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Monday 2nd May, 2011 - 2:01am

I’m not one to follow such frivolous trends.  I though “BEDA…How overrated.”
How dare you insist that I’m only changing it up because I was late to discover it… That’s just silly.

So I’m instituting BEDM… Blog Every Day in May!  May is a cooler month anyways, since we have like 34 days off of school for some reason (despite there being only 31 days in the month), several Dutch holidays.

Then I remembered that I would never blog for 31 consecutive days, so I changed my mind. So, normal blog up ahead!

PictureMy mother recently went on a camera purchase mission.  In my bookmark bar, I had a link to a Canon EOS 550D.  I was thinking “Ha, it’d be cool if I ever got this, maybe for Christmas if my mother really loves me a lot this year.”
So I took advantage of my mom’s sudden craning to buy a DSLR, and shifted her goal. She wanted a SONY- Ha! Everyone knows that a Canon or Nikon DLSR is way better!  (Just kidding.  I mean, they are, but not everyone knows that? How did I even know that?) So I managed to convince my mom I knew best. At MediaMarkt… (that spelling bothers me too.)

Mom: Well I want a Sony!
Me: Mom, you can’t get a Sony digi SLR!  I mean, pftttt. SONY?
Mom: What’s wrong with Sony?
Me: (unable to think of anything) Well, nothing I guess but there are much better brands for an SLR.
Mom: Oh, what do YOU know…
Me: About camera? A LOT, actually! (Ha, what?) For example (remembering bookmarked camera) there’s this one Canon I really liked…

And we purchased the beautiful Canon EOS 550D! I was psyched, but my mom was like “girrrrl, this is my camera because you always screw them up.”

So it’s my mom’s camera, but she lets me play with it C:  Here are some pictures I took with it, to excite you :D  AFTER LE JUMP

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Nice to Meet You

Thursday 28th April, 2011 - 10:24pm

I have always found some methods of greeting absurd.  Or, if I tried, I could find all of them absurd.  For example, “Hello!” It’s as if it has been derived from people greeting each other such as “HELLLL, oh,” as if they’ve been struck by one’s unfortunate appearance, then collected themselves enough to offer an “oh”.  So basically, “Hello” means “OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT UGLY TERRIFYING CREATURE- oh, sorry it’s you.”  But after greeting each other like that for several years, it had been shortened and less emphasized to “Hello”;  A commonplace greeting.

Obviously I’m trying to be funny, because that actually doesn’t make much sense at all.  But there are greetings, or variations of greetings, that I find awkward, strange, or painful.  Here are 5.

