Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Good Advice
As always, the new year has me thinking about lessons learned. I've been thinking in terms of advice people have given me over the years. Some of it wasn't always good. And for that which was good, some of it didn't always sink in right away. Some of it's harder to put into practice than to understand on the surface. I just wanted to post a couple, and maybe I will add more later. If you can think of anything, please don't be afraid to add yours as well!
1. "You don't have to love unconditionally."
-my first roommate in college
2. "If you are always waiting for someone to get where you are, then by the time they get there, you will be somewhere else."
-Gonzo
3. "Sometimes when life gives you a mixed bag of emotions you just need to pick out the good ones."
-Tom Albrecht
4. "Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's OKAYYYYY that you don't know everything."
-Ben Folds
5. "Sometimes love just happens."
-Kelly McKee
6. "There's no such thing as good timing."
-something Gonzo and I have learned
7. "You underestimate your value on the dating market."
-someone told me that once, and I think too many people do that, so I'm putting it out there.
8. "True love is work, but it's worth the work."
-my Grandmother and my older sister, Beckie
9. "Tomorrow begins today."
-something I learned from reading Les Miserables
10. "Blood is not thicker than water."
-just something else I'm slowly beginning to grasp. Also related, "You can't chose your family, but you can chose your friends."
11. "Never say never."
-lots of people say that, but that's what my Grandmother said to me when I said I was never going to get married.
12. Also, miracles do happen. My mother is cancer free after a two year struggle - first with stage four colon cancer, then liver cancer, then a lump in her abdomen. And also, I graduated college after 10 years, which is a miracle in itself! Technology is a miracle. I can talk to my sister on camera in Russia using a Mac! They found evidence of water on the moon! Did I mention I'm getting married? OK, nuff said.
13. "You do not have to be a social construction."
-me
14. There's something I've been wanting to thank my friend Dallas Jones for awhile. One time when I was down and out about my mother being sick, and a crappy relationship I was in, and my overall place in the world, he said to me, "Cara, you are doing OK. You have a job. You have a nice place. I don't know why you feel the way you do. Look, you are doing fine. You just need to chill." And I was. Two things I learned from that are 1) If you look around, things are probably better than you think, and 2) Sometimes people just need to hear that. I needed to hear that I was OK, so thank you for that.
15. paraphrasing here, but Keith Ferrazzi says that with three lifelines, you can accomplish anything in life. Lifelines are the people who care about you, who support your goals, who hold you accountable for your actions. They are people you make time for, to catch up with, to check up on. They check up on you, too, see how you're doing. I think everybody needs that. And although the Internet and sites like this should make it easier to cultivate these relationships, for some reason, it almost makes it harder. So, I just think everybody should think about this. Who are your three? Who's lifeline would you want to be?
As always, the new year has me thinking about lessons learned. I've been thinking in terms of advice people have given me over the years. Some of it wasn't always good. And for that which was good, some of it didn't always sink in right away. Some of it's harder to put into practice than to understand on the surface. I just wanted to post a couple, and maybe I will add more later. If you can think of anything, please don't be afraid to add yours as well!
1. "You don't have to love unconditionally."
-my first roommate in college
2. "If you are always waiting for someone to get where you are, then by the time they get there, you will be somewhere else."
-Gonzo
3. "Sometimes when life gives you a mixed bag of emotions you just need to pick out the good ones."
-Tom Albrecht
4. "Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's OKAYYYYY that you don't know everything."
-Ben Folds
5. "Sometimes love just happens."
-Kelly McKee
6. "There's no such thing as good timing."
-something Gonzo and I have learned
7. "You underestimate your value on the dating market."
-someone told me that once, and I think too many people do that, so I'm putting it out there.
8. "True love is work, but it's worth the work."
-my Grandmother and my older sister, Beckie
9. "Tomorrow begins today."
-something I learned from reading Les Miserables
10. "Blood is not thicker than water."
-just something else I'm slowly beginning to grasp. Also related, "You can't chose your family, but you can chose your friends."
11. "Never say never."
-lots of people say that, but that's what my Grandmother said to me when I said I was never going to get married.
12. Also, miracles do happen. My mother is cancer free after a two year struggle - first with stage four colon cancer, then liver cancer, then a lump in her abdomen. And also, I graduated college after 10 years, which is a miracle in itself! Technology is a miracle. I can talk to my sister on camera in Russia using a Mac! They found evidence of water on the moon! Did I mention I'm getting married? OK, nuff said.
