Celebrate the Environment: Go Green This Holiday Season without Going in the Red
Release date: 11/26/2008
Contact Information: Contact: Latisha Petteway, (202) 564-4355 / petteway.latisha@epa.gov
(Washington, D.C. – Nov. 26, 2008) You can help others this holiday season without breaking your budget. From planning your holiday meals so there aren’t excess leftovers to donating unwanted electronics to local charities, there are many ways you can save money and protect the environment.
The holidays present opportunities to reduce waste, reuse items, and recycle products instead of disposing of them. Here are a few ways that you can practice the three “R’s” to make this a green holiday season:
Share the good tidings: Make room for new gadgets by donating your unwanted electronics. Used electronics that are still operating can be given to community groups, local schools, or nonprofit organizations. Some donations may qualify for a tax deduction.
Shop smart: Carry a reusable tote when out shopping. Look for gifts made with recycled material and that have less packaging. Buy green electronic products.
Look for opportunities to extend the life of old items: Why spring for a new family computer when you can upgrade your existing one? Borrow or rent certain party goods instead of purchasing new ones. If you are preparing for the upcoming digital TV transition, extend the life of your current TV by purchasing a converter box.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
the bomb diggity
The only channel we are allowed to watch at work is CNN. But we can't talk about politics at all. Whatever. Neither here nor there.
But when I want to rest my feet I watch and learn about the economy and peace and war and presidents and cyber-suicides and the law.
Now, at odd times, I look around me and imagine it all being gone in the split second that an atomic bomb is dropped on my world. Gone. Ka-boom. It could happen, it has happened, history repeats itself, it will happen again.
The News instills fear. Good or bad?
But when I want to rest my feet I watch and learn about the economy and peace and war and presidents and cyber-suicides and the law.
Now, at odd times, I look around me and imagine it all being gone in the split second that an atomic bomb is dropped on my world. Gone. Ka-boom. It could happen, it has happened, history repeats itself, it will happen again.
The News instills fear. Good or bad?
pay a price
I'm sure everyone's heard about the temporary employee that was trampled to death at Wal-mart on Friday.
Kudos. Strengthening the American image, one unnecessary consumer-driver incident at a time.
Kudos. Strengthening the American image, one unnecessary consumer-driver incident at a time.
holiday truths, (think but don't say)
Thanksgiving at my grandmother's. Rich, single uncle with not just one but two condos downtown. Looks and sounds a lot the way I remember my grandfather. Truck driver uncle with dog named Harley, and a bike with the same name, and an American flag tattoo. X-doing ex-convict cousin who still talks like he is in jail. Mother mother, who argues to argues but makes a mean pumpkin pie, why don't mine ever turn out quite as good? String bean jean sister, boy-crazy and 5'8" at 12. Mashing potatoes with grandma.
Christmas is coming up soon, she says, you kids should save your money, don't spend it, because soon Obama is going to start taking it all away.
Okay, Grams, I don't think that's quite how it works, but okay.
Sometimes I forget that you're quite conservative and slightly racist, if I didn't love you so much I probably wouldn't like you. I don't really tend to agree with anything that comes out of your mouth, but I still think you're class. Family is like that a lot.
I thought about Kyle. No one mentions you, though. We can't talk about you. I miss you. I hope jail doesn't make you more bitter than you were before.
Christmas is coming up soon, she says, you kids should save your money, don't spend it, because soon Obama is going to start taking it all away.
Okay, Grams, I don't think that's quite how it works, but okay.
Sometimes I forget that you're quite conservative and slightly racist, if I didn't love you so much I probably wouldn't like you. I don't really tend to agree with anything that comes out of your mouth, but I still think you're class. Family is like that a lot.
I thought about Kyle. No one mentions you, though. We can't talk about you. I miss you. I hope jail doesn't make you more bitter than you were before.
trippy
Today I was hanging out at Jordan's, one of his friends who I had never met starting telling everyone about his 15-hour acid trip. I was kind of interested to hear what it was like, but once his story was through, I did not see the desire to do acid, and he did not convince me that his exhaustion the next day was worth it.
In other news, I played Legos tonight. I made an army of Lego men. No women. Men. And a dragon. Apparently they are pretty valuable, my mom traded someone my brother's entire collection for a lawnmower.
