xlovebecomesher: (Nap!)
5 PM Monday; Bathroom

One might scoff at the idea that chairs need support groups. At the very least, his owner sure did. The only reason John even found out about the never before heard about support group was because of the advertisement his owner found in the magazine he was reading. His owner spent a lot of time sitting on him and reading. "Marcie!" he hollered while sitting for the millionth time. "Get a load of this!  Some wackjob out there has created a support group for chairs! What kind of support would a chair need? It's their job to support my butt while I sit down!" He could hear Marcie tittering from the kitchen. His owner got up, threw something inside of him and walked away. Luckily, he left the page in the magazine open to the advertisement and he committed the information to memory:

Are you tired of:
being sat on?
Being taken advantage of?
Kicked?
Crawled on?
Dirtied?


Do you find yourself:
Depressed?
Sad?
Frustrated?
Resentful?


There's help for you!
Come to the first Chair Support Meeting and meet other chairs just like yourself!
Exchange stories, get advice, and relax!
First meeting will be held 5 PM Friday at the Civic Center

He intended to be there; if for nothing else, to save his sanity.

5 PM Friday; Civic Center

John made his way in slowly into the room. He never moved fast unless he was running but that was never a good thing if he was running. There were 4 other various types of chairs standing around in a semi-circle along with one recliner who seemed to be the leader of this group. It seemed awkward to him to see chairs in a room without people sitting on them. Coach, the sofa in his owner's living room, always told him that's because he's oppressed by the people and needs to change his mindset and stop letting people take advantage of him. Actually his words were as he left was, "man, you should stop letting people shit on you!"

He joined the group nervously. Chairs normally didn't like hanging around him depending on the day or smell but he refused to work today in order to prevent any smells. There was a rocking chair, a loveseat, a stool, and a computer chair. It seemed like a good group of chairs to talk to.

"Welcome," the recliner said, stretching himself out. "Make yourself at home for the next hour. Don't worry about people sitting on you here! What happens in this room, stays in this room. You should feel free to speak your mind and not worry about the people. We're going to go around the room and introduce ourselves and tell everyone one thing that bothers you. I'll start. My name is Ricky Recliner and I'm the organizer of this group. I started this because I was tired of feeling alone. People think I have an easy life because I'm a recliner. I'm big, no one messes with me.That's not true though. I hate being a recliner. Everyone expects that when they sit in me, they should be able to recline on me and make me stretch out. What if I don't want to stretch out?"

"Uh, hi," the rocking chair stopped rocking. "My name is Rocko the Rocking Chair. Rocking makes me dizzy but no one cares how I feel. And now, I've gotten in such the habit that it's hard to stop rocking."

The computer chair nodded in agreement. "I have that same problem except rather than rock, people spin me and I get sick. I'm Cora the Computer Chair. I get spun in circles so often by adults, by kids, by the pets and I hate it. Speaking of pets, the cats in my owner's house seem to think I'm a scratching post! I have threads hanging out because of those cats and no one seems to care about how I look! I feel so beat up and ugly! And meanwhile my owners talk about getting rid of me because I look so 'ugly'!" Cora burst into tears. "I try to speak up,"  she sobbed, "but no one hears me."

"I'm Luna Loveseat," the loveseat began but Cora's sobs got increasingly louder and the chairs scooted closer to support her. She tried again. "I'm Luna Loveseat and my problem is everyone forgets about me and never sits on me. They always sit on the sofa!" No one heard her over Cora's tears. "HEY!" she yelled, getting everyone's attention. "I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED!"  Luna looked startled after her yell. "Huh, that felt good to be heard."

"I'm Barry the Bar Stool. I deal with a lot of drunk people at my owner's bar. I hear all their sad, pathetic drunken confessions and then I get puked on. It's not fair! I'm stuck listening to these stories and this is how they treat me? Sometimes, when they make me mad enough, I'll find ways to knock them off their seats. My owner has no idea. He thinks it's because they're too drunk but I'll trip people when they're sober too especially the short people whose feet can't reach the ground and keep kicking me!"

And last but not least, the chairs looked over at him. "Um, I know I'm not the normal chair that comes to mind but my couch friend talked me into coming. He's all about 'power to the chairs' and 'start a revolution' so I'm here."

"Where is he then?" Barry asked.

"Yeah!" Cora cried. "He should be here too!"

"Um, he thinks support groups are stupid." Cora and Barry started to speak up but John interrupted.  "But he thinks it would be good for me because I take a lot of crap and he thinks I need to stand up for myself."

"Well, he's entitled to his opinion," Ricky said, "but I'm glad you're here and you're welcome here anytime. What's your name and your issue?"

"I'm John the Toilet and I think I have it the worst here."

"This isn't a competition!" Luna cried, stomping her leg.

"I wish I wasn't remembered so much!" he retorted. "I'd rather be you! People use me day in and day out and it gets to a point sometimes that I smell so bad that no one wants to be around me! I don't know what to do! True story: sometimes I stop working purposely just so that I can get a break but they keep finding ways to fix me! I can't get a break!" He stopped to catch a breath. "I never told any one that before, you know. Not even Coach."

"It won't leave this room,"  Rocko said and the others agreed. Cora spun around to agree.

"Hey, I get why they like spinning me around! This is fun!" Cora cried happily as she spun around again.

"It seems like you guys have a lot to say. What say, we meet weekly?" Ricky asked. The chairs nodded. "Remember, nothing leaves this room and remember that you are not alone." Ricky passed out his phone number. "I'm normally at home by the phone. That's where my owner leaves me all day. If your owner leaves you by a phone, call me anytime."

As John made his slow trek back home, gripping the number in the seat, he realized for the first time in his life, he really was not alone in the world. And somehow to him, knowing that there were others like him, left him with the most amazing feeling in the world.
xlovebecomesher: (Take Me)

She used to sit in class and stare at the back of his head and wonder what was going in his mind.

It wasn't like it was a spectacular back of the head, just your average back of the head with admittedly gorgeous hair,  but something about him drew her to him. The front of him was even better but she rarely got a good view of him from her spot in the lecture hall. She wondered where he came from, what he had seen of the world, who he knew. She wanted to know it all. Every class, she would tune out the professor and wonder if he would think she was stupid for repeating this class again or if they could be friends regardless. She would watch him and try to imagine conversations that they would have - if they'd be silly and irreverent, serious and thoughtful, or somewhere in between. She even pictured herself being ballsy enough that one class period, she would go and grab a seat next to him and they'd strike up a conversation and she'd say something so witty that he couldn't help but wonder about her the way she did about him. She never did have that kind of nerve though. She stuck to her spot in the lecture hall staring at the back of his head and dreaming of what ifs.

What she didn't know is that he noticed her. Oh, not in class. Sitting in the front row, he never did pay attention to the others around him. However, he'd sit there at the front desk of their dorm doing his work, and watch her as she'd walk in and out of their dorm with her friends smiling and laughing. Her smile captivated him. He'd wonder what it would be like if that smile was directed at him. What did he need to do to make her smile? He'd imagine himself striking up a conversation with her and she'd laugh at one of his jokes and he'd leave such an impression that she couldn't help but think about him the way he thought about her. He couldn't do it though. What if she didn't like his jokes? What if she didn't smile? What if she hated him?  He was relegated to simply sit at his desk job and watch her.

If they had it their way, the two would have have never met and this wouldn't be much of a story.

Luckily though, fate decided to play a role here.

One Saturday night, rather than being out with her friends, she chose to stay in and watch TV and recover from her long week of classes and work. She didn't think much of this moment then but later on would reflect on fate and timing. It so happened that as she was watching her show, she noticed that she never did pick up the package from the front desk that she received a week before. Shrugging her shoulders, she decided to make her way downstairs to the front desk and see what this package was all about.

