You Think It’s Ironic And Awesome, But Really You Look Like A Tool

05 Tuesday Oct 2010

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1. Using china tea cups for tea that you bought after someone else used them and you thought it was cool (IE that girl that you want to be because she’s effortless, Lady Gaga). Don’t get me wrong, I used tea cups for a while, but it was not because they were cool, it’s because I had a shit load of them given to me for college ware and decided they would come in handy as bowls for small amounts of food, shots, and ashtrays.

2. Calling yourself a bitch and then acting like one to prove that you really are truly a bitch. We get it. We don’t want to actually be your friends. The problem here is that people often over-accentuate negative things about themselves, I do it with my nosey-ness, but only when it comes into play. For instance, when I ask a lot of questions I mention that I’m really nosey and you can tell me it’s non of my B I Business. If you open a conversation saying “I’m a bitch.” Where does it go from there?

3. You have 29 profile pictures. In 10 of them you are artfully and purposefully smoking a cigarette. I’ve had profile pictures where I’m smoking cigarettes before, but I realized that what people actually WANTED to see was my face, not my cool-urban smoking style. Because it’s not cool or urban. It’s pretty unattractive to a lot of people. Poor me and my nicotine.

4. That indie film that no one but you and your best friend has seen? The one that you quote all the time and laugh about because you watched it high off your ass and missed half of it because you had to go in the kitchen to get munchies? I saw it. It sucked.

5. You drank an entire handle of liquor and didn’t get drunk? That’s amazing, you didn’t even… oh, you did puke. Then I think maybe you’re delusional. And for the record, I’m not impressed. It’s way more fun to drink three shots and be hammered than waste an entire handle by vomiting it right back up.

The Red Tent

01 Friday Oct 2010

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Oh my goodness. I’m looking at various translations of the story of Dinah, from Genesis 34. I love her. Probably because I read a completely fictional book about her, and also because she did something that not many of her people did: she went out to hang with the people of the land, instead of just sitting around in her mother’s tent.
KJV: 1And Dinah the daughter of Leah, which she bare unto Jacob, went out to see the daughters of the land. 2And when Shechem the son of Hamor the Hivite, prince of the country, saw her, he took her, and lay with her, and defiled her. 3And his soul clave unto Dinah the daughter of Jacob, and he loved the damsel, and spake kindly unto the damsel. 4And Shechem spake unto his father Hamor, saying, Get me this damsel to wife.
NLT: 1 One day Dinah, the daughter of Jacob and Leah, went to visit some of the young women who lived in the area. 2 But when the local prince, Shechem son of Hamor the Hivite, saw Dinah, he seized her and raped her. 3 But then he fell in love with her, and he tried to win her affection with tender words. 4 He said to his father, Hamor, “Get me this young girl. I want to marry her.”
YLT: 1And Dinah, daughter of Leah, whom she hath borne to Jacob, goeth out to look on the daughters of the land, 2and Shechem, son of Hamor the Hivite, a prince of the land, seeth her, and taketh her, and lieth with her, and humbleth her; 3and his soul cleaveth to Dinah, daughter of Jacob, and he loveth the young person, and speaketh unto the heart of the young person. 4And Shechem speaketh unto Hamor his father, saying, `Take for me this damsel for a wife.’

What happened to Dinah? She went to hang out with some girls from town (they could have met on a walk, or at the well, maybe they wanted to make dinner or something) and this prince-dude saw her. Then, he did the following: Took her, seized her, lay with her, raped her, defiled her, and humbled her. Whaaaat? All of those things? Let’s think about this from the human perspective: How many men who pick random women to rape then fall in love with their victims and marry them? I’m pretty sure that doesn’t happen very often. Personally, I think that what fits best in this story is that he took her, lay with her/defiled her, and possibly humbled her. Because when sex happens without marriage (at least in that time period), its defiling. And when that kind of vulnerability happens, it can humble the hardest of people.

I think that what really makes this an epic story is how her family reacts to the entire thing. Look it up, it’s tragic. They pretend to agree to the marriage, then go in and kill, like, everyone. When I was young I liked the idea of having a family that came to my defense like that, but now that I look back on the story it seems judgmental and closed-minded of them. Then again, these days I would rather live my own life than one so connected to my relatives.