  1. The Death Shake: If you’ve never shaken hands with somebody who evidently felt the need to squeeze your hand until blood seeped through your pores, you can leave, because you wouldn’t understand.  I mean, WHY?  For me, it’s rarely ever women who issue such a painful greeting.  It’s normally men.  They smile, their eyes sparkling, and they, seemingly genuinely, claim that they are “Pleased to meet you!” and when you offer your hand for the common practice of hand shaking, you regret how “nice” it is to have met them when they squeeze your hand tightly enough to generate lasting pain.  Why, I wonder, trying not to wince, did they have to squeeze my hand so tightly.  Is it to prove their manliness?  Are they pretending like “Oh, sorry, did I squeeze it too tightly?  I didn’t notice, I’m just SO strong that I can’t help it, it was COMPLETELY unintentional.”  Yeah, as if anyone with an IQ over 50 lacks that much self control.  I would joke even that perhaps they were trying to show you what pain they could cause you, and that they are man, and man strong, so man hurt if need. man can hurt. man strong!!!! If women do this, it is usually epic body builder girls who offer a smug smile.  This annoys me. It was not nice meeting you. No. Maybe they just like screwing with teenage girls.  Sick.
  2. Kiss Kiss! If you are at all whatsoever in-tuned to pop culture, you know that Europeans kiss each other on each cheek.  If you don’t live in Europe, this probably won’t apply to you.  But I live in Europe.  It is, indeed, as awkward as it sounds.  The worst part is, the Dutch offer a remix.  Rather than two kisses on each cheek, they have to screw you over by doing THREE kisses.  So then you do two, and they do three, and it’s like, “Oh. Oops.” So either a) you give them a very delayed 3rd kiss and it’s awkward, b) you don’t give them a third kiss and they wait and it’s awkward, or very very rarely c) You don’t give them a 3rd kiss and they don’t care. But they’ll probably still laugh at you.  Also, sometimes they don’t actually kiss you.  This, again, is probably just cultural (to Dutch).  You assume that they are like the French and you legitimately kiss them on the cheek, and they give you air kisses.  THAT is awkward.  Or it is the opposite- you’ve grown accustomed to giving air kisses (such as I have- and by the way, air kisses are STILL very awkward), and then they give you legitimate kisses on the cheek, which is both awkward and very uncomfortable.  So yeah.
  3. SUP, broseph? Manly men greet themselves quite strangely, I find.  Each time they encounter another, the two males (usually teenage) erupt in an enthusiastic display of intricate, practiced “secret handshakes.”  They put on stoic expressions, while their hands are hard at work slapping and knuckling and shaking and waving.  How much time do guys have on their hands to develop these?  They pretend like it’s no big deal- of course they aren’t lame enough to spend time creating such masterpiece greetings.  The most interesting part is that these handshakes extend for a while.  The conversation will have already started, and their hands are still in action. “Sup, man?” “Nothing much, just going to the animal shelter to feed some bunnies.” “Cool, bro, for CAS?” “Yeah man, all the chicks are there.”* Meanwhile, their fingers are ballroom dancing.  It’s a marvel.
  4. What. This one is a heart breaker.  It isn’t so much a greeting as a reaction to a greeting; reaction as in a REJECTION.  Example: “BRIGIT!!!!” (this is how I greet my friends when I see them, since Hello, as mentioned previously, might be found offensive.  As long as I get their names right, this should suffice, right? Wrong.) “What?” Ouch. Heart. Sunk. I then sulk off to a corner and sob at this rejection.  I was enthusiastically greeting you, and then you respond with “What?” in an annoyed tone?  It’s as if it’s a crime to be excited to see your friends these days!  Is this really what our friendship means to you?  Do you actually believe that if I want to talk to you, the only valuable response is “What do you want?” because my will to interact can only be negative?  It’s deeply offending.  I do give this lecture to Brigit every time she does this to me. (I love you Brigit <3)
  5. Hugs I could devote an entire blog on the etiquette of hugs, and I probably will.  But as a greeting, there are so many ways this could go wrong.  Since I’m the most awkward being in existence, I have plenty of experience on how bad hugs can be.  First, when you don’t know the person.  Perhaps there’s a group of people, and it’s been a while, and so you hug them.  Then there’s that one random who you don’t really know.  They didn’t get a hug, and they look a little down.  Or maybe (and it’s likely) that’s just your imagination.  So after a significant amount of time, enough time where it becomes obvious you were reluctant, you decide to hug that person.  It’s awkward for everyone else, and if you were mistaken for that person’s want for a hug, it can get reaaaaally awkward.  And it just sucks.  And thinking about it makes me tremble in shame, fear, and anxiety.  Like I said, There are several ways for hugs to go wrong in greeting, so I’m keeping it at once example or it will expand by far too much.  besides, I’m sure you are familiar with some others.

So there is my list of unconventional and often unpleasant greetings.  Please offer any you have to add, and don’t pretend none of these have ever happened to you.  Unless you’ve never greeted anybody.  In that case… Hello.

Anddd goodbye!

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Chocolate Cake and Jesus Christ

Monday 25th April, 2011 - 3:46pm

I am obsessed with music.  I’m not going to claim that I like it more than you, like some of those obnoxious “hipster” cool kids who claim superiority and say they “live for music” and tell you that you “wouldn’t understand.”  I do not actually believe that without music I would die, and I’m not melodramatic about music like some people are…

I do love music though.  It fascinates me.  I listen to it everyday, and I like quite a range.  I play guitar, used to play piano, I sing, and I’m starting violin.  I love developing my skills on creating music, and playing with Logic Pro is addicting.  What creates good songs and beats- the psychology behind “catchiness”, it all fascinates me so much.

But there’s something, oddly enough, that never really got to me: Lyrics.  Obviously I can distinguish Taylor Swift from Rebecca Black, but I have friends who find music is like poetry.  I know a lot of lyrics, and there are songs that I think have good lyrics, but what matters to me more is the sound and melody.  This was until I heard this song.

Listen: Home – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Something about this song is so sweet, poignant.  It reminds me of where I’m from in America, where my family lives in Mississippi, it has this country feel (maybe because the first words are Alabama, Arkansas?).  But the lyrics are what really get me for this song. The first time I listened to it, I didn’t like it too much, until the chorus came. “Home is Wherever I’m with You.”