Meanwhile, he was stuck on Saturday night working the front desk. He had plans to go drinking with his best friend but that had to be put on hold to be able to cover the desk shift. Luckily his friend was understanding and didn't mind waiting for him to finish his desk shift.

As she got to the front desk, there was instant recognition on both if their parts. They stared at each other for a moment wondering what to say, what to do. Do they let the moment pass them? She didn't know about him but she couldn't. She knew instantly if she didn't take that moment to say something, she never would.

"You're the guy in my Psychology of Learning class!" Way to go Captain Obvious!

"I am?"

"Tuesdays and Thursdays?"

"Yeah, that would be me. I didn't know we had a class together." She figured she wasn't that noticeable but having it pointed out to her hurt. He must have caught the expression on her face because he was quick to add, "I wish I had known but I don't tend to pay attention to people in class."

Knowing that made her feel a bit better. "Do you watch Scrubs? I'm in in the middle of watching it right now." She asked inanely. Way to be witty, she thought. Out of all the things I could talk about, it has to about how pathetic that I am that I'm watching Scrubs on Saturday night by myself.

"No, I never did. Is it any good?"

"It is. I'm really into this show right now. You should definitely watch it!" She gave him her package slip and he searched around briefly before spotting the huge envelope and passing it to her. They stood awkwardly staring at each other. "I, uh, guess I should go back upstairs. It was nice talking to you."

"Wait!" he called out as she started to turn away. "What are you doing tonight?"

She smiled and he couldn't help but smile in return. "My friends are out tonight so I'm just chilling and watching Scrubs. Exciting life, eh?"

He had to take a chance. He needed another smile, another moment with her. "I know I don't really know you yet but when I get off work in an hour, do you mind if I come upstairs and watch Scrubs with you? I promise I don't bite!"

She laughed; normally she used that line with her friends. It amazed her that someone like him thought like her.  "That sounds good! My dorm number is 215. Just knock!" She waved as she walked back upstairs before jumping up and down like a little girl. All of a sudden, she couldn't wait to find out what goes on his mind!

He grabbed his phone and sent a text to his friend as soon as she left. "Change of plans. Hope you understand!"

This entry was written for LJ Idol: Season 9. Topic: Open topic. This is based on a true story of how I met my fiance. Yes, I was actually watching Scrubs and struck up a conversation about Scrubs on our first conversation...but we never did watch Scrubs that night, or ever actually. We ended up watching The 5th Element and hanging out until 6 AM with two of our friends. I took liberty with the conversation we had as well as his thoughts - he did though spend 4 months watching me coming in and out of our dorm and couldn't find the nerve to speak to me. This is dedicated to my fiance, aka, the boy who I spent half a semester staring at the back of his head. I'm really lucky that I get to spend the rest of my life figuring out what goes on in that head of his!

xlovebecomesher: (Snoopy Novel)
INTERVIEWER: Good afternoon, everyone.  I'm Mira Monkeyston here with MNN Channel 5 News at 5 here today with the descendants of the famous Monkeying family. For those monkeys not in the know, on June 19,1873, the phrase "more fun than a barrel of monkeys" was coined thanks to Morris and Magdalena Monkeying who were the first monkeys to travel with their children, Miko and Millie, via barrel over Niagara Falls successfully. Since then, the Monkeyking family has established a competition every year to challenge other monkeys to outdo them and have more fun than...well... a barrel of monkeys! Some have succeeded like last year when Maddy Monkeysea and Mitch Monkeydue did a synchronized swim routine in a tub full of kool-aid. Others have failed miserably. I'm here today with Mona and Marco Monkeying, grandchildren of the late Morris and Magdalena. Tell us, how does it feel to be a part of such a legacy? It must be amazing to be part of such a famous family!

MONA MONKEYING: To be honest...

MARCO MONKEYING: As much as we love our family and we're proud of our ancestors...

MONA: We also hate it!

MARCO: Everyone expects so much of us! Oh, just because he's a Monkeying, he's gotta be so much fun to be around!

MONA: And we are fun to be around, we are as much as the next barrel of monkeys. But monkeys expect so much of us. 'Oh, you should be partying every day, hanging off chandeliers, dancing all night, bungee jumping,  flinging bananas...'

MARCO: And let's not forget the poop! Do you know how unhygienic that is? (Both monkeys shudder)

INTERVIEWER: (nods) So are you guys saying that you're not fun?

MONA: Not at all! I mean, we've done everything that we could to live up to our name but we enjoy the quiet life too. For example, I like staying at home and watching Law and Order: Monkey Unit and I like making new banana recipes. Just last week, I made an amazing banana smoothie with kale!

MARCO: Sometimes, I just like to read a good book. I find a good spot in a tree and just chill.

MONA: But no one lets us just...be. We're expected to be the life of the party! The other night, my friends wanted to mud wrestle in a giant barrel! They expected me to start....but can you imagine trying to get mud out of your fur?  I don't mind watching but it takes a lot for my fur to look this good! I got called a partypooper and a monkeyhater among other not so nice names! It hurt my feelings!

MARCO: Just because our ancestors were the original barrel of monkeys, doesn't mean we're all as fun as them but that also doesn't mean that we shouldn't be accepted just the way we are.

INTERVIEWER: (looking confused) I never thought about it that way but that's true. Is that the message you want to send to the young monkeys out there?

MARCO: Yes. (Marco turns to face the camera) Don't feel you have to be somebody you're not just because of your name or because other monkeys expect something of you. Just be your cool monkey self! If you're a quiet monkey who just likes to hang out around other quiet monkeys and eat bananas and talk about monkey news, so be it! If you're a partying type of monkey, go on and party with your bad monkey self! But don't let others expectations that you have to be more fun than a barrel of monkeys stop you from being you!

INTERVIEWER: Well said, Marco! (Mira turns to the camera and the cameramonkey who was signaling frantically to end it there). Well, that's all the time we have this evening. I'm Mira Monkeyston with MNN Channel 5 News at 5, signing off with an interview with Marco and Mona Monkeying that completely did not happen the way I expected (Shakes head and walks away muttering about fluff pieces and one day being on the real world news).
xlovebecomesher: (Bats)

The first rule of wedding planning: you don't talk about wedding planning to just anyone.

Marissa discovered that rule of thumb soon after she was engaged as she attended a holiday party crowded with friends, coworkers and acquaintances that she was familiar with. People swarmed her immediately tugging on her hand to see her ring. As they oohed and aah-ed over her ring, the questions kept coming:

"When are you getting married?"

"Where are you getting married?"

And of course the inevitable, "I'm going to be invited to your wedding, right?"

It was that question that always got her. No, she wasn't going to invite Greta, the 60 some year old secretary, who smelled of mold and talked to her flowers like they were her children on a daily basis. And no, she wasn't going to invite Tawni, her former sorority sister, who spread rumors about her in college. And she definitely wasn't going to invite Billy, her 3rd cousin, who confused her with her sister and half the time tried to flirt with her! It seemed just because she was getting married, people expected her to invite them to her wedding like she was their best friend!

She learned quickly only to invite people that she talked to regularly (that were sane of course) and make sure to only talk about her wedding to those people!

The second rule of wedding planning: pick your bridesmaids wisely.

In high school, when she used to doodle hearts and stars all over her homework assignments with the words "M.T.+ C.H 4eva" (Marissa Turner + Caleb Hobbes, her high school crush who never did go anywhere with his life and now was a father to 6 kids all by different mothers - she knew this from the Maury episode he was on!), she had planned out her bridesmaids. There was Callie and Mollie, her best friends as well as Naomi and Alison from her volleyball team who she just adored, and of course her sisters, Susannah and Alexa because they would kill her otherwise! This was her set list throughout high school and college.