The Dirty Dozen

20 Monday Sep 2010

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Gossip Girl S3 marathon at work (“CeCe’s heart pumps secrets and gin”) AND
Gossip Girl S4!!!!!!!
Receiving my amazing Rebecca Minkoff bag. It’s beautiful and everything I could dream of! (See one of this week’s posts to understand fully)
Putting my expertise to good use and helping with the make-up for a production in MA, turning people into Englishmen, Native American’s, and Elderly.
One of the men who I made up was told that his make-up was so good that it made everything else in the play believable.
Spending time with Six of the coolest boys I’ve ever met. We knew their family back in MA before we moved and we got to reconnect. Their ages range from Three years old to 19, and they are all super smart and nice and I want to insert myself into their lives, simply because I adore them.
Acquiring some cute new shoes and a dress while shopping with Mom, including a pair of kitten heels that I can actually wear anywhere, and a pair of heeled clogs that are super comfy.
Along those same lines, getting a mani-pedi was really really nice!
Mom being sort of on board with the prospect of me being her personal assistant.
Going to an appointment with mom and finding the most amazingly magical back-yard that I’ve ever seen! It was a little overgrown and had a beautiful shack that I would like to live in like Wendy, and a little freshwater pond/lagoon with ducks!
Got to take a trip to the only interesting place in this state and pretend to be a city person. Hopped to three bars and table dance like a fool, ending the night with McDonald’s in the car. Delish!
Two words: Chuck Bass.

Confidence, Cohen.

20 Monday Sep 2010

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I’ve been thinking recently about confidence. The definition of the word as a noun is full trust; belief in the powers, trustworthiness, or reliability of a person or thing. So in my words, being confident is about having the belief in yourself that you will succeed at what you are going to do, and that you can trust yourself to be the best you that there is. This would apply in asking for a small loan, buying bread, spitting out your toothpaste. have encountered a few people lately who have surprised me at their lack of self-confidence, and it’s not only making me sad but getting on my nerves! It’s really annoying to have to constantly be telling people that they rock. So I was thinking about what goes into self-confidence, and here is my personal formula:

KNOW YOURSELF: Self-confidence is not the same as being delusional. I am confident in my ability to have little fear of strangers. I am also confident in the fact that I cannot speak German. I am confident that I will be able to say something to piss off others at any given point in time. I am also confident that I can sometimes say the right thing. In order to be able to trust and believe in yourself you must be able to see your entire being, flaws and gifts, and know what they are so that you can also…
ACCEPT YOURSELF: Acceptance of your shortcomings and your strengths are important because only through acceptance is there any chance of change. This is something that so many people will not agree with or accept, because seeing the bad with the good makes us squirm. But repressing things or ignoring things… it’s like putting leftovers in the fridge and not taking them out for months. What you get when you do take them out is something with its own life source and mold and mutations, and it’s even more alarming and disgusting than you thought it could ever be. When you accept the parts of you that you would consider bad you are accepting yourself as a human being. This doesn’t give you the right to throw it in other’s faces, but the ability to maneuver with what you have in a way that plays up your good, even possibly giving you room to take those leftovers and mix them with something else to make something delicious.
ACT IT: Even when you don’t think you can do something, or you don’t think you deserve something, even when you think others will think the worst, act like you know that you can do it, you know you deserve it, and no one else matters. And hopefully you will start to think this way. Because it’s true.

What Else Can I Do But Get Excited?

14 Tuesday Sep 2010

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Today I was thinking at work about how I wanted to update this thing before going to Concord, MA for the night tomorrow, because like HELL am I lugging around a lappy-top for no reason. We’re all going because my Ma is doing the make-up for a stage production, and I think I’ll end up backstage helping her out more than seeing the show. I don’t mind, I love make-up and I grew up doing all this stuff. So I wanted to update but I was thinking about how I didn’t feel well and I was sad because I had an epiphany: maybe it would be really nice to have someone around who wants to take care of me when I don’t feel so well. Part of the reason I get so grumpy when I feel ill is because all my family does is ask really (I mean REALLY) stupid questions and don’t listen to the answers and then don’t give a chipmunk’s foot about any of it afterward, as if just acknowledging that I don’t feel well means they can now treat me like I feel fine. Wouldn’t it be nice if someone were around who actually wanted to hug me, or let me sit down and have some quiet, or maybe even take care of me a little. So basically I thought that I had nothing to put up here that was positive.

Then I got home and BAM! My purse was in the kitchen!

So I remembered, thanks to mail, that I have some good things to write about. This bag is kick-ass. It’s real leather, it’s nice and spacious but not too big, it’s got the inside side pockets and one on the outside, it zips, it’s got cool clippy-things, it’s got the eyelet things so it looks like a rock star… Basically it’s my bag. And here’s a picture of my manicure from yesterday, because I really like the color.