never know, but I can bet that the family who was surprised with a prepaid Jr. milkshake was thrilled.
"I am really glad we did that instead of getting a milkshake for ourselves," Phillip shared.
"Me too," I said.
"By the way, that's coming out of your clothes budget," he said.
The End
Sunday
Epiphanies
On August 7, 2008, I to started a blog--solely because the idea came to me at one moment, one day, one year ago. That's all it took.
Another insight came to me about a year ago as well. After 2 semesters full of drawing and sculpture classes and one study abroad in Italy saturated with oil painting, water colors, focaccia bread, and photography I decided to major in business. It was a big change.
Yesterday I decided to change the look of my blog. I decided to change a lot of things yesterday.
More changes to come.
Another insight came to me about a year ago as well. After 2 semesters full of drawing and sculpture classes and one study abroad in Italy saturated with oil painting, water colors, focaccia bread, and photography I decided to major in business. It was a big change.
Yesterday I decided to change the look of my blog. I decided to change a lot of things yesterday.
More changes to come.
Saturday
Stephanie: 1 Grammar Test: 0
Dear Grammar Test:
You were a hindrance to my Saturday and I can never forgive you for that. I entered the testing center at 2:00 p.m. and walked out at 3:40 p.m. Nevertheless, I prevailed against you and your incessant probing. Can you sleep at night knowing that you prey on and pressure the innocent? Forcing me to give in to that chocolate-chocolate-cake sprinkle doughnut as my only outlet. Psh. How do you live with yourself knowing that your only purpose is to pass judgment? Don't answer that.
In the beginning everything between us was simple. Then you became so complex, so compound, so self-centered. You were once so active; now you are passive. It was a 1-way relationship by the end my friend. Here are some things you failed to do:
xoxo
Stephanie
You were a hindrance to my Saturday and I can never forgive you for that. I entered the testing center at 2:00 p.m. and walked out at 3:40 p.m. Nevertheless, I prevailed against you and your incessant probing. Can you sleep at night knowing that you prey on and pressure the innocent? Forcing me to give in to that chocolate-chocolate-cake sprinkle doughnut as my only outlet. Psh. How do you live with yourself knowing that your only purpose is to pass judgment? Don't answer that.
In the beginning everything between us was simple. Then you became so complex, so compound, so self-centered. You were once so active; now you are passive. It was a 1-way relationship by the end my friend. Here are some things you failed to do:
- Give warm feelings
- Have Sympathy
- Show any sign of love whatsoever
- Not give me a headache
xoxo
Stephanie
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