Now, she was 28 years old and of course, Susannah and Alexa were still going to be her bridal party because quite simply, she didn't want to die! And she was still best friends with Callie so there was no question about that. Mollie ended up becoming a drug addict, Naomi moved to Argentina, and Alison and her had a falling out after she walked in on Alison in bed with her ex-boyfriend. There went her bridesmaid list!

Now besides Callie, Susannah, and Alexa, her bridesmaids included Leah, a friend who she met at work as well Sophie and Izzy, her sorority sisters. It's all about who's with you now, she learned.

The final rule of wedding planning, she discovered: after seeing a million and one dresses and meeting with even more vendors, the dresses and numbers and images will blur together until you can't remember if you're coming or going.

She didn't realize until closer to the wedding that all the vendors that she chose as well as the dress she chose: were all the ones she met with or saw last. The first vendors and dresses never stood a chance which was kind of a shame because she vaguely remembered liking the first cake she tried! It was red velvet...or butter cream...or chocolate. Okay, maybe she didn't really remember.  .

The sad thing, Marissa wondered as she stared at the invitations, if in 10 years from now if she were to redo her wedding day all over again, would she end up making the same decisions? Would the same people be invited? Would she still be in touch with Sophie and Izzy and Leah or would she wish the new people in her future life could have been in her bridal party? She knew from talking to Callie that Callie didn't speak to her maid of honor anymore and Alexa didn't talk to half her guest list anymore and it scared her to think she could very well not have the same people in her life.

She realized a new rule at that moment:

The first rule of life: It's all about the here and now.

xlovebecomesher: (Calvin)

"And now to present his work on his new findings about alien life on other planets, I'm pleased to present Dr. Josh Shapiro."

Josh nervously stuck his finger under his tie and tugged as he got up to present. Little known fact about him: as much as his work was his passion, he hated having to get up in front of everyone to speak and discuss his work. He would sweat and twitch and occasionally stutter. It embarrassed him to no end - he was a well known and respected man in his field, and he couldn't even express himself in front of his peers without feeling foolish. He slowly made his way to the podium, feeling everyone's eyes burning into him. Luckily, he made it to the podium without falling on his face. That was one of his biggest fears. He looked out into the crowd, catching a glimpse of his wife's smile. Unlike most times, her smile didn't make him feel any better.

"Hi, I, um, uh, I mean - my name is Dr. Josh Shapiro." He paused, staring down at his notes and speech. All the words seemed to blur together until he couldn't quite make out what he had typed. The crowd waited expectantly as he wiped his face. Could the lights be any brighter?

"I, um, have been working on, discovering what kind of life if any could exist on space. Re..Recently, my team and I have discovered evidence that...that there might be evidence that life could exist....." The words were dancing on the page.

"On...?" Somebody from crowd prompted.

"On Saturn...or at least on Saturn's moon. The moon is named Enceladus."

"And?" Another person prompted from the audience.

"And, what?" He stuttered. "Ummm, there might be a gravitational love triangle that involves Saturn and another moon, Dione that uh might be causing this but we think we have found a lake on Enceladus*."

"Huh?" The crowd wondered in unison.

"Yes, uh...sounds hot right?" He joked awkwardly. The audience started at him confusedly. "Our theory is..." His notes slipped out of his hands and magically disappeared. "Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?"

"Yes, it's hot," someone shouted. "And?"

"So that means take off your clothes!" He yelled as he started ripping off his clothes, The audience gawked as his wife slowly snuck out her iphone to record this.

"Dr. Shapiro! I've never!" The professor who presented him huffed in horror.

"Well, I've never tap danced naked!" He called back as he tap danced on stage now naked.

"You know, you're supposed to imagine us naked when you're up on stage to get you through your speech - not actually get naked!" his wife hollered in laughter as audience tittered in shock.

"This is more fun," he said. "Besides! You want to know how I really know about life on Saturn?"

"Yes!" The audience shouted in frustration.

He slowly shed his skin, revealing his true blue and purple skin of his home planet. "Because I am from Saturn here to take over your planet!" The crowd gasped as blue and purple Saturians invaded the conference hall armed and ready for attack.

Josh woke up all of a sudden, drenched in sweat. He stared around the dark room, noting he was back in his room next to his snoring wife. "I really need to lay off the vodka and twizzlers before bed," he muttered before falling back to sleep.


http://articles.latimes.com/2014/apr/04/science/la-sci-enceladus-water-20140405 is where I took that quote from (as well as the idea of his speech). I just thought was a hysterical line and needed to include that into the story! This story completely is different than what I had planned out so I hope you like!

xlovebecomesher: (Heart on)

If you were to hear me speak, rather than typing, you'd note that for an American, I don't have much of an accent. I don't drawl my words like a southerner, I don't drop my r's like someone who lives in the Northeast, I don't have a midwest twang. I don't even have a true Marylander accent - I can even say wash correctly (ask many Marylanders and they'll tell you they "warsh their clothes in wooter").  In fact, I probably sound like any other typical American besides that I don't pronounce the words "Maryland," "Baltimore," and "County" the way they were meant to be pronounced. I can easily put those three words into one true sentence for you.

"I graduated from the University of Merlin, Bawlmer Counny." (translated: I graduated from the University of Maryland, Baltimore County).

I also believe that the word aunt should be pronounced "awwnt." Otherwise you're saying ant, and my aunt is not an ant! That's neither here nor there.

You probably couldn't tell from my voice alone that I was born in Washington D.C. and raised in Maryland.

You probably also couldn't tell from my voice alone that I'm bilingual. Nothing about my accent would give that away to you.

I was born to Israeli parents and I grew up surrounded with native Hebrew speakers. Little known fact: my first word was in Hebrew and my parents didn't speak English to me until I was 3.  I've spoken Hebrew my entire life and yet, I've never acquired the skill of speaking Hebrew with an Israeli accent. I'm blessed (or cursed) with my typical American accent. Growing up though, I struggled with the intricacies of the English sounds due to my parents. Until I was 10, I couldn't pronounce "birthday" correctly because "th" doesn't exist naturally in Hebrew. I sung "Happy birsday to you!" To this day, when I see a shopping cart, I refer to it as a "carriage." In Hebrew, the word "agala" can refer to a baby carriage or a shopping cart. While nothing about my accent would give anything away, speak to me long enough and you might pick up on hints that I was raised by non-native English speakers.

Interestingly enough, if you were to hear me speak Hebrew and if you're a native Israeli, it's glaring to you that I have an accent. One that probably makes me sound like the dumb American trying to practice basic vocabulary despite my fluency. My accent makes most Israelis rush to reassure me "Oh, don't worry, I can speak English." No true Israeli would sound as atrocious as me speaking the language. Some are quick to laugh at my accent. "Look at the American trying to speak our language, how cute." I get a kick out of proving people wrong because their reactions never fail to amaze me.

"How can you speak Hebrew?" I'm always asked in shock when I open my mouth to converse.  When I explain that my parents are Israeli, the next question undoubtedly is "Have you lived there?" and "How often do you visit?" The shock grows when I inform them that I've never lived there and I've only been to Israel once in my life and that was on a Birthright* trip back in 2006.

But then they'll turn away from me and continue speaking amongst themselves, effectively cutting me out of conversation. Despite my language skills, I'm never truly accepted as one of them. A native speaker who converses as easily and fluently as they do with vocabulary that certainly surpasses mine. I'm never seen as one of them but as an outsider who just happens to speak Hebrew.