It reminds me of the Notebook, it seems like the sweetest romance in the world.  I would die for a relationship reminiscent to this song.  Excuse the corniness, but… This song is what love sounds like.  If you watch their live recording, you can tell how much fun they have with it.  The girl singing is just dancing about.  Everyone in the room is smiling.  I also deeply envy their whistling skills…

I have no explanation for my indifference towards lyrics.  I respect them, I judge them, but I just don’t care as much.  I find this strange for a writer.  It explains why I can’t song write though! What songs have lyrics that touch you?  Do you find lyrics more important than rhythym?  Am I just CRAZAY?

Also I think I’m going to do this as a duet with someone, I’ll keep you updated ;) (I’m dying to! I learned it on guitar and everything!)

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Goodbye- A Poem

Monday 18th April, 2011 - 11:01pm

Maybe they just met
But that one sure is sure
Sent to the beyond
So far, there is no cure

Casual Hello’s and Hi’s
Will never be the same
As that shining moment
When they met that day

As they began to part
Their conversation held
Eventually it faded
But that one surely fell

Reactions were not mutual
For the other, all was gone
Their meeting was forgotten
The feelings weren’t as strong

But that one still remembers
Never giving up
Doubting that their meeting
Was just a bout of luck

Perhaps the other will see
What there might could be
Or maybe hope will die
And their meeting was Goodbye

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I Miss My iPhone

Friday 8th April, 2011 - 9:12pm

This is my beautiful and inspirational story on why I despise IT guys.
I am quite possibly an addict. Unfortunately, my drug has been scornfully whisked away from me, and that drug would be my iPhone 3GS. Of course this happened in February, but I’m still awfully plagued with my loss.

It all started with the new kid. I was eating lunch discussing the laws of borderline sexual harassment with my friends when my bus driver, an old Dutch guy, approaches me at the lunch table and informs me that there will be a new kid on my bus and I would have to be at the stop 10 minutes earlier. Absolutely terrible information to receive to begin with, right? RIGHT. I mean, NOBODY sane wants to wake up 10 minutes earlier.  Anyways, I nonetheless obliged and showed up at my bus stop Monday morning accordingly…Not.

I was to be at my stop at 7:40 AM.  I left the house at 7:41.
But in my defense, my bus driver is a super chill guy. It’s not even a bus, it’s actually a bus service, but the guy drives a minivan and picks up kids in that mini van. It’s pretty cool. And Unique.

So I get to my stop, and I check the clock ON MY iPHONE, and it’s 7:45. That was the last time I used my faithful iPhone, and that moment I took it for granted, a thought I remorsefully shake my head at.

I freak out and decide I’ve missed my bus, so I run home, throw my phone & PE bag in my bike’s saddle bag and run in my house to get money.  I yell at my mom, exit, and prior to mounting my bike, I feel around for my phone only to realize I had put it in the saddle bag.  I reach in… to discover a 20cm deep puddle.  My iPhone had sunken to the bottom.  Murmuring curse words to myself, I shoved the soaked phone into my ugg and started biking to the bus station.  At this rate, I was going to be tardy.

While biking, something I partially expected to happen occured:

I saw my school bus waiting for me.

Turns out, the new kid was starting to ride the bus TOMORROW. Oops.

I got to school and complained to my art teacher and recited the story I’ve just told you (it’s quite recited), and being the chill teacher she is, she told me to go to the IT guys and fix it while I can. Field trip!

So that I did. They suggested that I could put it in a bag of rice to dry it out, advice I REALLY should have taken, but offered to put it in the server room to dry out.  So I gave it to them, and they told me to pick it up in a week.  I thought it was a long time, but whatever saved my phone.

However, when I went the next Monday to the IT office to pick up my hopefully resurrected phone, the man said:

Oh, we lost it.

He’s kidding, right? I thought to myself… But he said he’d check. I waited for a long time (and actually missed my school bus going home, ironically.)

He came back to inform me it was indeed gone, nonchalantly. No big deal.  Not like it was his fault, right?

So for about 2 weeks I battled these guys but all they came up with in the end, even AFTER talking to my intimidating mother, was that they’re sorry that my phone got stolen.

The best part is that my mom refuses to oblige my need for my drug by replacing my phone, because this situation is, in fact, ENTIRELY my fault. So I’m phoneless.

IT guys were so smug about it, too. It was like they were secretly laughing at my “incidental misfortune”…

I really miss my phone. Also, I’m back! Hope you like the new layout.  Some of the links are still awkward, so I’ll fix that and we’ll be all set, ja? JA! :D

Am I the only one who hates IT guys? What would you do in my situation?  Do I deserve a new iPhone? I’d love your opinion…

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