In other news, I played Legos tonight. I made an army of Lego men. No women. Men. And a dragon. Apparently they are pretty valuable, my mom traded someone my brother's entire collection for a lawnmower.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
TOFURKEY
Not too excited for Thanksgiving, don't really get a break besides Thursday, have to be back to work Friday, won't be eating Turkey, maybe I'll make some tofurkey.
THANKS, give it get it got it.
THANKS, give it get it got it.
Monday, November 24, 2008
through my imagination, you can explore yours
Tomorrow I will be giving a presentation entitled, "Peace and Reconciliation in Northern Ireland: A Student/Faculty Retrospective" about the ongoing peace process in Northern Ireland. We were the first student group to ever visit. In fact, in 1972, the first year an Aquinas student group visited was the same year as Bloody Sunday, which is what my part of the presentation will be about. Hopefully I won't fuck it up, but we put a lot of work into it and feel passionately about it so I think it will turn out okay.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
response #7: confirmation
Response # 7: Confirmation
After much deliberation, Jessie and I decided to attend Confirmation at the Tully Cross church. The day was April 2nd-- it was the middle of the week, and the service was at 1:00 in the afternoon. There were plenty of reasons not to go: I had a cold, we had a literature response due that night, Jessie is Protestant, to name a few.
We immediately felt out of place, because it was obviously a family affair. We had at least been warned by our friend Mark to dress up, so we had that going for us. The priest directed us to the balcony because the place was pretty jam-packed. The balcony was shady-- I felt as though we had been shunned there. There were only two pews that were accessible, the others were stacked disorderly in the alcove.
The mass began on time, which was a small shock to me. In my experience, Irish time is never on time. The bishop was there, dressed in red, and I had unknowingly worn a red shirt, so we matched! Throughout the mass there was music, which there usually is not in a normal mass. Gaelic was also interspersed throughout. The "Our Father" was recited in Gaelic, and because I don't know any Gaelic I was unable to partake. This added to the uncomfortable, outcast feeling that was growing in my stomach.
After the anointing with the oil and the receiving of the Holy Spirit, the Bishop asked all of the children if they would like to take a vow abstaining from alcohol and drug usage. The children were asked to say a prayer silently to themselves if they chose to take the vow for however long they decided. It was individual choice whether or not the vow was taken seriously. Afterward, speaking with the children in my class at Eagle's Nest, they told me they had all taken the vow for as long as ten years and as short as twenty minutes.
I was amazed by the out turn of the community. Religion is taken very seriously, which was evident by the community and family support. The religion teacher of in each local school was the principal of each school. The importance of religion is so enforced by all institutions. It is incorporated into all social aspects.
Because I am Catholic, I was confirmed at the age of 14. There was 3 years difference between the Irish students being confirmed and the age I was. It was interesting to see how even in the same religion, traditions vary.
After mass had ended, Jessie and I walked down to the credit union for sandwiches, scones, and tea. It had taken many church women to prepare the amount of food set out on the buffet-style tables. There were few there when we arrived, but sure enough, after I'd finished my first egg-salad sandwich, the number of people had greatly increased and continued to do so. Jessie and I had chosen seats against the wall near the start of the foodline so we could not be missed. I saw several students from Eagle's Nest, but they did little to acknowledge me and even more to avoid me. It may have been paranoia, but we were definitely out of place and left shortly after consuming more scones and sandwich triangles (free food!). Their deliciousness made up for the extreme awkwardness.
Later that day, after class, Cottage 8 went to the pub. As Tommy Sammon had foretold, it was very busy. Any excuse to drink, religious events no exception. Especially religious events. At the Renvyle, I crossed paths with Matthew, one of two redheads in my class at Eagle's Nest. I offered my congratulations and he offered me the sum of money he had received as compensation for this oh-so-holy day. Sadly, I only wished he had offered me the hefty amount of money his relatives showered him with. Instead, he told me all of the purchases he planned to make: a Nintendo Wii and Playstation controllers among them. I guess it pays to have large families as the Irish do-- literally. I offered him my last euro if he would buy a Bible, but he repeatedly declined, much to my relief. I am not rolling in the dough and have no Confirmation or other Holy Sacrament coming up in the near future, although it would be nice and help me to pay off my loans.
In the end, I didn't have the courage or heart to pickpocket an 11-year-old, so I resorted to drinking half-drank drinks people had left behind and then sullenly returned to my cold cottage where there was no Nintendo Wii to greet me. Realistically, I think the money detracts from the whole religious experiences. It devalues the day; kids are focused more on monetary gifts and not on the importance of the sacrament. But, who am I to judge? Only observe with mild contempt and jealousy.