They have a term for people like me in Hebrew: "chetzi chetzi" or half and half. This means:  A person with a mixed identity due to growing up with the influence of at least two different cultures, one of them being Israeli. Most days, I love having a mixed identity....

But some days? I wish I had that gorgeous accent and was truly accepted as one of them. Unfortunately, that will continue to be just that...a wish.



*Birthright Israel is a completely free 10 day trip to Israel for Jewish people between the ages of 18-26. I went to Israel for the first time when I was 20 years old.

xlovebecomesher: (Snoopy Novel)
The task: Create an over-complicated machine with multiple chain reactions that is designed to complete a simple job.

The prize: First place – $5,000 cash for each team member.

No one cares about second and third place.

It sounded easier than building a solar powered car or creating a portable levitating machine. Those were the tasks behind door number one and door number two respectively.

Step one: Find the team you believe will lead you to success.

Diana: Nerdy girl with frizzy hair who read romance novels like it was going out of style. Check.
Jill: A blonde, popular girl who couldn’t drink her soda and walk at the same time. Check.
Stephanie: An awkward, acne covered girl who giggled incessantly. Check.
Katie: One hot tempered girl without a kind word for anyone. Check.
Sophie (Elise? Sonia? Rachel? No one knows her name for certain): A quiet girl who blended into the woodwork. Check.

The dream team.

Step two: Find a task for the machine to complete.

For some reason, a team who had not a thing in common, quickly decided to create a machine that would feed fish.

Why fish?

Simple. A cat isn’t going to stay still long enough for a ball to travel through a maze to feed them, mice were scary to look at, and somehow they had the feeling that no one would let them tie a baby to their machine and let them drop a ball of food on them. Judges frown on child abuse. At least fish can’t escape, can’t cry, can’t really do anything besides swim and eat. They even named their team ‘Just Keep Swimming.’ It seemed appropriate.

What they didn’t take into account was fish abuse. Who would? They should have Googled ‘fish abuse.’ It seems PETA had a subcategory on their website to describe the horrors. Escaped fish told their stories little children sticking their grubby hands into their water and evil cats staring into their souls plotting their deaths. Such fish carried their scars for a lifetime and wanted to share their stories to prevent future generations of fish from being hurt.

But they didn’t.

Step three: Build.

Not one of Diana’s romance novels contained an engineer for a hero. They stopped to ponder that idea. Nerdy engineer sex, Stephanie giggled at the idea. Jill spilled her soda multiple times throughout the process. It’s hard to build something and drink diet coke at the same time let alone walk and drink. Forget talking and drinking. It takes more brain cells than Jill had as Katie was quick to point out. That one girl had some genius ideas but everyone forgot about her. They couldn’t even remember her name, let alone listen to her.

Step four: Compete

Amazingly, despite the odds, they built what was to be the most memorable Rube Goldberg machine ever in the history of the contest. 3 feet tall and 3 feet wide, they created a veritable spiraling maze in which was triggered with a simple drop of a ball filled with food. A ball that traveled on a roller coaster of sorts through loops and turns while popping balloons on the way, ringing an alarm, triggering a miniature slot machine, shooting a piece of candy out of a toy cannon, and snapping a photo on a iPhone, before landing in the water and dissolving into a feast for fish. The girls were happy, the fish were happy; everyone was in awe of their creativity. It should have been a win-win situation.

Then the judges came.

They marveled over the construction. Stephanie and No name girl (Mary? Tina?) of the woodwork variety had a handy skill with hammers and nails. Jill, to everyone’s surprise, could make anything look eye catching. It did require putting down the diet coke. Katie was quick to make business cards and t-shirts so that they looked like a team. She wasn’t going to be seen with them otherwise. Diana pored over books that did not involve others happy endings and struggled to understand physics in order to help them create a design that would work for them. Money is a great motivator.

It worked. Of course it would work. They were set for success. The whispers rose in the auditorium that they were guaranteed to win the prize. The girls had their fingers (and toes and eyes and what have you crossed). Diana glanced over and noted all tens on the judge’s rubrics. It seemed all but set in stone.

Until that one judge pulled out his iPhone, an unholy gleam in his eyes…and not to take video of their magnificent piece of work. They didn’t like the look of him from the moment they saw him.

They should have read the rule book, the judge pointed out with a smirk.
Rule# 982.6: No team shall use live animals in their projects.

Rule# 1171.8: No live fish or pictures of fish allowed (as to not risk PETA’s wrath).

To shock of the crowd (and the fish, who for once, did not see this as abuse), they were immediately disqualified. The girls were frozen in their spots silent, their dreams vanished. Someone fainted. Sobs were heard from multiple people. Someone rushed to save the fish and in the process, knocked the bowl over. There was one fish casualty in the process.

First place went to the group who built a toy solar car. Boring.

After reconsideration of the rules in light of the fish casualty, the girls were awarded 3rd place –gift certificate for free ice cream for a year. No one cares about second or third place.

Step five: Try again next year. This time without the fish.

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Disclaimer: No fish were hurt in this process of writing this story. I fully support the plight of fish everywhere.

This was written for LJ Idol Season 9 Week 5: Build a Better Mousetrap. This is a fictional story based on a real life experience in which in 9th grade, my team and I were almost disqualified from a Rube Goldberg contest for creating a contraption that fed fish. We came in 3rd place after reconsideration and won a crappy CD case with the logo of our county on it. No joke.
xlovebecomesher: (Gangsta)
Every week, she wrote the school’s Quote of the Week (or as the school named it “Caring Message”) up on her board. Sometimes, she had the class discuss the Caring Message and enjoyed the conversations with her students. Other times, like today, she liked to leave the quote written on the board and have them analyze it on their own and come back to her at the end of the week with their interpretation.

Jose walked into the classroom with his headphones on listening to music. He glanced up at the board as he liked to do every morning. He would never admit to it but he got a kick out of the quotes. Ms. Malone didn’t know but he saved all of the quotes and spent time thinking about the words when he had a chance at home. This one though, he didn’t get.

“Nobody can ride your back if your back's not bent.” – Martin Luther King Jr.

He pulled his headphones off and stared at the words. “Ms. Malone, I don’t get it! What does he mean?”

“Yeah!” Corinne chimed in. “That sounds kind of weird.”

Gabby raised her hand. “Why would my back be bent? How do I bend my back? This sounds dirty somehow!”

“How can someone ride me?” Charlie spoke up and then stared in confusion as everyone burst into laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it, Charlie.” Ms. Malone wiped a tear from her eye. “I want you all to think about this and when you think you understand the quote, you can let me know for extra credit this week.”

Mark came in and immediately Jose forgot about the words on the board. An hour later, he found himself in trouble along with Mark. Mark had convinced him to distract Charlie so he could steal the toy on his desk. “It’s not my fault!” he cried. “Mark made me do it!”

When Mark told him he should hit Gabby and pull her hair, he did. He wasn't sure why because he liked Gabby  but Mark said he should to get back at her for being a snitch and telling on them about the toy and as Mark's best friend, he had to do so. When he was given lunch detention, he shouted for all to hear: "It's not my fault! Mark made me do it! It was his stupid idea! Why am I getting in trouble? I didn't do it!"

During lunch detention, he made sure to cry out his innocence to anyone who would listen. “It’s not my fault! I didn’t take the stupid toy! I didn't hit her! It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!”

