sad reality.

I don't have internet at my apartment. If I had internet I would blog more.

I haven't forgotten about you...I'm just not connected to the world wide web.

thank you Gilbert Blythe.

I felt old last night. The last four years have gone by so fast. With no further ado, I lack the words...

"when we look back now will our jokes still be funny?"

I picked up my cap and gown today and couldn't get these lyrics out of my head...

As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
From whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever

thanks vitamin c.

wonder.

In the words of Brennan Manning:

"Dear Lord, grant me the grace of wonder. Surprise me, amaze me, awe me in every crevice of your universe. Delight me to see how your Christ plays in ten thousand places, lonely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not His, to the Father through features of men's faces. Each day enrapture me with your marvelous things without number...I do not ask to see the reason for it all; I ask only to share the wonder of it all"

raindrops keep falling on my head...

and my glasses. When it's raining I constantly have water drops on my glasses impairing my vision. Then I have to wipe off my glasses with my shirt and then they're smudgy. I should have just worn my contacts today.

I can have my cake and eat it too...

just doing my job.

currently my life revolves around:
The Bachelor
American Idol
The Biggest Loser
America's Best Dance Crew
True Beauty

I now walk around saying "F all you Bs" because of Megan from The Bachelor. I listen to people sing and say to myself "Simon would say no." I see strangers and think they could change their lives on the Biggest Loser. I try to bone crush like the crew on ABDC. And I now walk around trying to hold doors open for people so that I can have inner beauty.

Thank you reality TV.

I'm practical...but this sounds good.

just something for all of you cynics and realists to chew on:

"The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers. Humanity cannot forget its dreamers; it cannot let their ideals fade and die; it lives in them; it knows them as the realities which it shall one day see and know.

Composer, sculptor, painter, poet, prophet, sage, these are the makers of the after-world, the architects of heaven. The world is beautiful because they have lived; without them, laboring humanity would perish...

Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.

To desire is to obtain; to aspire is to achieve. Shall man's basest desires receive the fullest measure of gratification, and his purest aspirations starve for lack of sustenance? Such is not the las: such a condition of things can never obtain" 'Ask and receive.'

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your Vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your Ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn; the bird waits in the egg; and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities."

-From As a Man Thinketh by James Allen

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times they are a changin.

So I went to a Hanson concert Saturday night....you know mmmbop Hanson. Well their fans used to be cute girls who loved a catchy tune...maybe a little bit obsessive, but everyone was a little obsessive during the boy band era. Well the crowd at the concert was out of control. Hanson fans are now 21 and older and able to drink.

Two blond girls were in front of us bouncing up and down the entire time, with hair in our business. One of the bouncing blonds had a huge purse that kept hitting one of my girls in the stomach. The other bouncing blond got in a pushing war with another one of my girls. Courtney says... "No one does that!"

Behind me was a wasted couple that were pretty much humping each other the entire time, except for when he would lift the girl up in the air. Her boobs, her knees, her hands, her whole body was pushing me and running into me for the entire show. The glare over the shoulder does not work with drunk people.

Some ladies to the left of us decided that it was their mission to guard the center of the floor so that no one could push their way through. They linked arms and planted their feet (these were not tiny women). If you left to get a drink or go to the bathroom there was no way of getting back in. These were the same women that knew every song to every Hanson song.

There was also the lady in the back of the venue that when Matt Wertz was opening she yelled "Get the f*** off the stage...we want Hanson!" Matt just said "well someone's angry," and the crowd continued to cheer and clap louder to make up for the yet again, drunk Hanson fan.

There were also some lighters and cell phones, awkward dancing fans, and the boyfriends that were dragged to a Hanson concert that stood with their arms crossed the entire time. But overall it was a great time after I recovered from the 3 hours of sleep and the aching feet.