13. "You do not have to be a social construction."
-me
14. There's something I've been wanting to thank my friend Dallas Jones for awhile. One time when I was down and out about my mother being sick, and a crappy relationship I was in, and my overall place in the world, he said to me, "Cara, you are doing OK. You have a job. You have a nice place. I don't know why you feel the way you do. Look, you are doing fine. You just need to chill." And I was. Two things I learned from that are 1) If you look around, things are probably better than you think, and 2) Sometimes people just need to hear that. I needed to hear that I was OK, so thank you for that.
15. paraphrasing here, but Keith Ferrazzi says that with three lifelines, you can accomplish anything in life. Lifelines are the people who care about you, who support your goals, who hold you accountable for your actions. They are people you make time for, to catch up with, to check up on. They check up on you, too, see how you're doing. I think everybody needs that. And although the Internet and sites like this should make it easier to cultivate these relationships, for some reason, it almost makes it harder. So, I just think everybody should think about this. Who are your three? Who's lifeline would you want to be?
Labels: Advice, Ben Folds, New Year's
Monday, January 05, 2009
To Begin at the Beginning
It's 2009. The beginning of a new year, for once for me, it is also the beginning of something else.
It is the beginning of my life in many ways. A rebirth. A time to dream. A time to look toward the future with excitement. A time, the first time, my mind is truly at peace and I am bursting with happiness inside and out.
It has been a long, hard road. Sometimes I get down when I think about all the things I could have been, but that is less and less, when I think about how young I still am and how many things are possible, and that I can be who I am and end up exactly where I want to be.
The rest of my life is coming, and it begins today and yesterday. For the first time, I truly feel I could fill it with whatever I want.
Just over two years ago, I remember sitting on a cold bed in a jail cell and crying, feeling as though my life had ended.
It had in many ways, but it took the last two years to work on healing and to own my mistakes.
I didn't feel I had much to look forward to, but I tried anyway. Still, I didn't care enough about myself; I still did not know how to live life, to own my life, rather than create situations and react to things that happened to me, while many of the things that happened to me were my own doing.
My mind and my heart had been crushed by experience. Existence was something I thought I knew as some kind of tortured artist.
I had not much less than sad songs to play, and solitude much of the time. Not being able to see straight. Not being able to relate to the world like I wanted. Not being able to find my place in it.
Then a year later, my mother got sick. This changed me. I knew I had to be strong, knew I had to get myself right.
It's funny how the biggest changes occur when you are not looking.
I worked hard. I tried to make my life better, but it is such a magical thing when you wake up one day and realize you've done it. That the inherent struggle you always saw in your life isn't necessarily inherent.
I fought myself out of poverty.
I fought myself out of a semi-long, semi-serious, unfulfilled relationship.
I fought my mind. I fought years and years of guilt and abuse, self-hatred, and came to terms as best as I could with the terms of my life, good and bad, the absence of my father, years and years of pain compounded on pain compounded on pain, and buried with tears and alcohol, fear and loathing.
Here we are. I've been at my job for a year. I got a 3.89 last semester, busted my ass and still managed to fall in love. I met the love of my life while I wasn't looking. He was right under my nose for months and when I found him all I had to do was allow myself to be happy, to give and receive love, something I'd always thought I wanted, but am finally capable of doing.
I got an internship this Spring doing PR for DiverseWorks. I am graduating in May.
I got to spend New Year's in Southern California and go to Disneyland and see the Rose Bowl Parade, and see Chinatown in San Francisco and the Pacific. I saw the fog in the air and the sun on the water. I saw the lights of L.A. from the airplane's window seat at night. I saw the stars on Hollywood Blvd. and walked among the tourists. I saw Santa Monica and Anaheim and Solvang, this little Dutch town lit up for Christmas.
I saw it all with a big warm hand in mine and a goofy grin on my face, and tried to take it all in whenever I could.
It's a new year, but it's a new life.
I wanted to say some other things. I wanted to say that for anyone who is still searching, for one's self or a love or a dream or for the tide to turn or for the season to change, or for an opportunity -- something someone once told me that I held on to half-heartedly while working as hard as I could mentally and emotionally to get there --
I can't find the right words. All I guess I really mean is something cliche about keeping one's head up, or like that Cursive line, "The Worst is Over," or how Ben Folds said for those who thought the past wasn't dead to stop and smell the smoke.
It can be smoke if you let it. Things do turn around. It's not immediate, but it does happen.