After lunch, Jose came back in to the room and stared at the quote again. He still didn’t get it but something was nagging him about the words on the board. Mark came over to him and started talking to him and the words were immediately forgotten. Again, a half hour later, he found himself in trouble again along with Mark. Mark thought it would be a good idea to crawl under the desks to throw pencils and make fun of the other students and convinced Jose to join him. Jose hadn’t wanted to but Mark had reminded him that as his best friend, Jose had to follow him. “It’s not my fault!” he yelled again as Ms. Malone took him to the office. “I didn’t do it! Mark made me!”

“Just out of curiosity,” Ms. Malone questioned. “If Mark wanted you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

“No, that’s stupid!”

“What if Mark wanted you to try and fly off the roof?”

“I would never do that! I’d get hurt!”

“What if he wanted you to beat up someone for him?”

“Did that person do something to him?”

“No.”

“That’s stupid too! I wouldn’t do that?”

“Then why do you follow Mark and let him get you in trouble?”

“It’s not my fault!” he yelled again.

“No?” She arched her eyebrow.

He slouched down in the chair in the office and didn't respond. That quote was still bothering him and he couldn’t figure why. He was quiet for a few minutes as he thought about it. Several minutes later, he looked up, tears threatening to escape any second.

“I think I get it,” he whispered.

“Hmm?” Ms. Malone looked up.

“That quote…I think I get it.” He stood up. “I thought it was dirty first, like Gabby, but it’s not. No one can make me do things unless I choose to let them, right?” She nodded as he processed his thoughts. “I let Mark convince me that it was a good idea for him to steal the toy and I helped even though I didn’t want to help him. I let Mark tell me things I shouldn’t do and then I get in trouble. Am I right?”

“That’s right.”

Jose put his head down dejectedly. “I’m sorry, Ms. Malone.”

“That was really smart of you to figure out that quote. I’m proud of you for figuring it out. Remember Jose, you’re the only one who should be making decisions for yourself of what’s right and what’s wrong. Your parents and I can help guide you but at the end of the day, you need to choose what’s right and wrong. No one else can get you in trouble or make you do something you don’t want to do.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” He stood up to give Ms. Malone a hug. “Please don’t call my mom?”

“Not a chance, buddy!” She smiled. “I’m sorry but I have to tell her. However, I will tell her about the quote and how you figured out the meaning. At least you also got the extra credit for this week even if this was not the best way to go about it!”

He nodded. It was fair, he figured. Hopefully, his mom wouldn’t be too mad at him. After all, he understood the quote before anyone else! As he walked back to class to pack up, he decided he was going to write down the quote down and hang it up on his wall at home in case he forgot. Next time he was going to be in trouble, he decided with a smirk, he wanted it to be his fault!
xlovebecomesher: (Hug)

Despite all her attempts at setting multiple alarms, Anna still managed to oversleep that morning. She quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face, grabbed the first set of clean clothes she saw, grabbed a cup of coffee, and sped to work, praying she wouldn't be pulled over. Needless to say when she walked into her classroom, an hour late for work, she wasn't pleased. However, her students were happy enough to see her! A little too happy, she thought as she stifled a yawn.

"Ms. Malone! Why did the two penguins hang out?"

She set her computer bag down on her chair and pasted a smile on her face. "Why, Collin?"

"They wanted to duplicate!"

"What?"

"I said," Collin raised his voice louder. "They wanted to duplicate!"

Before she had a chance to formulate a response to that (and what would she even say to a 3rd grader talking about duplicating penguins?), Jose ran up to her. "Ms. Malone, your momma's so ugly that when One Direction saw her, they went the other direction!"

She cracked a semblance of a real smile as she sat down in her chair. "Jose! Gabby isn't going to like that you're making fun of One Direction!"

"I don't!" Gabby whispered to her.

"I know! That's what makes it funny, Ms. M.! Besides I'm making fun of your momma!"

Charlie danced up to her desk. "Knock, knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Claws!"

"Claws who?"

"Santa Claws, that's who!" Charlie held his stomach and roared hysterically as if it were the funniest thing he had ever heard. It would be funny if she hadn't heard that one yesterday...and the day before...and the day before that. Charlie danced back to his seat singing about waffles, pineapples, and coconut llamas. That was Charlie for you.

She put her coffee down as her students brought their reading books over to her desk for their first rotation. As Corinne opened her book, she spoke up. "Hey, Ms. Malone! Did you know if you rearranged the letters in the word 'teacher,' you can make the word cheater?" Corinne pondered this thought for a moment and then smiled. "Does that mean all teachers are cheaters?"

Anna leaned back and suddenly found herself laughing at her students and their pure joy in telling her the jokes they memorized. They may not be the best joke tellers in the world and sometimes she wished her students memorized the rules of the English language as easily as they memorized their jokes but at the end of the day, she wouldn't have it any other way.

xlovebecomesher: (Zooey)
The other day, as I was unpacking my mother's room, I stumbled across a old piece of writing. It was dated November, 1993 and titled "An Addition to My Family." In it, 3rd grade me detailed about how I had recently been a flower girl at my cousins' weddings (which would have been May 30,1993 and September 5, 1993) and how I was so excited that I had new cousins in my family. I even outlined the order of my cousins. 3rd grade me loved naming us in order: Michael, Sandy, Brenda, Charles, Heather, Susan, and Me (3rd grade me might have also been a bit OCD!). I even illustrated my story...quite adorable! My mother started telling me then I should be a writer. This would be her refrain most of my life to this day.

In 6th grade, I had to give a book report. I don't even remember what the book was called or what it was about but it had a cat in it. I chose to present my book report dressed up as the cat...complete with cat ears and a cat tail that I made my friend, Shawna, walk with me to CVS to buy. It might of been my bravest presentation to date. I also wrote a story about an alien hedgehog in 6th grade that I remember being proud of. I did love hedgehogs and porcupines. In 8th grade, I wrote my own autobiography, illustrated and everything. I was going to be a writer one day, I thought proudly.

In high school, I attempted poetry like any other moody teenager. I even had my love poem published in the high school literary magazine so that I could profess my love for the gorgeous senior in my photography class. It didn't work unsurprisingly; however he was kind to me (probably out of pity). I then discovered the world of fan fiction and fell in love with the idea playing with characters and manipulating them to do what I wanted. I created alternate universes for the Days of Our Lives characters, diving into creating my first love stories and sex scenes. Sex scenes written by a 16 year old who had barely been kissed but spent her days reading steamy romance novels made for some fun writing and some awkward reading! I published my writing on EzBoards and FanFiction.net under the mature pen name of PrettyCoolPrincess (seriously) and waited with bated breath for reviews to come pouring in. I made friends, people enjoyed my work, and even for a time, helped to run a fanfiction review website where I anonymously reviewed stories. Those were the days. I was sure I was going to be a writer and people all over would read my novels one day.

Then college came and with that brought a move to Baltimore, new experiences, classes to go to (or skip), friends to make, a sorority to start,  papers to write (or not), and everything in between. I dabbled in writing Harry Potter fanfiction but relegated myself to mostly a reader. I kept a livejournal to keep me sane through everything but the creativity and the enjoyment I found in writing disappeared.  I would try to write and occasionally could churn out a short piece but nothing substantial. The closest thing to a story was my attempt at NaNoWriMo one year a couple of years ago - impressively (at least to myself) even though I never won NaNoWriMo, I churned out 41 pages telling the (incomplete) story of my father and his deportation. Most days though, I was stuck creating plots in my heads for stories untold.

