It's winter, it's windy, sunless, and the most colorful thing outside is the rare peek of blue sky. But I am walking out in the cold with the same cheer as if it's a warm, sunny day. I'm not a simple creature satisfied by mundane things; life is complicated but happiness is what I feel and you know what that means?
I win.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
PDA
I was a late bloomer--not physically, but in the relationship department. You know how kids have "relationships" in middle school that last for a week or two? Not me. You know the high school freshmen that complain, "All he wanted was sex, sex, sex!"? Pas de moi. I didn't get my first kiss until my senior year of high school. I was shy, I had braces, glasses, bad skin, even more hair than I have now. It's not even that I was ugly, I felt ugly.
By senior year, I lost weight, got expensive haircuts, braces were off, contacts placed over my corneas, and had clear skin. Looking back at my pictures, I was VERY cute (yeah, modesty doesn't become me anymore). I still didn't feel that way, though. So when a boy in my Latin class took notice of me, I reciprocated the attention and we started going out.
We made out. A lot. In public. I cringe thinking about it even now; I will not and cannot go into further details. But hey--I was young, hormonal, and in what I thought was love (it wasn't). I make a big stinking heap of mistakes. But I usually don't make the same mistake twice.
So even now, I hesitate to express my affection in public beyond holding hands and maybe a peck on the cheeks or the lips. Hugs are always given. I love giving firm handshakes--lets people know that even though I'm small, I have a presence.
But you know where PDA is so very prevalent? Facebook. I don't mind people announcing their relationship status, their engagements, weddings. Have your funeral on it.
It's not that you post your relationship status updates at the same time. I'm not even bothered that you guys have the same exact profile picture, but with different graphic effects. I'm happy for you that you guys went on vacation recently and that's where you proposed...updated through your ipad.
I'm bothered by the fact that you have matching his and hers sunglasses.
By senior year, I lost weight, got expensive haircuts, braces were off, contacts placed over my corneas, and had clear skin. Looking back at my pictures, I was VERY cute (yeah, modesty doesn't become me anymore). I still didn't feel that way, though. So when a boy in my Latin class took notice of me, I reciprocated the attention and we started going out.
We made out. A lot. In public. I cringe thinking about it even now; I will not and cannot go into further details. But hey--I was young, hormonal, and in what I thought was love (it wasn't). I make a big stinking heap of mistakes. But I usually don't make the same mistake twice.
So even now, I hesitate to express my affection in public beyond holding hands and maybe a peck on the cheeks or the lips. Hugs are always given. I love giving firm handshakes--lets people know that even though I'm small, I have a presence.
But you know where PDA is so very prevalent? Facebook. I don't mind people announcing their relationship status, their engagements, weddings. Have your funeral on it.
It's not that you post your relationship status updates at the same time. I'm not even bothered that you guys have the same exact profile picture, but with different graphic effects. I'm happy for you that you guys went on vacation recently and that's where you proposed...updated through your ipad.
I'm bothered by the fact that you have matching his and hers sunglasses.
I do give a shit
I've never been into popular music, unless you count the phase I had in elementary school where I loved the Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys, and the ilk. In high school, I discovered indie rock. Thank Jeebus, it was my salvation. Once I was in college, I only kept track of a few bands that I really loved. I was out of the loop.
But recently I've come into a second awakening in the world of indie music. Fleet Foxes, LCD Soundsystem, The Black Keys, Vampire Weekend are just a few bands that have recently transcended beyond my aural senses.
Take Vampire Weekend. They have the most fetching song I've been hitting repeat on despite attempts not to. "Oxford Comma" is the chanson du jour. So pseudo-intellectual.
Yes, I prefer the oxford comma. Yes, it can lead to ambiguity. Because where's the fun in certainty?
Do you care about the oxford comma?
But recently I've come into a second awakening in the world of indie music. Fleet Foxes, LCD Soundsystem, The Black Keys, Vampire Weekend are just a few bands that have recently transcended beyond my aural senses.
Take Vampire Weekend. They have the most fetching song I've been hitting repeat on despite attempts not to. "Oxford Comma" is the chanson du jour. So pseudo-intellectual.
Yes, I prefer the oxford comma. Yes, it can lead to ambiguity. Because where's the fun in certainty?
Do you care about the oxford comma?
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