admiration

I'm always looking at someone else, wishing that were me. With me, and I'm a perfectionist, nothing's ever good enough. I suppose it's a healthy strive for immaculateness, yet it's disappointing when the goal is always ahead of me and I can't seem to reach it even with both arms stretched out in front of me.

I'm having trouble figuring out what I want. What I can achieve in the immediate future far differs from my expectation for myself. I want to do so much. I want to do too much. Restrictions are not dealt with well. It's a lose-lose situation with that.

I want to turn this blog into something more, and here I am, blogging again as though this is my journal. Blogs are meant for social networking and blogger-reader interaction. I need to fix my ways.

Three hours of sleep and nothing good to eat. This next day will be better, I hope.

I need to make a to-do list, write down great ideas and brainstorm potential theses for my Walt Disney essay. Oh, and remind me to remind myself that I'm only three sleeps away from seeing the boyfriend again. It's not that bad.

a change will come

I saw a homeless guy with a sign that read “Vote Obama, I need the money.” I laughed and went into the restaurant.


In the restaurant I noted that my server had on an “Obama 08″ tie,

By the time the bill came I had decided not to tip the server. Instead I explained to him that I was applying the Obama redistribution of wealth concept. The waiter stood there in disbelief when I told him that I was going to redistribute his tip to someone I deemed more in need of the money, the homeless dude outside.

The server was not happy!

As I left the restaurant, I gave the homeless dude the tip money and told him to thank the server inside as I’ve decided he could use the money more. The homeless guy was grateful.

By now you have realized that the homeless guy was grateful for the money he did not earn, but the waiter was very unhappy that I gave away the money he had earned even although the recipient deserved money more.


So now you can see the actual redistribution of wealth is easier to accept in concept than in practical application!

I read the above on a post my friend Tory made on MySpace. I'm not sure where she read it from, but Google tells me I can find it here and I assume that's the original source.

I'm left speechless.
Despite all things, I'm happy Barack Obama was elected as the 44th President of the United States last night. A change will come.

dave melillo is blessed to death

Three years ago, I met a bunch of people online quasi-through The Academy Is... Hear me out: I was a fan and online networking sites such as LiveJournal were popular. Teenagers who were desperate for friends found each other and I'm still friends with many of these people I was once very close with. In the midst of all that, I began talking to Dave Melillo and his (then) band. Dave is a really cool guy who was signed to Drive-Thru Records and recently toured with Cute Is What We Aim For. He's a great singer-songwriter at the young age of 20.

While in class (right now), I read a few of his blog entries on MySpace and one of them really appealed to me.

I'm a hopeless romantic. And I blame it all on my parents.

They grew up together in the same small town in New Jersey, started dating in 8th grade and somehow made it through 20 something years and 3 kids with a lot of love left in between them. For me, that's a standard I was never able to meet. Ever since I was little I've been trying to recreate something of the sort...I've always been a one woman man, and for most of my (short) life I've been involved in monogamous relationships. I feel like committing yourself fully to one person and one person only is one of the most amazing things you can do for someone else. We were all lucky enough to be given the ability to love, but I feel like exercising that ability with caution and deliberation is completely necessary. You can only give yourself away so many times before you have nothing left give...

I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween.
Mine was better than I imagined.
It felt like Thanksgiving.
There's no one day to be grateful.
Be grateful everyday.