Now, I'm 28. I'm a special education teacher who spends her days writing IEPs, progress reports, emails, papers, livejournal entries, facebook statuses, and Gchat statuses full of quotes from my students, while planning a wedding to a guy I call my Doofuslove, and still spending time with friends and plotting stories and character descriptions in my head and on scrap sheets of papers. I still tell myself that I'm going to be a writer one day. However, the first step in being a writer, I've learned...is actually to write...and writing is not something I do much anymore outside technical writing, academic writing, or journaling. Thus my foray into last season of LJ Idol to rediscover my love of writing and who knows what else along the way. I'm not sure who I am as a writer anymore - I'm not the same girl who illustrated her stories with such joy, the moody poet, or the fanfiction writer who enjoyed playing with her characters but I'm excited to find out exactly who I will be as a writer as time goes on.
xlovebecomesher: (Snoopy Novel)
I've seen this done over the years and I think every time "oh, this would be so much fun to do and it would be a great way to get back into writing." And then I never do it for one reason or another...oh I'll never win or what am I going to write about? Who's going to vote for me? I don't really have time for this. So I forget about it and I think well one day I'll do it or I'll just practice writing on my own.

Sign ups just opened for Season 9, last season. No excuse, Hillary. I always say I want to write...here's my chance.

Thus, I'm officially signing up for LJ Idol!

AHHHHH!
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xlovebecomesher: (Fry and Leela)
I came across this on a blog I follow and I thought it was cute. Gives me a reason to be cute and sappy about my doofus :D

Relationship Meme

Who eats more?

Hmm. I tend to be hungrier more. I wake up and I will automatically think I'm hungry! It feels like forever and a day before he's like I'm hungry too. However, when it gets down to actually eating...it would have to be him.

Who said “I love you” first?

Jon did. I was out in San Diego and a lot drama had occurred the night before and I had woken him up at 4AM EST crying my eyes out. Mind you he had to be at work at 7 AM EST! He stayed up from 4 AM on being with me on the phone as I was crying. I finally crashed around 4 AM PST and woke up around 9 AM PST. Around 12 PST [3 EST] Jon called me to check how I was doing as he was on his way to his second job [at the time he was working two jobs/12 hours a day give or take]. We talked for a bit and then as we were hanging up, he says I love you. I was stunned. I didn't say anything for about a minute or so then mumbled love you too and hung up fast in shock lol.

Who is the morning person?

Neither one of us but he's much better about getting up than I am. It takes awhile to drag my ass out of bed!

Who sings better?

Him by far. I love listening to him sing <3

Who is older?

Jon is 1 year and 4 months older than me.

Who is smarter?

It’s a draw. Jon and I are both highly intelligent, just in different ways. He's much better than I am mathematically and technology wise but I'm much better at writing, history, and geography.

Who has the worst temper?

It's a draw there too. If we get pissy with each other, it's on.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?

In my room he does...in his room, I do.

Who has larger feet?

Jon = size 13 or 14

Hillary = size 6.5

Who has longer hair?

Me by far.

Who is better with the computer?

He is by far. I know basic stuff but beyond that he is pretty awesome.

Who cooks dinner?

He does. He won't let me cook! I don't think he believes I can cook lol.

Who drives when you are together?

He does! He won't let me drive either lmao.

Who pays when you go out to dinner?

Jon, for the most part, although I pay once in a while.

Who is the most stubborn?

It's a draw there because if we think we're right, we stick to it.

Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?

I think more him but I think he does it more to shut me up or to end a fight...I do it more because I'll be like ok, I'm actually wrong.

Who kissed whom first?

Jon kissed me first. We were sitting on my bed talking and he started tickling me and then kissed me.

I find that most of my first kisses with a guy tend to happen after they have tickled me lol.

Who asked whom out?

I'm not too sure to tell you the truth. I guess him? When we first met, he made some kind of reference to wanting to take me on a date...and he was the one who had the away message "so what are we?" However, by the time I actually wanted to go on a date with him and for us to be in a relationship, he didn't want to date me which led to the whole friends with benefits thing and we didn't have a real date until 2 years later lmao.

Who is more sensitive?

Me. I can get teary very easily.

Who is taller?

Jon = 5'9

Hillary = 5′2

Who has more friends?

I do. He had a small number of close friends but he doesn't see them often. I have a bigger group of friends and tend to be out a bit more.

Who has more siblings?

He does. He has a brother and a sister + a brother and sister in law. I have one half sister.

Who has had more sexual partners?

He by far ;)

Where was your first date?

I think it was for dinner and to see Happy Feet lol.

Who is more jealous?

Hmm. Not that I get that jealous but it would be me more than him I would think.

How long did it take to get serious?

LMAO. 2 years or so?

Who is the neat-freak?

Hmm. We're both not neat freaks but I think he's much neater than I am.

Who hogs the bed?

I say he does. He will tell you I do lmao.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?

IHOP!!!!!!!! We do love our IHOP especially if we can get people to go with us. Besides that? Wherever that strikes our fancy.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?

Allentown PA to Niagara Falls, ON, Canada/Toronto, ON, Canada.

Who has the craziest exes?

Hmm. I think he has more exes than I do. And some of them have sounded crazy so I'll go with him lol.

Did you go to the same school?

For college, yes. That's where we met.

Are you from the same home town?

Nope. I'm from Silver Spring, MD right outside of D.C. in lovely suburbia. He grew up in rural Coopersburg, PA right outside of Allentown, PA.

How long have you been together?

Officially? 2.5 years!

What are your middle names?

His is Evan. He hates it. Mine is Dina which I like :)

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?

The distance. We've been in a LDR the whole time we've dated. It's not easy but at the end of the day, there's no one I'd rather be with than him :)
xlovebecomesher: (Dirty Little Secret)
One of my goal's for 2009 that's on my list was to find a new hairstyle. I think I did. Well relatively new at least for me. I think I'm going to try at least for the rest of the year is to keep my hair straight. Why is that relatively new, you ask?

My hair and I have battled each other for years. As a child, my hair and I got along. We were cool with each other and I was very cute. I'm not sure what I did to piss my hair off or if my hair decided to take my last name literally (because enough people have made fun of my last name and deem it very appropriate for me lol) or my hair got involved in the wrong crowd...but my hair was very, very frizzy and being a kid, I had no idea what the hell to do with nor did I really care enough. Well, until the cute black girls with the perfect hair alternated making fun of me and pondering how they could make me over. I have heard every single suggestion in the book and then some. Nonetheless, I wore my hair straight and then it would be frizzy and thick. If I wore it curly then someone always had a comment how it should be straight. I couldn't win. I mostly wore my hair straight though in high school. Then I got to college and there was no one there to straighten my hair for me! I was spoiled for years having Mommy do my hair that I was so lazy to do my own...so all throughout college and even after until like 3 weeks ago, I only wore my hair curly. It's so easy to do ... I'd wash my hair, brush it out, scrunch some gel through it, and then let it air dry! To make my hair straight however takes about an hour sitting with a straightening iron [it straightens my hair much better than the days of a blow dryer - I wish I had known about straightening irons in middle school, it would have made my life easier!]. The only time my hair would be straight was when I'd get a hair cut and get a wash and blow dry or when there was a special event.

When I was up in PA last, Jon asked me to straighten my hair because he hadn't seen my hair straight in awhile and I did. I found that I've forgotten how much I enjoy my hair straight! I love the feeling of my hair and running my fingers through it because it is so soft. I also forgot how long my hair is [it's half way down my back these days]. I feel more comfortable with myself, more sophisticated, more....me. For the past 3 weeks, I've only kept my hair straight and I love it. I get a lot of compliments too hahaha. So that's my new hair goal and style for now ... hopefully I can stick to this and not take the easy way out :D
xlovebecomesher: (Heart on)
Appearances can be deceiving.

I sat there tonight pondering that as I looked at my friend, Debbie.

Debbie is this adorable tiny Filipino girl. She has the looks, the clothes, that perfect body. She's absolutely gorgeous.

