Monday, December 10, 2012

Blogging Around

In Nicole H's post, Nicole reflects upon the organization of her closet (her chair) and the accomplishment felt after having organized one of the most impossible areas of a room.


All I could think while reading this was "tru dat". So many people of the opposite sex don't realize how scary girls really are. We aren't made of flowers and giggles and we definitely do poop (pardon the yucky reference to people saying that girls don't poop), but I'm trying to emphasize that when it comes to a system of organization, most of us are pretty awful and this post just rang so true. My chair and my floor have become my closet but after all is organized (after a million and five hours) it feels miraculous. Miraculous enough to reward oneself with a four hour nap. We are the same person and props on this beautifully worded post.

In Isana P's post, she talks about the struggles of correctly organizing her makeup and getting pumped up by "T Swift" in the process.

I feel exactly the same way as you, except for the whole mold thing. And knowing you, the mold part is actually true, there are probably seventeen different classes of mold creating different WORLDS in your room (hehe, well deserved because of the over usage of "T swift" in your post). But I constantly go through this same process, and its true, after cleaning one thing so efficiently and beautifully you're left itching to clean it all. But kudos on all of the make-up organization, it's a lot harder than it seems to those who haven't gotten the wonderful chance to clean up the most disgusting mess one can leave behind (I dont mean you specifically ;)). I'm proud of you though, whether you believe me or not.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Get Organized

        Like most fairly messy teens like myself, I so dreaded the start of this organizaition fiasco because I had a feeling it would take me forever because of my habit of procrastinating on things I don't want to do.

Though I guess my idea of organization would be perceived as a hot mess from someone else's point of view, and to be completely honest, I am absolutely okay with that for the time being. I like to think of it as organized chaos.

Of course I'm not entirely unorganized, there are very few things that I compulsively tailor to my liking, and there has been one important aspect of my being that has yet to be properly settled into the dwelling cave I call a room...
                      My movies.

Over the year or two, I've really taken a liking to collecting my favorite movies, as well as movies i have yet to watch, mostly on tape. Except the problem is that I come  home and leave them in the plastic bag they were placed in and leave them there until they eventually find their own way out. The end result is piles of movies covering what is apparently supposed to be my floor. Ask anyone who has been in my room, it's like tip toeing through an old war zone with hidden underground mines.

I was sitting in my room and I almost didn't know what to do with myself because of the extent of this actually ridiculous mess, but I had to throw myself into it and thought that once I got going, it would go smoother than in my past experiences.

After an hour and a half of sifting through over 150 movies, and arranging them alphabetically (which was a surprisingly calming procedure), saying that I felt accomplished was an understatement. These films were no longer a burden on my brain and my room also didn't look like a pack of wild boars plummeted through the ceiling. I felt like there was a little extra breathing room in my lungs once I was finished, and it was honestly a freeing feeling, no matter how pretentious all of that sounds.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Blogging Around

Stacey said...
To be honest, I love every last sentence that Nicole has written here. It makes me laugh and it makes perfect sense, all the while she's talking about how she makes no sense. We lived and breathed structure and organization, and then they told us that it's more fun for everyone if we don't do it the way we were originally taught.
October 10, 2012 9:48 PM

          NicoleH's blog prompt cracks me up every time I read it, and she's SO right. We were force fed the fundamentals of organization and structure (especially in english classes) until our ears bled and we had to sit there and take it. And no matter how disgustingly dreadful education was back in the day, our teachers were right to make us learn it that like that. You have to really learn the basics before you can go off doing your own thing, because if you never learn the basics then chances are, you aren't going to make any sense and no one will care about a single word you say. And Nicole had a really good point, the most difficult part was learning to think in a way where others would understand you because that was surely an enormous struggle for me for so many years.
Stacey said...
MarieT is absolutely right, these overwhelmingly vibrant and passionate children are basically born into confinement and their lives are set for them from day one. She captures that big idea so well.
October 10, 2012 9:18 PM

        Obviously, most people chose "Born Into Brothels" as best of the week for the last blog that we did, though I think that all of that attention is justified. These kids had such curiosity..such hunger for life and knowledge that they truly valued, it was incredible. Marie makes a good point that not many of us truly appreciate what we have, because let's face it, we've got a lot. But it makes sense, so many of us were born into this lifestyle that we just grew accustomed to all that we have and everything started to blend in, just like those kids were born into a situation that I wouldn't wish upon anyone. Their dreams seemed so wild to them because they hadn't known anything outside of what they were born into, while our dreams (which still seem pretty wild to me) appear to be more realistic because of the flexibility of our lives.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Best of the Week:Born Into Brothels

         There is no doubt in my mind that many people have said that viewing Born Into Brothels was the highlight of the week, though it's kind of an undeniable truth. The film was so raw and truthful and in all honesty, for the majority of the film I felt like I was either fighting back all of the world's tears or I was about to explode from the infinite joy I was experiencing for these children.

It genuinely blew my mind and broke my heart when I realized how truly insightful and full of life these children were. They were speaking of ideas and concepts that I'm not sure I would have thought of on my own, nor would I have payed much attention to it. One of the young girls had pointed out that in order to learn to do something really well, you have to put up with a lot. She makes perfect sense, and it broke my heart knowing that many of these children would not have the opportunity to make something of themselves in the future because of where they were born and raised and how they were raised. It feels as though they were taught many of the wrong things.

 It pained me to know that their insight, curiosity, hopefulness, and their very livelihood would go to waste just because their futures were already predetermined. Their hunger for life and for knowledge was so tangible, it was such a thing of beauty. And although it was sad, Avijit said something that rung so true to me. Although there is sadness and pain, we must still look because it is truth.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

iMedia: Old Man In Nursing Home Reacts To Hearing Music From His Era

I'm not sure that many people truly realize how severely music effects our lives on a daily basis. If humans are stripped of any trace of music in their lives, I believe that they lose a very important part of themselves. It's an unbelievably deep part of our soul and our consciousness, and without it, many of us would lose our sanity. Sometimes music is so overlooked because it surrounds us from every angle, though being estranged from, what I believe to be, a necessity takes a very obvious toll on anybody who would be submitted to such an experience.

This video absolutely blows my mind because before having listened to music perhaps for years, these people are described as basically comatose. Hardly any movement, no reactions or communication, and showing almost no signs of life. Though after having been handed an ipod and a pair of headphones, simply hearing a song they used to listen to instills in them such tangible liveliness and sheer joy. It is one of the most beautiful things I have seen so far, and such nostalgia clearly restores a strong sense of youth in those who have been isolated from music for so many years. Music is immortal and timeless, and for myself, living without music is an impossible task. It is so deeply rooted in my brain that if it were to be taken from me, my mental state would spiral downwards and I definitely would not end up the same person. This video is tragically beautiful, and it shows a human's raw emotions when they gain a long lost piece of their consciousness.