In honor of King Tut....

Since King Tut's tomb will be in the works of getting a facelift over the next two years, I find it only appropriate to honor his great Egyptian king self with this clip:

Fluidity

Graduation is quickly approaching for this chicka, and as all seasons come to term one begins to ponder the content of the next chapter of life. I started thinking about family in particular tonight, and more specifically what I will mine to look like. Family manifests itself in so many different ways in this modern day, and I'd just like to say, in passing, that I'm very thankful for this social reality.

Among all the options for the environment in which a romantic relationship can sustain, I foresee myself choosing marriage if the opportunity is presented. However, marriage will not be in my near future as with my being a modern woman I have the choice to decide. Perhaps in a few years when I have a bachelor's and master's degree under my belt and perhaps a satisfying career in the beginning stages, I will consider a marriage proposal. And even then, after I have been married, I do not know if I will be inclined to want children immediately nor ever. But the beauty of such decisions is that as a contemporary woman I will be making them on my own, not under the jurisdiction of a man or by the coercion of his love.

But I am wrong to think that I only need to address the influence of a lone man over my life when it comes to decision making. Though I cannot remove myself from my society, I can strive to be unmoved by the majority opinion if I find it to be unfavorable. Religious dogma and stereotypical societal thought will not own me, but practicality will have my ear.

I'm thrilled that it is possible to keep a mind unique and open. Condemnation of any such way is hardly desirable as one never knows what time and environment might bring; irony often rears its funny head when we pigeon-hole ourselves. Decisions must be made delineating our individual philosophies, granted, but being of open-mind means that the boundaries we set around those philosophies are fluid. Philosophy must be ready to debate and open to review.

So in short, I don't know what my future holds, if I have one, but I do hold a rough sketch of its sequence in my head. It probably won't turn out exact, but close enough to count-pending I don't die tomorrow. Hey-it could happen.

Scarves, Tea, and Soup

I went to Barnes and Noble tonight. I walked through the doors and there was this distinct smell of paper. Book paper. I had never noticed it before. It was a good smell, a refreshing smell.

I sat in the Starbucks cafe. I was there to study, which rarely goes well because I'm surrounded by all these interesting books and it's seldom that my "study" books are interesting. And to top that, I was encircled by all these amusing people. I like to people watch. My mom told me not to stare when I was little, but sometimes I just don't realize I'm doing it. I hardly get caught, but still it's rude...I guess.

Human behavior is a curious thing. There's a lot that can be told about someone simply based upon their body language. It's weird that I can loathe or like someone solely upon how they carry themselves. There was this guy tonight that was a loather. He was waiting in line to order a cup of coffee, and he just had this cocky stance going on. I knew what he was saying to himself, "I'm gonna mack on this Starbucks' girl, and she is going to fall all over me." Wrong, dude, I just saw her boyfriend leave, and he's got a lot more going for him than you do! So, I watched the scene progress. Guess what he did; he totally macked on her. It was nauseating to watch. Ahh the mating practices of arrogant people, how amusing. Anyway, he got a pretzel to eat, and he ate it with such intensity...rip it with the teeth, chew so my chiseled jaw is pronounced, prowl the perimeter with my eyes, rip it with the teeth, chew so my chiseled jaw is pronounced, etc. I was getting a lot of studying done...

After I realized my blood pressure was rising, I thought it might be best to just give up the fruitless attempt to study and peruse the interesting books. I did a quick sweep and suddenly was overcome with this warm fuzzy feeling. It's going to be fall soon. There will be a chill in the air and reason to wear a scarf. Tomato soup is going to make it's annual debut at Panera, and it will be suitable and desirable to sip hot tea again. Halloween is right around the corner and there are football games to attend. Fall is by far, by leaps and bounds, my favorite season. In fact, I think I was starting to get the summer time blues. I'm not a huge fan of winter~it's too cold. Spring is alright but it just reminds me that blistering heat is right around the corner. I sincerely love autumn with all it's beautiful colors and crisp evenings. I would not give my full, undivided love to any other season. It's perfect.

I can't wait to crunch my first leaf. I can't wait to drink my first cup of cinnamony tea. I'm ready for sleeping with tons of covers because of the chill. House is starting soon. Grey's will be on next week. There are so many things to look forward to! I'm thankful I live in a place where there are seasons and especially the joy of autumn. Bowling Green can be crumby sometimes. I mean get a Whole Foods, seriously! But tonight, Bowling Green was more than okay. All that mattered tonight was that Bowling Green is beckoning Fall and that's okay with me.