After much deliberation, Jessie and I decided to attend Confirmation at the Tully Cross church. The day was April 2nd-- it was the middle of the week, and the service was at 1:00 in the afternoon. There were plenty of reasons not to go: I had a cold, we had a literature response due that night, Jessie is Protestant, to name a few.
We immediately felt out of place, because it was obviously a family affair. We had at least been warned by our friend Mark to dress up, so we had that going for us. The priest directed us to the balcony because the place was pretty jam-packed. The balcony was shady-- I felt as though we had been shunned there. There were only two pews that were accessible, the others were stacked disorderly in the alcove.
The mass began on time, which was a small shock to me. In my experience, Irish time is never on time. The bishop was there, dressed in red, and I had unknowingly worn a red shirt, so we matched! Throughout the mass there was music, which there usually is not in a normal mass. Gaelic was also interspersed throughout. The "Our Father" was recited in Gaelic, and because I don't know any Gaelic I was unable to partake. This added to the uncomfortable, outcast feeling that was growing in my stomach.
After the anointing with the oil and the receiving of the Holy Spirit, the Bishop asked all of the children if they would like to take a vow abstaining from alcohol and drug usage. The children were asked to say a prayer silently to themselves if they chose to take the vow for however long they decided. It was individual choice whether or not the vow was taken seriously. Afterward, speaking with the children in my class at Eagle's Nest, they told me they had all taken the vow for as long as ten years and as short as twenty minutes.
I was amazed by the out turn of the community. Religion is taken very seriously, which was evident by the community and family support. The religion teacher of in each local school was the principal of each school. The importance of religion is so enforced by all institutions. It is incorporated into all social aspects.
Because I am Catholic, I was confirmed at the age of 14. There was 3 years difference between the Irish students being confirmed and the age I was. It was interesting to see how even in the same religion, traditions vary.
After mass had ended, Jessie and I walked down to the credit union for sandwiches, scones, and tea. It had taken many church women to prepare the amount of food set out on the buffet-style tables. There were few there when we arrived, but sure enough, after I'd finished my first egg-salad sandwich, the number of people had greatly increased and continued to do so. Jessie and I had chosen seats against the wall near the start of the foodline so we could not be missed. I saw several students from Eagle's Nest, but they did little to acknowledge me and even more to avoid me. It may have been paranoia, but we were definitely out of place and left shortly after consuming more scones and sandwich triangles (free food!). Their deliciousness made up for the extreme awkwardness.
Later that day, after class, Cottage 8 went to the pub. As Tommy Sammon had foretold, it was very busy. Any excuse to drink, religious events no exception. Especially religious events. At the Renvyle, I crossed paths with Matthew, one of two redheads in my class at Eagle's Nest. I offered my congratulations and he offered me the sum of money he had received as compensation for this oh-so-holy day. Sadly, I only wished he had offered me the hefty amount of money his relatives showered him with. Instead, he told me all of the purchases he planned to make: a Nintendo Wii and Playstation controllers among them. I guess it pays to have large families as the Irish do-- literally. I offered him my last euro if he would buy a Bible, but he repeatedly declined, much to my relief. I am not rolling in the dough and have no Confirmation or other Holy Sacrament coming up in the near future, although it would be nice and help me to pay off my loans.
In the end, I didn't have the courage or heart to pickpocket an 11-year-old, so I resorted to drinking half-drank drinks people had left behind and then sullenly returned to my cold cottage where there was no Nintendo Wii to greet me. Realistically, I think the money detracts from the whole religious experiences. It devalues the day; kids are focused more on monetary gifts and not on the importance of the sacrament. But, who am I to judge? Only observe with mild contempt and jealousy.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
fly like an eagle, back in time
A lot of times in British Romantic Lit, I think it's kind of a waste of time. In general, I don't get why it's so important to study writers from the past. Will it make me a better writer? Most of the time it makes me feel like I will never amount to anything, will never be as good.
But then, I was preparing for a presentation I will be a part of on Tuesday about a trip to Northern Ireland I took last January. My mom dropped off my journals I had written shortly afterward, along with all of my notes and school work from my semester in Ireland.
I got to re-reading all of my old journals, from first quad, second quad, as well as my teaching journals. It really brought me back to my time there. I remember all of the kids, playing games on the playground, working with them, the dancing, and most of all the happiness they brought me.