My mother is still ill and has to go through three months of chemo again beginning this month. My grandfather is not out of the woods yet. There are some things in life you can't control.
Obama is going to take his role in the White House soon and the whole world, those who voted and those who didn't, will be watching to see where he takes us. I am counting the days.
I could say a lot more. Happy New Year everyone.
Happy. New. Year.
It's 2009. The beginning of a new year, for once for me, it is also the beginning of something else.
It is the beginning of my life in many ways. A rebirth. A time to dream. A time to look toward the future with excitement. A time, the first time, my mind is truly at peace and I am bursting with happiness inside and out.
It has been a long, hard road. Sometimes I get down when I think about all the things I could have been, but that is less and less, when I think about how young I still am and how many things are possible, and that I can be who I am and end up exactly where I want to be.
The rest of my life is coming, and it begins today and yesterday. For the first time, I truly feel I could fill it with whatever I want.
Just over two years ago, I remember sitting on a cold bed in a jail cell and crying, feeling as though my life had ended.
It had in many ways, but it took the last two years to work on healing and to own my mistakes.
I didn't feel I had much to look forward to, but I tried anyway. Still, I didn't care enough about myself; I still did not know how to live life, to own my life, rather than create situations and react to things that happened to me, while many of the things that happened to me were my own doing.
My mind and my heart had been crushed by experience. Existence was something I thought I knew as some kind of tortured artist.
I had not much less than sad songs to play, and solitude much of the time. Not being able to see straight. Not being able to relate to the world like I wanted. Not being able to find my place in it.
Then a year later, my mother got sick. This changed me. I knew I had to be strong, knew I had to get myself right.
It's funny how the biggest changes occur when you are not looking.
I worked hard. I tried to make my life better, but it is such a magical thing when you wake up one day and realize you've done it. That the inherent struggle you always saw in your life isn't necessarily inherent.
I fought myself out of poverty.
I fought myself out of a semi-long, semi-serious, unfulfilled relationship.
I fought my mind. I fought years and years of guilt and abuse, self-hatred, and came to terms as best as I could with the terms of my life, good and bad, the absence of my father, years and years of pain compounded on pain compounded on pain, and buried with tears and alcohol, fear and loathing.
Here we are. I've been at my job for a year. I got a 3.89 last semester, busted my ass and still managed to fall in love. I met the love of my life while I wasn't looking. He was right under my nose for months and when I found him all I had to do was allow myself to be happy, to give and receive love, something I'd always thought I wanted, but am finally capable of doing.
I got an internship this Spring doing PR for DiverseWorks. I am graduating in May.
I got to spend New Year's in Southern California and go to Disneyland and see the Rose Bowl Parade, and see Chinatown in San Francisco and the Pacific. I saw the fog in the air and the sun on the water. I saw the lights of L.A. from the airplane's window seat at night. I saw the stars on Hollywood Blvd. and walked among the tourists. I saw Santa Monica and Anaheim and Solvang, this little Dutch town lit up for Christmas.
I saw it all with a big warm hand in mine and a goofy grin on my face, and tried to take it all in whenever I could.
It's a new year, but it's a new life.
I wanted to say some other things. I wanted to say that for anyone who is still searching, for one's self or a love or a dream or for the tide to turn or for the season to change, or for an opportunity -- something someone once told me that I held on to half-heartedly while working as hard as I could mentally and emotionally to get there --
I can't find the right words. All I guess I really mean is something cliche about keeping one's head up, or like that Cursive line, "The Worst is Over," or how Ben Folds said for those who thought the past wasn't dead to stop and smell the smoke.
It can be smoke if you let it. Things do turn around. It's not immediate, but it does happen.
My mother is still ill and has to go through three months of chemo again beginning this month. My grandfather is not out of the woods yet. There are some things in life you can't control.
Obama is going to take his role in the White House soon and the whole world, those who voted and those who didn't, will be watching to see where he takes us. I am counting the days.
I could say a lot more. Happy New Year everyone.
Happy. New. Year.
Labels: Ben Folds, Cancer, Cursive, Dreams, Music, New Year's, Obama, Obstacles
Monday, August 18, 2008
And I can tell you about the little things so you won't think
About the big things for awhile
Not much phases me anymore. You know that? I went to my ten-year high school reunion two weekends ago.
Of the three events over two days, I went to two of them. First, on Friday we had a happy hour. Which was more like six hours of happy hour. Or six happy hours.
