Words

The word "linguistic" always reminds me of the word "linguini." And then I get hungry.

A List

Here is a list of things I want to do before I leave Anderson (I need some help on some of them):

- Get my ears repierced
- Introduce A----- and A------
- Spend a night in the library
- Finally watch Fight Club
- Order at a drive thru from out of the sunroof
- Go out (with a boy, Kathryn, sorry)
- Shoot Anderson's Next Top Model with my girls
- Write one last letter
- Make a video of all my friends
- Give a shout out on the radio
- Submit Personal Universe to Amazing Journeys
- Sneak into the graveyard in the early morning
- Publish one last AU

Obviously, this list is not comprehensive, and if you know of any other fun things to do, let me know!

Hm

You know how they say that no two people have the same set of fingerprints? Well, what about identical twins?

Boo

There are way too many green shirts being worn today. It's like Where's Waldo?

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall

I'm getting more and more frustrated with the world's concept of beauty. I read on a friend of a friend's blog the other day about wishing for a day when her worth wasn't determined by a mirror and a scale. I started wondering if I ever really would have a day when those things didn't play a factor. We have fat days, bad hair days, breakout days, pretty days, drop dead gorgeous days, and that sets the whole mood of the day - which is fine when it's a good day. It gets worse when we start comparing ourselves to each other. The prettier person is obviously the better person. It'll never end; it's really awful. No matter how pretty I make myself, I never be the prettiest. Why do we put our worth in something that will always make us feel worthless?

I can see myself going on for a while; it's been bothering me recently. Unfortunately, I need to return to my papers. I'm running out of ways to procrastinate.

Photography

Ever since getting my new camera, I've been taking pictures like crazy. It's one of my favorite things to do to relax. Except for when the scary people in Anderson - all three of them - start hitting on you.

It's still my favorite. http://community.webshots.com/user/AmyRose86

Art

The greatest art of all tells us the truth.

I hardly feel the artist. I feel like a third-rate hack right now. I feel like those awful people who always talk about being artists but never actually create anything. I am a master collage-ist. I can take what other people have done, hack it up, and rearrange it into something chaotic. Does art really try to create order from the disorder? Do I have any desire to create order? Chaos is much more interesting. Chaos is much more true.

Staying Put

The thing about doing nothing is that you can always romanticize your future. Someday, that will happen to me...

Aww

I was counting on that chick flick to be cheesy, not extremely cute and... yeah...

Heather Martin Talks

Because of the show that's going up next weekend, my life has been controlled by Byrum this past week (about 12 hours in there yesterday alone). As such, I've missed some of my friends who aren't in the theatre department. I've only see Heather at chapel and in class, and I've been so out of it that I'm usually not too good for conversation. But we got started passing notes in Shakespeare yesterday because we were watching a movie, and as we were leaving for class, I looked down on this legal pad that I use for writing and noticed this little question I had scrawled in the corner.

What happens if someone steals your soulmate?

I don't remember what sparked that question. I'm not even sure when I wrote it (I think Christmas break), but I posed the question to Heather, and we started talking about if someone could steal your soulmate and was that person really your soulmate then and would he or she ever realize that they had left you, their soulmate. And then Heather turned her attention to the victim of the theft and asked,

"Will you risk staying alone, perchance you steal someone else's soulmate?"