Food

I like food, but then again, who doesn’t? Yes, I am in a random mood, I started a blog entry about food. The problem is that I am rather hungry right now and I am waiting for dinner to be ready. That, and I remembered a topic that came up in my Economics class yesterday. Paulina was talking about food from some food-place (the name is escaping me right now) because of something that Marisa said. She said what she ordered there to share between her and her sister and our teacher was astonished at the amount of food that they ordered. Funny thing is, I can eat more. It was so funny knowing that he was tripping our over something that I knew that I could beat. I would have said something, but instead, I was quiet. I don’t really like people knowing my amazing story of food. Its so bad, I just ate so much that day. Paulina was there. She remembers this day that I am remembering. That is why I don’t eat a lot around other people. I generally only eat a “normal amount” (which is still kind of a lot for someone my size) because people start tripping out and then I don’t want to eat anymore. I actually think that it’s funny.

Well, I want something to talk about other than food, but I don’t think that I have anything else to talk about. I am just that hungry. It’s quite distracting; I can’t bring my mind to think of too much else besides music and food. I guess that’s alright because music and food is all we need anyway. (That was a joke by the way.)

Tomorrow is the first day of Tiller Days! I think I am going to go tomorrow. This will be the second time that I will have gone to Tustin Tiller Days. I went last year and I hope that I have more fun this year. I am actually quite excited about it. It seemed like it would be really fun. The only problem I had was that I didn’t actually go with anyone so once the guys (Nyne) was done and everyone left I was left on my own. That was my cue to leave. This time, however, I am actually going with a group of people, which is something that I have never done in my life, and I am looking forward to it. Either way, I am getting ahead of myself. I don’t really even know if I am going to be able to go. So, we will have to see.

I never Finished

Dear Garrett Sturdivant,

I like your full name (middle name not included since you never told me what it is), have I ever told you that? I've never heard the last name, and your first name is rare in my life as well. I promised I would write to you didn't I? While you were at bootcamp, and here I am, writing to you. The letter may not be slipped into an envelope and on its way to you at the moment... but it is available to you, and it is to you...

This Blog

This blog feels like a fail blog right now. I feel like we need to actually do something with it, spice it up a little somehow. But of course, this is just me being me, I always want there to be something more than there is, but that’s alright. Eventually we are going to actually do something different to this blog.

There was something that I wanted to talk about, but I just can’t remember what.

Oh yes, you. You, who I will not name. You, who will probably never read this. You, who has confused me to no end for the last while. You, who said things to me and talked to me about certain things that just can’t happen. Yet, you talked about them anyway. You are going to come and visit me this summer, you have promised me that much. But of course, you have decided on the Navy. Why the Navy? I don’t think that you remember, but I do. I remember the day you told me that if I told you not to go to the Navy, you wouldn’t. I told you not to. You told me you wouldn’t. But I don’t think you remember, and I do not want to remind you, because I can’t pretend anymore. You have her and she has you, and I am going to be happy for you for it, because I know that it’s what you would do. And if anything, I should be able to know you as happy right? But still, you confuse me. You talk to me in a way that you always have. But in a way that shouldn’t be, because you have her. You shouldn’t be talking to me that way anymore. It just makes things that much more difficult on this end. And even though I am venting to you, I know that you won’t read this, because I don’t think you know of the existence of this blog. But if you did, then you would know. You shouldn’t be acting the same way.

However, who am I to say anything? Sure I say it, but do I really want it? Or do I want to pretend that it still is the way it was before, even though we both knew that we have our own lives to live? Either way, I do know something. I like the way you talk to me. Even though I shouldn’t. Even though none of this should have happened from the beginning. But I know, that I am still glad it happened. They say that you can never regret something that once made you smile. Well, this still makes me smile, so I guess that it qualifies for the same thing. I remember when I told you that even when I didn’t want to, you always made me smile, and you still do, and I don’t want to. I find that interesting.

I am probably in an unhealthy place, but that’s okay, because even though I say all of this, I know better. I know better than to think that anything we have said can become anything while you are there and I am here. And yet, I am still happy. :)

Xavier

Dear X,

I don’t know how to tell you what I am trying to say. Heck, I don’t even know what I am trying to say. You know, you tell me that it’s not just me, but how do I know you aren’t just saying that to make me feel better? Yes, I second-guess and over think everything. I wonder these things most likely because I don’t believe something like this can happen to me. Then again, thinking about it, I guess even if it was both of us, it can’t. You are out wherever you are and I am here, wherever that is. I try to imagine what it will be like to see you again, but I can’t. When we talk you seem so sure about everything, that it will all be fine, but I don’t feel quite as confident. I worry. I don’t even know what I worry about, but I worry. Looking back on what I wrote, I think I convey a sad tone, but I am not sad. Just confused; then again, what in life isn’t confusing? I am not sure if you will read this, and maybe that’s why I put it on here, but if you do, don’t feel obligated to say anything to me about it. At least you will have read it. I think that I put this here because I am not sure I want to say any of this to you, but if I did, I wouldn’t want it to be at a time where it may seem that I am expecting you to say something, because I don’t. For lack of anything else to say, I guess I will end here.