I went to happy hour as usual with my boss(we're cool like that)and my regular happy hour friends. I had a 23 ounce beer, and attempted to eat a slice of pizza. I couldn't, because I felt like I was going to ralph from nervousness.
So, just a little while later I decided to take a walk alone from the Downtown bar where we were to the other place where everyone would be.
Just some highlights, and I should add I drank nothing but Absolut and Red Bull for the rest of the night.
I poured my heart out
it evaporated ... see?
No, it's really not that dramatic.
But I reunited with people. Strangers. Myself. And it was wonderful.
I hooked up with my best friends from back when I was 13, Jolie and Germaine. Jolie said recently we were "down for life." It's true. I was going crazy. I told Jolie even now, 15 years later, I would fight for her. "Do you want to fight? 'Cause I will fight for you. I will fight for you, Jolie." We cracked up.
I told this dude from middle school I was in love with him back then, and he didn't even know I existed. Apparently we had an hour-and-a-half conversation (a friend informed me later, because I had no concept of time). But he was nice, and humble. We talked about school - he went to UH for seven years while working - and his wife, and his eight month old son. He showed me pics of his kid in his cell phone. This adorable little boy.
And it wasn't weird at all. It was nice.
I went up to the class clown from all my years of school, and said, "You know, you are one of my most favorite people I never even got to know. You used to crack me up!"
There were two of those, and I went up to the other one, too. I said, "You and so-and-so - you're my favorite people I never even got to be friends with."
Both were like, "No, that's not true. I always thought of you as a friend. We were always cool."
I don't remember the last time I hugged so many people in one night. It was all so genuine. I thought people would be talking about what they do for a living, or where they went to college, that's it - which bores the fuck out of me - but that's not what happened at all.
It was a celebration. Of where we've been. Where we went. And coming home.
And home, speaking of home, that was such an immensely important part of this: I haven't been in a room or any place with that many people from where I'm from since I left. Since we all left. I'm not sure exactly how that played into things, but I'm pretty sure we all felt it.
And it makes it better, I know
But sometimes it's hard to swallow
In light of reunions, I guess I'm sort of in the middle of another one. And I'm not sure what to say about it at the moment, except thank you. Because it wouldn't have been worth it at all if I felt for one bit like this person was just being this person. For some reason, this person said something to me more real than he ever had.
Do you ever wonder if you really knew someone? I do. Sometimes I think I never did. Then there are times when you think you knew what you wanted to know. Others, you know that in brief moments you understood everything, even though they weren't said.
Since they weren't said, yet you understood, do they need to be?
And if you love someone, really love somebody, do you really love them all the way? Even when it fades away? And are you the one to test that scar and see if it's a scab? Do you really want to double-check and make sure it's healed?
I can be the problem if it's easier
One more thing, and then I swear I'm going to do some work today. One hour before I received some real live words, I spouted some real ones of my own. And I was ready - wrote the break-up song already, ready. Never been that ready.
And yesterday I was OK. And today this hurts, which concludes that things can be right as they are and still hurt. And I'm OK with nearly two years. He said it was a good run. And I guess that's all I can say for now, but I do feel I've said enough.
About the big things for awhile
Not much phases me anymore. You know that? I went to my ten-year high school reunion two weekends ago.
Of the three events over two days, I went to two of them. First, on Friday we had a happy hour. Which was more like six hours of happy hour. Or six happy hours.
I went to happy hour as usual with my boss(we're cool like that)and my regular happy hour friends. I had a 23 ounce beer, and attempted to eat a slice of pizza. I couldn't, because I felt like I was going to ralph from nervousness.
So, just a little while later I decided to take a walk alone from the Downtown bar where we were to the other place where everyone would be.
Just some highlights, and I should add I drank nothing but Absolut and Red Bull for the rest of the night.
I poured my heart out
it evaporated ... see?
No, it's really not that dramatic.
But I reunited with people. Strangers. Myself. And it was wonderful.
I hooked up with my best friends from back when I was 13, Jolie and Germaine. Jolie said recently we were "down for life." It's true. I was going crazy. I told Jolie even now, 15 years later, I would fight for her. "Do you want to fight? 'Cause I will fight for you. I will fight for you, Jolie." We cracked up.
I told this dude from middle school I was in love with him back then, and he didn't even know I existed. Apparently we had an hour-and-a-half conversation (a friend informed me later, because I had no concept of time). But he was nice, and humble. We talked about school - he went to UH for seven years while working - and his wife, and his eight month old son. He showed me pics of his kid in his cell phone. This adorable little boy.