I remember she lived on my floor my freshman year of college. I didn't really know her. I actually only remember her living on my floor because I was hanging out with Rachi when I was first getting to know him as well and we stopped in her room for a few.

If you look at her without talking to her, you'd think well she's so gorgeous, she's probably really stuck up too. I know that's what I thought for a long time. I would see her when she'd come and hang out with everyone and I'm thinking, man this girl would never want to talk to me! This girl has to be a bitch!

However, she's probably one of the nicest people I've ever met. She's very relaxed, very chill, and an absolute sweetheart. She's one of the few people I can say that once I really started talking to and getting to know her past her looks, I felt really comfortable with her. As if I've known her forever. I still do feel that way. I don't feel that way often about people. It typically takes me awhile to really warm up to people and not feel awkward. She actually reminded me tonight much of Lina which made me grin inside :) It's funny as I sat there tonight at Brian's house talking to her and Mariel that I'd have never imagined this person talking to me a couple of years ago and thinking what a bitch she probably was. Looks are deciving indeed and for that I'm grateful that I do have a chance to actually get to know her and hopefully even more now that she's living down in D.C. :)
xlovebecomesher: (Kinda Sorta)
Full Metal Jacket is a pretty decent movie. I liked the first half better than the second but all in all a good movie and cuddle worthy if only for the fact that I hate looking at blood and gore lol. It made me realize how much my knowledge of the Vietnam War is lacking though. I need to spend some time with Wiki!

It's been pretty nice to have Jon here even though he has to leave in the AM :(. Jake made a comment the other day that stuck me. I was sitting with him as he ate his dinner and he was asking me his million and one questions about Jon when Kali [his older sister] asked who's Jon? Jake answers for me and says he's her boyfriend...and then goes on to say that Jon is her best friend too! Pretty observant for an 11 year old :D

But he is my best friend. Not that I've not known this but it really hit home for me. Tuesday night my monitor died [though I did not know what exactly it was at the time] and of course the first person I called was Jon to freak out to. I did get annoyed as hell at him for constantly telling me I'll be fine and it's not a big deal because computers die every day. Even hung up on him and called Angel pissed off. However, when I called him back still freaking out, he offered if I really wanted for him to come down and look at it. After contemplating all of my options, I figured okay come down, I want to see you. As Alison put it to me yesterday, I have an amazing boyfriend that's willing to drive down so I won't be left without a computer :) He is amazing despite Jake's sadness that he won't do my laundry for me [he's very fixated on the fact I haven't done laundry in 2 weeks so he figures Jon should do it for me lol]. I got lucky with him :D
xlovebecomesher: (Default)
Sigh I missed a day in the blog-a-thon. Not my fault though! My monitor gave out on me :( I started typing my entry last night and my email to the 6th grade parents about first day of class when my screen blinked and died. After much freaking out calling Jon, Jason, Brian, and Angel, and trying to figure if it was my video card or monitor wondering how to pay for this, Jon offered to come down and figure it out for me (he was going to come down Friday anyways so he came two days early and will stay til Friday lol).

Turns out my monitor was shot so off we went to Best Buy. I now have a 20 inch flat screen. It's really purty except my computer is 6 years old and thus my resolution only goes up to 1024x768. My screen is meant to be 1600x900. It's a bit pixelated. I'm seriously contemplating now buying a new computer when I get my UoP refund check. I also fell in love with a laptop at Best Buy which wasn't too pricy so I will probably buy a laptop too with the money.

1st day of 6th grade went pretty well. I really like my kids - very fun and active :D I did two icebreakers and then Lisa came in to observe so I figured I'd start teaching some Hebrew which wasn't in my plan lol. They're not bad readers at all - plus apparently having a token economy set up in the class is a big motivator LMAO.

I'm going to go cuddle with my doofus and watch Full Metal Jacket :)
xlovebecomesher: (Hope)
I'm so tired. I had a eye doctor appointment at 8:15 this morning so I had to be up by 7:20 but I went to bed at almost 3 AM. It's getting to me now the lack of sleep. That and I'm not used to wearing contacts after not wearing them for 4 months - I have a prescription now though and I still see 20/20 with my contacts and glasses :D

Also went to the gyno today as I mentioned I thought I had a UTI. They're not sure but they think it is - I got antibiotics! I also made an appointment for a pap smear as it's been more than a year. I contemplated going to a clinic for awhile because it would be free or very cheap rather than paying a discounted price at my doctor's. However I love where I go - they are amazing and so friendly that I'm willing to pay the discounted price (I got 50% off today since I do not have health insurance) to have the doctors that I trust. Ooh so I was wearing my Caps jersey today because it was cold out - and I'm anxiously awaiting hockey season to start and talking to the nurse at the office when she tells me she's also a huge Caps fan and her friend sells his season tickets from time to time so she gets them cheap. She gave me her email addy and said she'd hook me up with tickets which would be awesome!

Been thinking about 9/11 all day. It hasn't really sank in that it's been 8 years already. How life flies by...

I remember walking to 4th period psychology with Lina after the Junior class meeting when David Perez approached us freaking out about the news. I didn't believe him because well...he was a pathological liar...and why would anyone attack the WTC? For once in his life when I was wish he was lying, he was actually telling the truth.

Where were you on 9/11 when you found out the news?
xlovebecomesher: (Lost my heart)
The lovely Angel gave me 5 words for me to define what they mean to me.


RELATIONSHIP


Anyone who knows me knows I will fight to keep the people I love in my life. My ex called me a puppy dog once with the way I chase and it's probably true. A good friend of mine once called me her personal bulldog because I will fight for my friends and the ones I love. I don't give up on people unless I'm presented with no other option and if you need me, I will be there in a heartbeat.

My boyfriend is a good example of someone I never gave up on despite everyone and their mother telling me to. For those who don't know, Jon and I did not start out dating. We didn't even get into a relationship until 2 years after we met. He wanted to date me right off the bat meeting me but I had no interest as I had enough guy drama in my life and didn't need more. He didn't take that so well. Actually he blocked me after a week of knowing each other because I didn't want to date him and told me to have a nice life! The blocking through lasted a day LMAO. After sleeping together for a month or so, I wanted more...except this time HE didn't want to date me! Sigh payback is a bitch, eh? We ended up falling into a friends with benefits relationship which would last for more than a year. We went through A LOT of drama while being fuck buddies (the Sara boobies episode which both of us wanted to strangle the other, him fucking Brenna and not telling me, me inviting Jared down to MD and him being pissed at me because I spent his birthday weekend with Jared hehe, working at the library with his other fuck buddy, Heather, and other huge fights).

By all means, we've probably blocked each other G-d knows how many times, fought countless times, I've threatened to bash his head in with volleyballs in our gym class several times...we should not have been talking now let alone dating but we've not gone more than 2 or 3 days in the past 4.5 years without talking! Everyone told me I should give up on him, that he's no good, he's fucking around (which he was back in the day), he doesn't deserve me, etc. But I couldn't. Not because of the sex. But because he made me smile every time I talked to him. He made me happy. He accepted me for me and never ONCE made me feel stupid or like crap if I didn't know something or if I expressed something that I wanted to try in bed. He was (and still is) amazing and I couldn't give up on him even if nothing more were to happen. Apparently it paid off because well we've been dating for almost 2.5 years now and going strong :D


CHANGE

I'm not always the best person to deal with change. I like status quo. Change you can say freaks me out a bit. I don't sweat the small stuff but man does the big stuff get to me at times. I ponder a lot why people change, why people are not in my life anymore when they used to mean the world to me, why my life keeps changing when I least expect it. I feel like just yesterday I was 18. It sometimes stuns me that I'm 24 and pretty much an adult in her mid twenties.