If there's anything I've learned from the Romantics, it's about the power of imagination. I feel like imagination is something everyone has, but no one really thinks about. Imagination gave me a free trip back to Ireland, back in time. And it brought me happiness.
But then, I was preparing for a presentation I will be a part of on Tuesday about a trip to Northern Ireland I took last January. My mom dropped off my journals I had written shortly afterward, along with all of my notes and school work from my semester in Ireland.
I got to re-reading all of my old journals, from first quad, second quad, as well as my teaching journals. It really brought me back to my time there. I remember all of the kids, playing games on the playground, working with them, the dancing, and most of all the happiness they brought me.
If there's anything I've learned from the Romantics, it's about the power of imagination. I feel like imagination is something everyone has, but no one really thinks about. Imagination gave me a free trip back to Ireland, back in time. And it brought me happiness.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
happenin' nappin'
There are not enough naps in my life. Maybe that is why I am not happy.
haaaaa. Just kidding. I'm generally happy. Today I am just tired and out of sorts, nothing that can't be fixed with a little r&r. When this will come, I'm not sure. Always something to do somewhere to go someone to see someone to be.
haaaaa. Just kidding. I'm generally happy. Today I am just tired and out of sorts, nothing that can't be fixed with a little r&r. When this will come, I'm not sure. Always something to do somewhere to go someone to see someone to be.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
chesley
I'm not sure if anyone has had Chesley for anything, but he is hilarious. Currently, we are reading Pride and Prejudice, which is, according to him, the BEST NOVEL IN THE HISTORY OF NOVELS.
So today, someone brought up the movie version starring Keira Knightly as Elizabeth Bennet. He did not like this so much.
"Keira Knightly looks like she needs an IV so she will not die on the spot."
Maybe it sounded funnier in his voice, which can at times be high-pitched for a man, especially when he is passionate about something as he is about Pride and Prejudice.
This is his modern interpretation of the idea of marriage in the novel.
"No I will not marry you because your uncle has done time for grand theft auto."
This kind of got me thinking about marriage. We are so free today to do what we want, compared to the 19th century. You couldn't just marry who you wanted when you wanted. Marriage was a game of chance.
So today, someone brought up the movie version starring Keira Knightly as Elizabeth Bennet. He did not like this so much.
"Keira Knightly looks like she needs an IV so she will not die on the spot."
Maybe it sounded funnier in his voice, which can at times be high-pitched for a man, especially when he is passionate about something as he is about Pride and Prejudice.
This is his modern interpretation of the idea of marriage in the novel.
"No I will not marry you because your uncle has done time for grand theft auto."
This kind of got me thinking about marriage. We are so free today to do what we want, compared to the 19th century. You couldn't just marry who you wanted when you wanted. Marriage was a game of chance.
Monday, November 17, 2008
whatever works
I have a part-time job, and yet upon examining my paycheck I realize, I work for the government, I work for the unemployed. I work for the war, I pave the roads and I fill the potholes. I put out the fires that I start, I work to keep the peace, police, love, and quiet. I work for all of these things because they work for me.
But what if they don't? Well, they still get paid.
But what if they don't? Well, they still get paid.
power, cat power
Free when I shouldnt've been and now that I am don't want to be.
This has got to stop.
This has got to stop.
complaisance
At least all I have to worry about is a boring life and not too much about survival beyond the basic needs. Eat Sleep Home, repeat. No Guns Genocide Starvation Wild animals. I have a roof over my head and a stable environment for the most part, which is more than a lot can say. Who am I to complain about two tests in the morning? I can afford higher education, if it's worth it is another question. I have a comfortable bed to sleep in and food in the pantry and don't have to worry about surviving the cold or food in my belly.
I am well off. Enough's enough.
I am well off. Enough's enough.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I <3 the u.s.a
I've been contemplating politics more than usual, what with the election and all. I think this year in particular voting in the presidental election was quite romanticised by the media, and that's a pretty tough thing to ignore or stand up to. A good friend didn't vote because she doesn't believe in it. I did, but I'm not sure why. Did I feel like it was my civic duty? The rest of the years I have done nothing and will probably not vote until the next presidential election, so no.
Politics always confuse me. I have never been an activist, I am much more introverted. The Romantic view of government is that revolution and change can not be done politically. It is the job of the artists to change people's minds and therefore change the world. This is done through
this is an incomplete thought.