And it wasn't weird at all. It was nice.
I went up to the class clown from all my years of school, and said, "You know, you are one of my most favorite people I never even got to know. You used to crack me up!"
There were two of those, and I went up to the other one, too. I said, "You and so-and-so - you're my favorite people I never even got to be friends with."
Both were like, "No, that's not true. I always thought of you as a friend. We were always cool."
I don't remember the last time I hugged so many people in one night. It was all so genuine. I thought people would be talking about what they do for a living, or where they went to college, that's it - which bores the fuck out of me - but that's not what happened at all.
It was a celebration. Of where we've been. Where we went. And coming home.
And home, speaking of home, that was such an immensely important part of this: I haven't been in a room or any place with that many people from where I'm from since I left. Since we all left. I'm not sure exactly how that played into things, but I'm pretty sure we all felt it.
And it makes it better, I know
But sometimes it's hard to swallow
In light of reunions, I guess I'm sort of in the middle of another one. And I'm not sure what to say about it at the moment, except thank you. Because it wouldn't have been worth it at all if I felt for one bit like this person was just being this person. For some reason, this person said something to me more real than he ever had.
Do you ever wonder if you really knew someone? I do. Sometimes I think I never did. Then there are times when you think you knew what you wanted to know. Others, you know that in brief moments you understood everything, even though they weren't said.
Since they weren't said, yet you understood, do they need to be?
And if you love someone, really love somebody, do you really love them all the way? Even when it fades away? And are you the one to test that scar and see if it's a scab? Do you really want to double-check and make sure it's healed?
I can be the problem if it's easier
One more thing, and then I swear I'm going to do some work today. One hour before I received some real live words, I spouted some real ones of my own. And I was ready - wrote the break-up song already, ready. Never been that ready.
And yesterday I was OK. And today this hurts, which concludes that things can be right as they are and still hurt. And I'm OK with nearly two years. He said it was a good run. And I guess that's all I can say for now, but I do feel I've said enough.
Labels: Ben Folds, Breaking Up, Drinking, Reunions
Monday, March 24, 2008
Moment of Truth
Do you believe in psychic hearing? Ha.
Not long ago, I was in the middle of making what may or may not have been a mistake. But anyway, this song came into my head, just one or two lines repeating, right then. It was so weird.
And I just looked it up, and this is what it said:
"You’ve Got to Learn to Live with What You Are"
By Ben Folds
I know that you’re in there
I can see you
You’re saying you’re okay
I don’t believe you
And now that gig is up, the spell is broken
The fat lady’s sung, the president has spoken
These days that you were waiting for will come and go
Like any day, just another day
There’s never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh
Ohh, all you need is the thing you’ve forgotten
And that’s to learn to live with what you are
So freak out if you wanna
And I’ll still be here
Don’t call me for years and when you do
Yeah, I’ll still be here
And I’m not saying that the effort is a waste of time, but I
Just love you for the things you couldn’t change, though you’ve tried
These hours of confusion they will soon expire like
Everything does
There’s never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh
Ohh, all you need is the thing you’ve forgotten
And that’s to learn to live with what you are
Sometimes everything you’ve ever wanted floats above
It’s stickin’ out its tongue and laughing while
Everything that anyone could ever need is down below
Waiting for you, know this
There’s never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh
’Cause all you need is the thing you’ve forgotten
And that’s to learn to live with what you are
You’ve got to learn to live with what you are
You’ve got to learn to live with what you...
Are
Do you believe in psychic hearing? Ha.
Not long ago, I was in the middle of making what may or may not have been a mistake. But anyway, this song came into my head, just one or two lines repeating, right then. It was so weird.
And I just looked it up, and this is what it said:
"You’ve Got to Learn to Live with What You Are"
By Ben Folds
I know that you’re in there
I can see you
You’re saying you’re okay
I don’t believe you
And now that gig is up, the spell is broken
The fat lady’s sung, the president has spoken
These days that you were waiting for will come and go
Like any day, just another day
There’s never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh
Ohh, all you need is the thing you’ve forgotten
And that’s to learn to live with what you are
So freak out if you wanna
And I’ll still be here
Don’t call me for years and when you do
Yeah, I’ll still be here
And I’m not saying that the effort is a waste of time, but I
Just love you for the things you couldn’t change, though you’ve tried
These hours of confusion they will soon expire like
Everything does
There’s never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh
Ohh, all you need is the thing you’ve forgotten
And that’s to learn to live with what you are
Sometimes everything you’ve ever wanted floats above
It’s stickin’ out its tongue and laughing while
Everything that anyone could ever need is down below
Waiting for you, know this
There’s never gonna be a moment of truth for you
While the world is watching, ohh ohh
’Cause all you need is the thing you’ve forgotten
And that’s to learn to live with what you are
You’ve got to learn to live with what you are
You’ve got to learn to live with what you...
