The vending machine is now officially named Lance. For the obvious reasons.
I get a daily inspirational email, it is normally Christian based, but not always, and it ranges from fictional excerpts to famous speeches. I received one the other day about being real and sincere, and I liked it because I have been thinking lately about being lovable and being sincere and being at ease with myself and with others. My whole life I have been trying to get control of my awkward tendencies, and I think I have a better grip on them now that I ever have had before, but at the same time I think something is lost with the loss of nerves and awkwardness. But it is all a mind game. I’ll tell you about my mind game with myself.
Tricks I use to not feel awkward in life.
1. In social situations I assume that everyone in the room is excited to see me and wants to talk to me. Most of the time if people don’t want to talk to you, you never really know it, so you might as well assume that they do want to talk to you. Especially if I don’t know people, if I am nervous about going in somewhere (because I definitely get nervous, paralyzing nervous) – before I go into the room or where ever, I take a deep breath and convince myself that everyone in the room wants to meet me and that everyone is going to like me once they do meet me. Now, as you can see by the title of my blog, I am overly optimistic, and I have an overly active imagination. Having control of my imagination is important, it is important for me to focus on the positive and imagine the best, or my imagination might run away with me in the other direction.
2. I try really hard to not react to the way people respond to me if it is negative. Most people are pretty self absorbed (I know I am), and because of this, people’s actions are much more heavily affected by the things going on in their life than they are by me. So if one of my friends is being abrasive or difficult or mean, it probably isn’t my fault. They probably aren’t mad at me. Of course, this isn’t always true, but with regards to the people in your life who you interact with on a regular basis but aren’t really close to, it is a pretty safe bet.
Sometimes I take this one too far, because I don’t react to much of anything. Especially with boys. Because most of the times when girls react they act crazy. And when I mean crazy, I mean jumping to conclusions, either by assuming a seriousness that isn’t really being implied, or by assuming a personal offense that was not intended. Because boys are stupid.
But overall I think with regards to reacting to people – less is more. It helps me stay in a more stable form emotionally. I’m sure this isn’t always good, but this is what I think today.
In the end I think there is something to be said for not being awkward, but it is also easy to end up being one of those people who are terribly intimidating because they seem to not be affected with the difficulties with which the rest of the world struggles. Maybe this doesn’t make sense.
Okay, I have to go do real work now, because I am going to fail out of school.
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It was snowing when I went outside this morning. It was partly cloudy, but with lots of sun, and snowing. Weird. I love that it was snowing, but I hate cold weather.
I am going to the Indigo Girls concert tonight at the 40 watt. I’ve never seen them before, and the 40 watt is really small, so it should be fun. I like going to concerts. I am going to try to go to more concerts.
Live music is cool. This summer I have a bunch of people I want to see. #1 being Dolly Parton. Dollywood, here I come.
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1. My Sigg water bottle. When I lose it (as I’m sure I will one day, me and water bottles have a hard time keeping up with each other) I will go into the depths of depression. It is so pretty. Shiny metallic blue, with thin piece of diving/fishing rope attached to the neck and the top (so I don’t lose the top) that the sweet greek man tied for me, every dent adds character and the "I heart Kephalonia" sticker brings back fond memories.
2. My Red Pen. I love pens, especially red pens. I like to write with red pens on yellow legal pads. I like the way it looks and it makes me feel like an attorney. Right now I have a clicker EnerGel needle tip from Pentel. I don’t highlight much anymore, mostly I just underline with my needle tip red pen. I don’t know what made me switch. I still carry around a highlighter – I like InkTank highlighters the best – but I don’t use it very often.
3. My iPod. Obviously this is a universally loved inanimate object. Mine has a blue iSkin cover that keeps it from getting scratched and works as a shock absorber when I drop it. Plus, I haven’t been able to rip it yet, which is impressive. Along with my iPod, my bose Sounddock is also a much loved inanimate object. Oh, and the remote control that goes along with it. The remote really adds.
Least Favorite Class of Inanimate Objects Currently:
Every Single article of winter clothing. I am tired of needing my sweaters and fleeces. I want to box them up, and seal it with a kiss and put them in the back of the closet until October. It isn’t personal, but now that February is almost over (yea!) I want to get back to my flip flops, tank tops and short skirts. They miss me.
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I went home last weekend. Friday night I went out with friends, and it was a big time. It was great to see J.R. and Mary Beth and all my other MCG friends. Otis and Caleb were in town and ended up spending the night at my house because they didn’t want to sleep on Stephen’s floor.
Saturday morning my mom cooked us sausage swirls and grits and we layed on the couches and watch Police Academy – the first one – which is really one of the most inappropriate movies I have ever seen, but very funny. Then we sat in the Adirondack chairs outside under the pergola, because it was 70 and breezy and sunny. Then the boys went to play golf, and I read Gone With the Wind for a while.
In the late afternoon, my dad called. He had been out in south Augusta, and had stopped at a flea market. (I used to think my brother and I were strange and our parents were normal, but the older I get, the more normal Travers and I appear, and the stranger my parents get).
