Observations

#1

I am a picky eater. I acknowledge and accept this, and Jon likes to pester me about it (because he is the extreme opposite of a picky eater).

#1.5

Being in a home where there are usually lots of people for dinner, my mother is still on "cook for the multitudes" mode. She has always been this way, for as long as I remember. This means two things: food in large quantities and leftovers. So, when I try to get food for lunch today, I can't find anything that is just for one person or that isn't a leftover (I don't really like eating leftovers). Sadly, I succumb to the simply convenient ramen in the garage. So much for eating healthier.

#2

Hair salons are awkward places. I can't imagine a job where you are expected to act like everyone's best friend all day. I don't go to hair salons much. I've only gone 4 times in my life, thus far, since my mom cut my hair my entire childhood and my hair doesn't grow very fast. I got into the hair salon and the assistant washing my hair started talking to me like we'd known each other for years, and if you don't make light-hearted conversation with the hair stylist, the silence just gets awkward.

#2.7

I cut my hair for my boyfriend. I know he likes this style, but its still something I'm having to get used to. I've never been good with doing my hair. I'm a wash it and go sort of girl. This makes it hard to cut your hair in a style that requires some management, especially if it isn't for you but for someone else.

#3

My ramen is done.

So Long, See You Tomorrow

It is a very odd feeling coming to the end of something. Thus far in my young life, I've only encountered beginnings. I have not really experienced a true ending. You end elementary school, but the end of elementary school really only means the beginning of middles school, and so and so forth. I guess that my ending today could be considered a beginning as I enter the work force, as everyone likes to put it, but really, it is an official end. Because I do not plan to go to grad school at this point in time, it is the end of school. Period. No more. No more classes, writing essays, listening to boring lectures, homework (omgosh). No more school. Its hard to wrap my mind around this concept. In fact, I have not gotten even close to accomplishing such a feat. For the past 17 years of my life, I've been in school. Its something that I understand, I function within easily, and that I am accustomed to. School is a comfortable nook in life, something that has consumed almost every aspect of it for the most part. And now, its over. Just like that.

I have to keep reminding myself that I have one essay and one final left to complete, yet the fact that today was my last official day of classes cannot escape me. I am looking at the end of schooling. It gives me a funny feeling in my stomach, but that could be because I've only eaten carbs today and the carb high is wearing off and now I'm hungry.

Now its time to start off a new stage in my life that I have previously professed to be inherently excited for. Now, I have to admit, I'm not as excited. The end to school is bittersweet, to say the least. Not that I'm going to miss homework or those pages and pages of reading, but I am going to miss the people, some of the teachers, and the simplicity that school brings. You know what your goal is. Its a clear goal, one that you can easily comprehend and understand. Its not evasive and you know exactly how much work you need to put in to get the desired outcome. Those days are going to be gone. That is something that I am going to miss. I'm also going to miss being in an environment where people are learning all the time. Granted, many college students resist this, but nevertheless you are in an environment where everyone is a sponge to a certain degree. How much they have already soaked up is another question. However, that too will be gone.

I'm hoping to be diligent once I graduate. I have a growing list of things that I told myself I'd do once I graduated, and I hope that stupidity like Bejeweled will get in the way of that. I'm not in a rush, but I am looking forward to not having to come home to more homework. That will be nice. Especially after being stuck in traffic for an hour.

So long, school. I will miss you, even though I know that I will probably enjoy this newfound freedom having graduated. I hope that you continue to prosper to give people as intense of an experience as you have granted in the past.

The End

I am SO proud of my boyfriend, Jon, for passing his portfolio examination and being prepared to graduate this quarter.

With God, all things are possible. And with His strength, we can move mountains.

Arm Hairs and Bra Straps

I have come across the notion that I do not know some of the social conduct surrounding the discussion of bodily functions and body parts and related matters in public. My sister told me of this. "You just don't talk about arm hairs in public!" she told me.

I have been ignorant of this "rule." Perhaps it is because I hang around boys and writers who talk very frankly about such things. I was not aware that talking about how I get this one thick arm hair on my forearm is impolite to talk about. I was not aware that discussing menstrual periods in public was a faux pas. These things happen to a lot of people every day. And arm hair. Its not like pubic hair. It's visible; isn't it alright to talk about?

Whatever my ignorance suggests, I do have one solid thing to say: I disagree. How silly is the social conduct if you cannot talk of something so obviously connecting everyone together? I'm sure that discussing something such as sex or sexual parts is a bit more awkward for people, just because it is personal and embarrassing, but discussing something as simple as arm hair should not be a taboo. Everyone. Has. Arm hair. Everyone! So why can't we talk about it?

I make this daily revelation relevant to two things: Bra Straps and a scene from (500) Days of Summer. Bra straps are interesting things nowadays because half of the population (mostly the older half) believes that visible bra straps are like showing your underwear in public or bearing your butt crack. The other half use bra straps as a fashion statement. It adds that extra strip of color to your shoulders. Or at the very least, you are too lazy to go to the trouble of covering them up when no one really cares anyway.

Similarly, I note the scene from (500) Days of Summer. While I would probably never do this in public or even condone this activity, when Summer yells penis in the park, you can't help but laugh. Its awkward, something that is totally a social taboo, and yet there is charm to it. The simple honesty in the comedic act holds some merit, in my opinion. Not that I want everyone yelling penis in public, but I believe we should all let discussion of natural body parts and body functions go without all of this hullabaloo.

At this point in time, everyone knows bra straps exist. While I particularly would cover up bra straps for the sake of tempting boys, the discussion of bra straps, PMS, or leg hairs between girls should not something forbidden. Likewise, discussing flab or those annoying eyebrows with co-ed audiences shouldn't be either.

This post may reveal the immense influence of my boyfriend, for prior to my relationship with him, I probably would have agreed with my sister. It just bothers me that when I'm talking about arm hairs with a bunch of girls at a youth group, that I am dinged for a faux pas. I'm just being open and honest, and hoping that the discussion of something we probably all deal with will bring us closer together. Is there something so wrong with that?