Are
Monday, July 09, 2007
My new favorite song
Smoke
by Ben Folds
Leaf by leaf, page by page,
Throw this book away.
All the sadness, all the rage,
Throw this book away.
Rip out the binding, tear the glue,
All of the grief we never ever knew --
We had it all along;
Now its
Smoke:
The things we've written in it,
Never really happened.
All of the people come and gone
Never really lived;
All of the people have come have gone
No one to forgive:
Smoke.
We will never write a new one,
There will not be a new one,
Another one, another one.
Here's an evening dark with shame,
Throw it on the fire.
Here's the time I took the blame,
Throw it on the fire.
Here's the time we didn't speak,
It seemed for years and years
Here's a secret no one will ever know:
The reasons for the tears,
They are smoke.
Where do all the secrets live?
They travel in the air.
You can smell them when they burn;
They travel.
Those who say the past is not dead,
Stop and smell the smoke.
You keep on saying the past is not dead,
Come on and smell the smoke.
You keep saying the past is not even past,
You keep saying
We are smoke.
Smoke
by Ben Folds
Leaf by leaf, page by page,
Throw this book away.
All the sadness, all the rage,
Throw this book away.
Rip out the binding, tear the glue,
All of the grief we never ever knew --
We had it all along;
Now its
Smoke:
The things we've written in it,
Never really happened.
All of the people come and gone
Never really lived;
All of the people have come have gone
No one to forgive:
Smoke.
We will never write a new one,
There will not be a new one,
Another one, another one.
Here's an evening dark with shame,
Throw it on the fire.
Here's the time I took the blame,
Throw it on the fire.
Here's the time we didn't speak,
It seemed for years and years
Here's a secret no one will ever know:
The reasons for the tears,
They are smoke.
Where do all the secrets live?
They travel in the air.
You can smell them when they burn;
They travel.
Those who say the past is not dead,
Stop and smell the smoke.
You keep on saying the past is not dead,
Come on and smell the smoke.
You keep saying the past is not even past,
You keep saying
We are smoke.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
on a brighterererer note:
I saw Ben Folds last Friday. Fuck yeah. Been meaning to tell you that. It kicked motherfuckin' ass.
I saw Ben Folds last Friday. Fuck yeah. Been meaning to tell you that. It kicked motherfuckin' ass.
Labels: Ben Folds
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Thanks, T.
AAAGGHHHHH!
in the words of my friend:
"The way I see it is, if you quit now you can be a secretary. But if you just finish school you could be the head secretary. So finish and get that extra $1.50 an hour. Get some cheese on that Whopper!"
It's going to feel so good when I finally get my degree. Not only will I be able to claim my degree, but with pride I can say it was eight years in the making!
But somehow, it's not school that's bothering me really. I don't know what is. I love school. I don't like how much school costs, or how long it takes, but I don't mind it. Then again, whoever liked that other stuff? Who gets all excited when they think about $_________ they owe for school. I mean, people who actually borrowed money. I can't really think of anyone.
There's this line, one of many on Songs for Silverman, though, that circles in my head in the most convenient of times, making me feel better:
Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's OK ~~~~ if you don't know everything. It just does.
AAAGGHHHHH!
in the words of my friend:
"The way I see it is, if you quit now you can be a secretary. But if you just finish school you could be the head secretary. So finish and get that extra $1.50 an hour. Get some cheese on that Whopper!"
It's going to feel so good when I finally get my degree. Not only will I be able to claim my degree, but with pride I can say it was eight years in the making!
But somehow, it's not school that's bothering me really. I don't know what is. I love school. I don't like how much school costs, or how long it takes, but I don't mind it. Then again, whoever liked that other stuff? Who gets all excited when they think about $_________ they owe for school. I mean, people who actually borrowed money. I can't really think of anyone.
There's this line, one of many on Songs for Silverman, though, that circles in my head in the most convenient of times, making me feel better:
Why you gotta act like you know when you don't know? It's OK ~~~~ if you don't know everything. It just does.
Labels: Ben Folds, College, Friendship