Mañana

Tomorrow...or I guess today, considering it's 2:38 in the morning...so today, I'm finally starting my internship at Greenview Hospital. Now don't get too excited, because I'm not allowed to see any patients. Criminal Background checks are funny things, especially when you send off for one and wait days to get it back only to find out you sent off for the wrong one. Cool, real cool. Note to self and reminder to readers, communication is a good thing.

The one thing that I'm super excited about is that for this internship I'm required to wear a lab coat. It's cool, I know you're jealous. I'm gonna look so Grey's Anatomy, minus the scrubs and the doctor thing, but whatever. Oh and it must pay to look good because I've already spent more than $150 on this internship thing...yeah out of pocket. Trust me it's thrilling.

So despite the money thing and the ridiculous amount of time spent waiting to start, I'm excited about tomorrow. 9am ya'll, I'll be there confined to my supervisor's office because apparently I'm a threat to patients without verification that I'm not a threat. Who knows, maybe this criminal background check will tell me something about myself I don't already know...like that I'm really a staunch criminal that has amnesia so can't remember anything about her past life and the grusomeness of its existence. My life is not a nighttime soap opera...sorry sometimes I have to remind myself or I get all twistified and mystical. So I'll do my hour thing, walk out and have the rest of the day. Bittersweet, but true. Oh well, all I'm saying is I better start this week.

P.S. Where can I get a flu shot?

What I know today...

Sunglasses work great if you aspire to not be seen...or rather recognized.

Jeans suck on a bike.

Some people really are just stupid.

Drivers don't know what to do with bikers on the road except for maybe freeze and forget all motor skills.

Snack pack pudding is good anytime.

I've never wanted a shower more than I do now.

And finally, cherry Coke Zero is an especially good investment. 

Either here nor there...

Damn, I hate it when I want to sleep but I have whirling thoughts in my head…

So recently I’ve been wondering why it matters so particularly that the stories we read are fiction or nonfiction.  I am fairly certain why. It is because we digest them differently depending.  Yes, it is true stories are stories and often we project ourselves within them no matter the case, but why must it be so crucial to our well being to declare them as true or untrue?

So as I thought I began to examine the ways in which I analyze and apply fiction and nonfiction writing, well at least those that expressedly say they are one or the other.

For example, I read a book by C.S. Lewis over a year ago named Perelandra.  It paralleled the Adam and Eve story.  Two beings, set upon a planet with both good and evil, and later presented with a savior of the planet.  I read that story knowing it was fiction; mostly what I gathered from the story was applicable to reality only in moral form insomuch as I learned a lesson from the story.  It mattered that it was untrue because if it were then it would mean there was life on Venus and a God or multiple gods that have used a similar story for creation to begin life on other planets.  But the moral would impact reality aside from the stories truthfulness simply because the story influenced me.

But then I started thinking about stories that I have read that are professedly true.  I am apart of the story only in the sense that I live on the same planet as the creatures that are being spoken about and the fact that I do is monumental.  It is so because our coexistence means something.  It means that I could quite possibly have impact on their life or lives or have been impacted by their life or lives.  Nonfiction stories have morals though they are often not planned by the author.  Emphasis could be called planning in a very loose form, I suppose.  Those morals, if impactful, motivate us to go out and change or explore our reality whether external or internal (We of course could argue if external action has changed then something internal influenced those outside actions, in other words, REAL internal and external change tend to meld together, however this is nearly irrelevant.).  Yet, again, a moral to a fiction story can be just as in/externally altering as that of nonfiction.

So if I’m speaking in terms of revolutionary moral, fiction or nonfiction is often beside the point, for me at least.

So all this to wonder why it matters if any of the Old Testament stories are fiction or fact…Many, examined one by one, are about the moral, and they affect our reality in that such way.  Why should it matter whether they’re true or not?  Moral is gathered from both fiction and non and is impactful either way.       

Anyhow, these are the things that intrigue me...

IKEA

Tomorrow is going to be a monumental day. Yes, it will be the first day of my life that I venture to the long raved about, by my friends, store that grants miracles to poor college students: dining room chairs for $20, sleeper loveseats for $150 dollars, pillows for $3, etc. IKEA is the place where cheap decorating dreams come true. Assembly required, but the price is so worth the few choice cuss words during the building of beauty....

So early to bed tonight for Brittany and I. We have a long drive tomorrow. Comfy shoes will be in order, because after that long drive we'll commence to shop until we can't take it anymore. Oh and when we get back, or maybe the day after....I'll start a petition for the addition of a store in Nashville. Why has that yet to happen? I suppose there are plenty more worthy causes for which to petition...maybe I'll start with those and work my way down to IKEA, that way I'll feel a little less guilty for leading a movement supporting the betterment of shopping in the Southern Kentucky/Northern Tennesee area. Economic stimulant anyone?