Politics always confuse me. I have never been an activist, I am much more introverted. The Romantic view of government is that revolution and change can not be done politically. It is the job of the artists to change people's minds and therefore change the world. This is done through
this is an incomplete thought.
nature-al
nature plus thought equals purified feeling.
it's there for a reason, right?
when's the last time any of us has really looked at nature? I feel like it's almost impossible to do these days without seeing something that's not a part of nature IN nature, like a sign or litter or a road or another person. that's right, I said it, we're not even natural anymore. so far removed, so much forgotten.
it's there for a reason, right?
when's the last time any of us has really looked at nature? I feel like it's almost impossible to do these days without seeing something that's not a part of nature IN nature, like a sign or litter or a road or another person. that's right, I said it, we're not even natural anymore. so far removed, so much forgotten.
good way to look at it
(Winter is coming)
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
little person, big planet
Today was the first day I finally felt like myself, in a really long time. I got a good grade on a paper understood grammar a great lunch of stirfry hummus cottage cheese at wege with two great friends and laughter new headphones and cd as reward wandering around uncrowded mall aimlessly for awhile by myself because I could and that's what I wanted to do scarf around the neck and a trip home with baby brother to spaghetti leftovers and a short nap with Pokey dog then watching reality t.v. with Mom because it's what she wanted so it's what I wanted reading laundry relax and then to GR again.
Today I felt in my element again. Minus cold feet. Literally.
What makes you happy? or, content. Content is the feeling I'm really looking for.
Today I felt in my element again. Minus cold feet. Literally.
What makes you happy? or, content. Content is the feeling I'm really looking for.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
my mind wanders and breaks
French Toast, love boasts, champagnes toasts, love boats, touch and go, eenie meenie miny mo, hustle and flow, catch and release, summer breeze, bees knees, kublai khan,vince vaughn, my mom, magic hat, maniac mcgee.
I'm watching the future come. The snow's sticking and that means winter and all of its accessories are going to be here. And again I think about last winter and winter's past and it's a crazy feeling to think of what I've lived and what I've got to live for.
Yesterday I had an extremely long yet inconclusive conversation with someone. It's one of those thing that I don't really know what to think about, I'm not happy but I'm not mad, not satisfied or dissatisfied.
You know you've been watching too much Sex in the City when you start using words like, "fabulous" as part of your every day speak. You know you hang out with your best friend too much when people consistently tell you that the two of you are the same person. You know that there is no such thing as too much.
Yesterday a giant man in his early 40's came into my work. He was very friendly and thought I was funny, which doesn't happen often, so I obviously liked him. He gave me a $12 tip, which made up half of our tips for the day. He also gave me a piece of Bazooka Bubble Gum. Don't worry, I asked him if it was poisonous before taking it. I also gave him a free brownie. If he had asked me for my phone number, I would have probably given it to him.
It's sad how lazy I am these days. Our fridge is bare, and I have no motivation to make food for myself, partly because the kitchen is so far away from my bedroom and mostly because I don't know how. I eat out but can't afford to. I check facebook and blog and watch youtube videos instead of doing homework or something more valuable with my time like reading a book or expanding my mind. I'm sorry, mom and dad and God if you exist, I hope you don't regret my creation or think I'm a waste of space.
I'm watching the future come. The snow's sticking and that means winter and all of its accessories are going to be here. And again I think about last winter and winter's past and it's a crazy feeling to think of what I've lived and what I've got to live for.
Yesterday I had an extremely long yet inconclusive conversation with someone. It's one of those thing that I don't really know what to think about, I'm not happy but I'm not mad, not satisfied or dissatisfied.
You know you've been watching too much Sex in the City when you start using words like, "fabulous" as part of your every day speak. You know you hang out with your best friend too much when people consistently tell you that the two of you are the same person. You know that there is no such thing as too much.
Yesterday a giant man in his early 40's came into my work. He was very friendly and thought I was funny, which doesn't happen often, so I obviously liked him. He gave me a $12 tip, which made up half of our tips for the day. He also gave me a piece of Bazooka Bubble Gum. Don't worry, I asked him if it was poisonous before taking it. I also gave him a free brownie. If he had asked me for my phone number, I would have probably given it to him.