Daddy: "Guess what I bought at the flea market?"
Me (worried, knowing it could be anything): Uhh, what?
Daddy: "A bantam trio."
Me: "Huh?"
Daddy: "A bantam rooster and two hens to go with him."
Me: "What in the hell are you going to do with a rooster and two hens? It is illegal to have a rooster inside city limits."
Daddy: "I know, but the people down the street have one. Maybe I’ll put them in the backyard and let the dogs chase after them. He is a really pretty rooster, you should have seen him come at this cock fighting rooster. He is tough."
Me: "Oh, then I’m sure he won’t harm our sissy dogs."
Daddy: (chuckling) "Well, maybe I’ll put them at the river."
So Saturday afternoon, I went out to the river with my mom and dad and the bantam trio. My dad stopped at a gas station to get a few beers and to stuff some hay in the crate with the birds. Our river property is just into south carolina, north of north Augusta. It isn’t very far, but my dad likes to stop and show us stuff on the way, like houses he likes, and/or are being built through one of his projects. So my mom is convinced the birds have been smothered by the hay, and my dad agrees. I hate birds, so I refused to sit in the backseat of the car.
Well, the rooster was really pretty, not very big, but lots of different color feathers – all the colors you associate with thanksgiving – orange, yellow, gold, red, and feathers down his legs, like pantaloons. The hens were not that pretty. Of course, there is a fox out at the river, and chicken hawks, and a mess of other predators that would love to pick off a brightly colored flightless bird on the bank of the river. This distressed my mother, but once we put them out there, it would have taken us all night to catch them again. I suggested that my mom and I open a beer and watch my dad TRY to catch the chickens. I thought it would funny. But it was getting cold, so we had to leave them to fate. My mom felt like we were sacrificing the birds to the fox and that they wouldn’t make it though the night. I told her someone would have eaten them at some point in time. I don’t like birds.
Daddy went out to the river on Sunday and the chickens HAD made it through the night. But I talked to Daddy today, and he said the chickens were gone when he went out there yesterday. He said it doesn’t mean they were eaten, they might have just wandered off. But I have my bets on the fox for this one.
Update: Daddy said next time he is going to get ducks, or something more hearty. I guess show chickens aren’t meant for harsh reality.
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I started my first blog a year ago today. It started on livejournal, and I like livejournal a lot.
Probably the most interesting part of my livejournal days involved my time in Greece.
But when I got back from Greece, I wanted to post pictures from Greece, and I had a hard time doing this on livejournal, so I moved to Blogger. But I continued to post on livejournal as well, the same stuff, but on both sites because my law school friends have a sort of community on livejournal.
Eventually, some of my law school friends broke away from livejournal, and I stopped posted to both sites.
But anyway, the point of the post is that I have been doing this for a year, which is crazy, but I love it.
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The bum wandering around the annex, asking everyone how to get out of the library. It took someone downstairs about fifteen minutes to explain to him that he couldn’t go out the door downstairs because it was locked and only for emergencies, and that he needed to upstairs. But somehow or another he ended up on the third floor, and still couldn’t find his way out. From what I overheard, he was under the impression that you couldn’t walk over the bridge. Which leads me to wonder how he ended up in the annex at all.
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I just joined a new group on thefacebook. O.C.G.A. 16-6-11, which is the exact location in the Georgia Code where you find the statute on Pimping.
According to Lexis:
§ 16-6-11. Pimping
A person commits the offense of pimping when he or she performs any of the following acts: (1) Offers or agrees to procure a prostitute for another; (2) Offers or agrees to arrange a meeting of persons for the purpose of prostitution; (3) Directs or transports another person to a place when he or she knows or should know that the direction or transportation is for the purpose of prostitution; (4) Receives money or other thing of value from a prostitute, without lawful consideration, knowing it was earned in whole or in part from prostitution; or (5) Aids or abets, counsels, or commands another in the commission of prostitution or aids or assists in prostitution where the proceeds or profits derived there from are to be divided on a pro rata basis.
Maybe not everyone thinks this is as funny as I do. I don’t think prostitution is funny in real life, I am just impressed by Steven and Todd, who apparently started the group, because having such a group is hilarious. Maybe I’m just a nerd.
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How many dead bodies are required for an episode of law and order? What is the minimum? One? Two? Have you ever seen a Law and Order (of any type) where there wasn’t a dead body? I have seen quite a few of episodes, but I can’t come up with one in which no one died. Thoughts? Comments?
Isn’t there some situation when Law and Order would be appropriate without the (violent) death of someone?
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You’re Thailand!
Calmer and more staunchly independent than almost all those around you, you have a long history of rising above adversity. Recent adversity has led to questions about your sexual promiscuity and the threat of disease, but you still manage to attract a number of tourists and admirers. And despite any setbacks, you can really cook a good meal whenever it’s called for. Good enough to make people cry.
Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
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