My mom tells me that I cannot worry the way I do about change because you never know when it will happen. It's true. Life can change in a blink of an eye. As they say, and I have to remind myself of the above the quote, and the fact that the only constant in life is change. I am learning slowly but surely how to sit back and embrace change rather than constantly worrying about it because worrying is getting me nowhere.


FUTURE

Fuck if I know what my future is going to be. I used to think it was going to be set. I was going to grow up, go to college, go to grad school, be a psychologist, get married and live happily ever after. What no one tells you as a child is that life is not a set thing. You don't have to decide your life when you choose your major. No one tells you that adults change their minds too and that nothing is set for them either just because they have a career and family. I'm working toward my future right now with grad school and needing to get on my ass to apply for grad schools to further myself. I don't know what's going to happen as much as that drives me insane sometimes not knowing. I don't know if Jon and I are meant to be (although I hope to G-d we are) or what my future career will turn out to be, or where I'll live, etc. What I do know for my future if nothing else is that I want to be happy and fulfilled with my life and the decisions I've made to get to that point. I know that I want to be married, have a career, have child and travel but when that will be I don't know. I know that I'm waiting for my future with open arms and open eyes and I can't wait to see what the future will bring.



DESTINY


The image cracked me up to no end :D

I believe in destiny. How can I not when I look around me. I'll take Jon and I for example and our choices. Let's start with our most basic choice: had he not followed Ann to UMBC or had I chosen Towson or Salisbury over UMBC (and I contemplated Towson a lot), we would have not met. But he did. Still doesn't guarantee a meet. Had I not chosen to live in Susquehanna my sophomore year, I would have not met Ashley which means I would not have met Jon. I did though. Had I not gone to dinner that night with Ashley when she stopped to talk to Jon at the desk, he wouldn't have had the courage to talk to me 2 months later on that fateful night. Had I picked up that package on any other day of the week (which I still find strange that I waited a week to pick up a package from the desk and only noticed it on a Saturday night), I would have had no reason to go downstairs that faithful night...and that night would have never happened thus we might not be who we are today.

Lina and I like to think we were destined to be best friends which we have been since 7th grade. I had met this girl Olesya in gym class halfway through 7th grade (It was the beginning of February). She lived in the building behind mine. We started talking and we both figure well, her best friend just moved to Florida, and I never had anyone really to walk home with (unless you count Erin when she felt like walking with me) ... well why don't we walk together? We walked home that day together and she came over because she was locked out and had to wait for her mom to get home. We hit it off. The next day I met Olesya outside after school and she says, hey you know what...do you mind if we wait for my friend Lina? She lives in then neighborhood and wants to walk home with us. I figure sure, why not, I have no idea who this Lina is (I will find out later that Lina just transferred to Lee halfway through the school year) but I would to meet someone new and make a new friend. The three of us from that day on were inseparable ... well until middle of 8th grade when Olesya and I stopped talking but that didn't stop Lina and I from having a friendship. Had I not met Olesya, had I not walked home with her, had I not agreed to wait for her friend...I would have never met the best friend and one of the best people I know in this world.

Or group of friends from UMBC...good example as well. Had the ex and I not dated... Rachi and I would have never been friends (thus would have never met Debbie either). If I had not been friends with Andrew or the ex, neither Andrew or ex would have followed me to Susquehanna thus Rachi would have had no reason to come visit Sus as much (or at all?). If Rachi and I had not hung out, we would have never met Pham. If Andrew never followed me to Susquehanna, he would have never been Austin's roommate and I never would have met him either.

Basically my thought is maybe it was destiny for the ex and I to meet and date and go through the drama we did because it set me up for something greater: my friendships with everyone else in the group :)

There is a reason for every choice we make even if it's not apparent at that moment.


FORUMS


I started posting on message boards back in 2001 thanks to my discovery of Ezboards. The first board I posted on was a Days of Our Lives fan fiction forum that eventually I became an admin on. I loved that board - spent hours posting my own fics and reading others. The best part of it was the people I met: Robyn, Ali, Megan, Ash, Kristen, Foxy, Fidomom (I can't think of her real name), Stacey, Andrea. I loved not just the feedback I was getting on my fics but meeting people that I would have never met otherwise (Robyn and Stacey lived in Texas, Megan lived in Washington State, Ali in Cali, Kristen in Michigan, Foxy was in Vegas, Andrea in NJ, and Fidomom was a Canadian) (the only ones now I have any idea of where they are now are Robyn, Andrea, and Kristen). I loved especially Robyn who her and I hit it off right off the bat! I loved our IM conversations and getting to know her and everyone. Eventually I branched out of the Days message board scene and into other stuff that Ezboard had to offer and eventually stumbled across Angel and one of her many, many boards she would have over the years! I don't even remember who IMed who first but we struck up a friendship that has lasted to this day. Who says online friendships can't work?! If it weren't for Angel though I wouldn't have my LJ today - go figure.

I love message boards. I love meeting people. I don't post anymore on many forums. I mainly post wherever Angel creates a new board (which if you can't tell is Ecstasy lol). I used to post at Bijoux. Tried TB a long time ago but wasn't crazy about it. I recently started posting at Shan's board Wonderland which I enjoy a lot. It's nice having a place a way from home that I can talk to other people, share my thoughts and read other ideas and opinions. I love forums and simply meeting people that I would never ever have a chance to meet otherwise. it's a great way to make connections and friendships.

If you want 5 words for yourself, let me know and I will give you them:)

"Strange how a single conversation can change you. Or maybe it only seems that way in retrospect. A year passes and you know you feel differently, but you’re not sure what or why or how, so your mind casts back for something that might give that difference shape: a word, a glance, a touch." -Barack Obama
xlovebecomesher: (Joey)
Top Chef has been my newest addiction. It reminds me of a classier version of Hell's Kitchen. I love the fact that there's a couple of locals on the show especially Mike Isabella who is the chef at Zaytinyas in DC ... where Lelia has been wanting to take me now for dinner for the past year or so! I'm really determined now to go there even more. One of the chefs also has a restaurant in Frederick which I want to go to as well :)

Not much happening today. Worked. Acquired some hours for Saturday (working 3-9 chilling with the twins) so I'm working basically since this past Tuesday until next Thursday every day. I need the money though. Besides I have a 3 day weekend next weekend for Rosh Hashanah which makes up for it!

I've been tempted the past few days to message my ex and be like take a hint and leave my friend the fuck alone. He basically has been IMing my friend every day since they ran into each other wanting to talk to him and be friends. I love the fact that karma is biting him in the ass. He told me once that I'd have no friends or no one to love me while he'd have everyone. Karma is a bitch, ain't it? However now it's just getting pathetic since it's been almost a month of him leaving daily IMs for my friend to no response and even I'm starting to feel a bit sorry for him. I've been debating leaving a scathing message for him through my Ahayot account on Facebook (since he blocked me) or leaving a message for his fiancee (who oddly has not blocked me) to tell him to back off. Actually I think it would be more fun to email her and piss her off *snickers*. Maybe I am a horrible person? *shrugs* However, part of me also feels that my friend should handle this however he wants so I'm holding off for now because as much as it's tempting, I don't need to be involved in this. Who knows, now that this entry is open until the end of the month, I would not be surprised if one or both read this LMAO.

Hit up the gym with Romeo for a half hour tonight. I love having a gym buddy. I've been a member of this gym for more than a year now. I've gone more in the past two months than I have the whole time I've been a member now that I have Romeo to go with. He's a fun guy to hang out with - glad we reconnected!

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