It's sad how lazy I am these days. Our fridge is bare, and I have no motivation to make food for myself, partly because the kitchen is so far away from my bedroom and mostly because I don't know how. I eat out but can't afford to. I check facebook and blog and watch youtube videos instead of doing homework or something more valuable with my time like reading a book or expanding my mind. I'm sorry, mom and dad and God if you exist, I hope you don't regret my creation or think I'm a waste of space.
baptism
It's a great feeling when you finally step into the shower after a few days going without. All the dirt and work and mistakes from the past 2 or 3 or 4 days is washed off, and you're clean. It's a very calming experience.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
don't step on a crack
I need to stop talking about people to other people. It always gets back to them and they'll end up punching you repeatedly in the arm... or worse.
Friday, November 7, 2008
my neck, my back
My neck and back and hand hurt. I have been reading, writing, studying for the past two days straight. Oh, stop complaining, I know I know. I just don't know if this school thing is for me anymore. I can't seem to bring myself to do work in advance so that I stress and actually do a good job. I don't know if I can do the school thing. I don't want to study to be able to create.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
what's my name again?
Sometimes I think about how funny it is that a lot of the names we call things (products and the like) are not the correct name for them. For instance, one specific brand of toaster pastries is pop tarts, but we tend to call all brands pop tarts. Similarly, when I am at work, people frequently order a frappuccino, but that is the starbucks name for what we call a big chill. Kleenex is a brand of facial tissue, there are thousands more that are part of our everyday speak. It's amazing the influence brands have over our lives.
i enjoy a good party
Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy a good party. However, when it comes to political parties, I do not believe in the two party system.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Jane Austen
Jane Austen is the all-knowing narrator of Pride and Prejudice. Similarly, I am the all-knowing narrator of my life in this blog. However, unlike Jane Austen, I am not always as honest as she is.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
paper planes, paper cranes
According to the Catholic calender year, today was All Soul's Day. This meant that not only was the mass dedicated to the memory of those throughout the year, but an added decoration to the church. A mobile made of paper cranes of various colors and sizes hung in above the altar. A note in the bulletin read, "Each of the paper cranes is crafted in the Japanese art oragami. In Japanese tradition the number 1000 signifies 'fullness' or 'eternity.' The paper cranes bear the name of a parishioner buried." I was instantly reminded of reading Sadako and the 1000 Paper Cranes
It's amazing how something so beautiful can be created out of something so simple.
Early last week in my business class we had an air plane making competition to demonstrate something or another that was relative to what we were studying in class. It also required teamwork, so we got to learn about that as well.
It's amazing that an inanimate object can fly but I cannot. I'd like to fly.
It's amazing how something so beautiful can be created out of something so simple.
Early last week in my business class we had an air plane making competition to demonstrate something or another that was relative to what we were studying in class. It also required teamwork, so we got to learn about that as well.
It's amazing that an inanimate object can fly but I cannot. I'd like to fly.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
time to pretend
Halloween is a time for people to become something they're not. And that's cool. It's a fantasy thing, a fun dress up thing. The costumes I like best are the ones that show some sort of creativity, homemade, thrown together type thing. Not store-bought. This year, I think I may have been the only one who dressed as myself on Halloween. You may or may not be familiar with the MTV show Daria which aired in the 1990s. I have been told countless times that Daria and I have similar personalities. This may or may not be a compliment, I don't really care. But, for Halloween I threw on some round glasses, a pair of my roommate's combat boots, and a bulky green sweater. I was Daria. And the best part was, I didn't have to spend one penny. Next year, though, I really want to be a dinosaur.
Lately I am enjoying more than ever just hanging out with friends, sipping wine, or walking down the street to Dawson's house and being surprised with a home-cooked delicious meal that immeasurably better than Wege or a pizza hot pocket. I prefer just plain tea or coffee over a latte. I find more enjoyment in simplicity these days.
Tonight I was talking about marching band, which I did in high school. Joking around and poking fun at it, but in all honesty, marching band was a great experience. I don't know why it is considered to be geeky or lame, it actually requires a lot of practice and skill and I really enjoyed doing it.
That's all.
Lately I am enjoying more than ever just hanging out with friends, sipping wine, or walking down the street to Dawson's house and being surprised with a home-cooked delicious meal that immeasurably better than Wege or a pizza hot pocket. I prefer just plain tea or coffee over a latte. I find more enjoyment in simplicity these days.
Tonight I was talking about marching band, which I did in high school. Joking around and poking fun at it, but in all honesty, marching band was a great experience. I don't know why it is considered to be geeky or lame, it actually requires a lot of practice and skill and I really enjoyed doing it.
That's all.
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