Nichole :)

P.S. Again re-reading this, I realize that things I say can be understood the wrong way. I mean nothing bad, and I can’t wait to see you again. :)

P.S.S. Sometimes I wonder if you ever think about me at times when we aren't talking, but I don't want to ask you. ;)

P.S.S. I almost hope that you don't read this. It is probably better for the both of us if you end up not reading it.

Fairytales...

are lies. They lead children to believe that things that will never happen will. Sure, all these Disney movies are cute, and fun to watch, but they LIE. From the time that all the young are born, they learn and watch fairytale movies and hear fairytale stories. I may have to go out on a limb and say that it can be worse for girls than it is for boys. They show these little girls that 15 and 16 year olds can see a guy and they will fall in love and get married and they don't even have to say a paragraph's worth of dialogue to one another. (I say 15 and 16 because that's actually how old alot of them are.) It's not right. I see my little girl cousins talking about their "Prince Charming" that is waiting for them to grow up some and know that there is no such thing.

I see them believing these lies and even though I know that this won't happen, I have to play along because "it's nice to llet them have something to believe in" (or so the other females in my family say). Well, in my opinion, the only thing that's going to happen is that one day, they are going to wake up and realize that life just doesn't work that way, and they will be heart broken. They are going to realize that in real life, things don't just work out for you.

What are we teaching our children? Of course, all of these movies are adorable and must-sees, if you know better than to believe them, but how do you avoid children believing in things that just don't happen? It's not easy, but I guess I will have to wait and see...

Capitol Hill : Where Neither Bright nor Brawny Reside

The greatest men in political history were neither the smartest, nor the strongest men this world has ever seen. These men were some of the most clever, and the most cunning though. Those who play hardball in the political world, are the men we saw playing by themselves as children. They were the ones who watched, listened, and learned. They were men who above all things, understood how people work.

Jimmy Carter was a man who watched and understood. He saw that when a man has been knocked off of a high horse, all that is needed to pick him back up is a little bit of encouraging. Carter was also a man clever enough to see that if you help a man back up, he is certain to follow you. Carter utilized the charm of the political world, to convince men to delve even deeper into that world, and most importantly, follow him into it during the 1976 elections. The glamour of the political world, a world where everyone in the nation could possibly love you, and the opportunity to help others into it in the hopes of riding on their coattails.

Whoever works the small jobs behind the scenes on Capitol Hill, has the most power. It is those workers, that men such as Jimmy Carter have laid their foundations on. On Capitol Hill, in the Hardball world of politics that so many are attracted to, the one skill one has to hone and master is people. One must convince others to join their cause, and ensure that they support them; more importantly, continue to support them. It is men such as the manager of phones who anyone playing hardball wishes to have on their side. Everyone on Capitol Hill is a pawn, including the men who might seem like kings. Those who succeed on the Hill are those who learn to use all the other pawns to their advantage, thus becoming a player.

A clever player of any game will always use is weaknesses to the best of his ability. Such a clever player turns his flaws into the weapons he uses. A player on Capitol Hill must ensure that his pawns never discover that in truth they are just that, pawns. A tool to ensure that pawns stay pawns, is to never show that the player is weak. Barbara A. Mikulski fought her way to the senate with her clever wit. She used her wit to arm herself with what has held so many others back, her height. Rather then hiding her weakness, she exposed herself to the world, and they accepted her exactly as she was, all four feet and eleven inches. She controlled what her audience saw and interpreted, never showing that she could be taken down.

To listen, learn, and understand is what it takes to play hardball. To make it in such a charmed world, one cannot let themselves be drawn in. They must play the game but not be in the game. The smartest, and strongest men don’t reside on capitol hill, these men avoid it if anything. It is those who are witty, and cunning, who truly thrive.

I pretend that I'm confident... because I'm afraid.

I pretend to be loud... because I'm afraid what they'll ask if I'm quiet.

I pretend to be strong... because in truth i'm pitifully weak.

I pretend to know what i'm doing... because I honestly have no clue what to do.

I pretend to be so much... because I'm afraid that you won't love me. ♥