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Sunday, April 13, 2008 by Lindsey
Good Afternoon!
It's a brilliant afternoon here in Oakton, VA - despite the lingering lack of sun. It feels like it's been raining for weeks...now it's just overcast and COLD.
It's one of those perfect days to curl up with a warm Starbucks and read some good literature and just sink into projects and studying...which is just what I'm doing! Hence the development of this blog. I introduced myself in my last post...and now I just rather feel need to rant.
You know, I have this amazingly quirky obsession with Eighties rock music. I think it started with my Mother...she bought a few 80's throwback mix CDs a few years ago, to relive the music of her teenage years, but at this point I've surpassed even her in 80's music knowledge. From U2, to The Police, to Whitesnake, to Men in Hats and Toto...I love and know it all. On days like today, however, I just get this irresistable desire to listen to Billy Joel. Don't get me wrong...I love all types of music, but I have some sort of Billy Joel addiction, I think.
So as I sit here and write, to the void of the internet...picture me rocking out to "My Life" and being a too hyped up on coffee. ;)
After a few weeks of feeling terribly depressed, I am finally feeling very refreshed and content today. I'm not sure why...I'm behind in school, I still don't have a job, my ex-boyfriend and I are still broken up, and it's icey cold in here. But I'm happy. Not even happy, joyful really. I just, cannot resist smiling. I feel more like myself than I've felt in a long time, and I'm loving it.
As you may or may not know, I am the oldest of six children:
Me (Seventeen)
Taylor (Twelve)
Zoe (Ten)
Sophie (Eight)
Declan (Five)
Molly (Six Months)
My siblings decided that today would be the perfect day to perform a circus they've been rehearsing for weeks. Now, anyone who has siblings, or children (or enough remembrance of being under fourteen and putting on a "show") will understand the miserable ramifications that can be associated with such events. First you get the "invitation" during which your fake-smile shares that you will be there, enthusiastically, to watch the juvenile performance. Then...after an hour of frantic scrambling, while you sit there and tap your foot, the children involved finally pull together all of the props needed for their grand production...and the play/show/circus commences.
There are two reasons I have the honor and right to make fun of this occurance. a.) I was very bossy as a little girl, and put on many such ridiculous productions. So, in essence, I am making fun of myself more than anyone. b.) I have had to sit through enough of these performances that God has sufficiently punished me for all of my childhood plays.
Going back to my story, my siblings have actually become fairly proficient and putting on short, well-thought and rehearsed plays. So, after lunch, we (my parents, and myself) were dragged to the front yard to see their amazing circus which consisted of a few well-attempted magic tricks, a five year old lifting a very large stick over his head, and "bubble science." The climax and shining moment of this production, however, was the interpretive dance routine, put on by my sisters Zoe, and Sophie. They began on opposite ends of our long circular drive, while Taylor began the triumphant and punky classical music. They ran melodramatically towards each other, and flounced around (as most 7-11 year old girls with no dance training generally do) for a good 2.5 minutes. Then, however, they were clever enough to throw something very creative into the mix. Declan ran frantically into the scene with a short stick, and "stabbed" Zoe to death. She lay on the concrete flopping like a fish, while Sophie ran to her dying side, and took the stick/knife, and stabbed herself, falling to hear death on top of the twitching Zoe.
The song ended.
It was the most amazingly funny thing I have seen in a very long time. I think, that every children's play, should end with a death scene so prolific.
Being the Geek that I am, I'm not a particularly social person. I have a few close friends (most living in other states.) and tend to stay to myself and the virtual empire I've built for myself among my internet friends. I have decided, however, that youth is a time for exploration and meeting new people...and have found a local Writer's club that I'm going to be attending this Wednesday.
For anyone who is even remotely geeky...you can understand what sort of pressure going alone to a social event is. Probably, most anyone, has felt the pressure and stress of facing an entire group of people alone, making yourself vulnerable and open to mocking failure. Obviously, situations rarely turn out so dismally. This, however, is how I am feeling about this event. On the one hand, I'm excited, and looking forward to meeting some intelligent, and like-minded potential friends. On the other hand...I'm incredibly nervous and feeling a little reclusive.
So, I'm putting this topic up for comment-discussion. I'm asking you to throw in your two cents and debate/discuss/advise on the best method to approach social gatherings.
Comment Question #1: How do you relax in these sorts of situations?
And...I would continue to ramble aimlessly but I've just realized that I haven't eaten today...as well as the fact that I have classes tomorrow, and studying to do.
Be sure to comment with any thoughts or hopes or rants. I'm always around to listen, advice, discuss, debate, and soak in the culture and thoughts of others!
With that said, have an absolutely spectacular day!
-Lindsey Ann
It's a brilliant afternoon here in Oakton, VA - despite the lingering lack of sun. It feels like it's been raining for weeks...now it's just overcast and COLD.
It's one of those perfect days to curl up with a warm Starbucks and read some good literature and just sink into projects and studying...which is just what I'm doing! Hence the development of this blog. I introduced myself in my last post...and now I just rather feel need to rant.
You know, I have this amazingly quirky obsession with Eighties rock music. I think it started with my Mother...she bought a few 80's throwback mix CDs a few years ago, to relive the music of her teenage years, but at this point I've surpassed even her in 80's music knowledge. From U2, to The Police, to Whitesnake, to Men in Hats and Toto...I love and know it all. On days like today, however, I just get this irresistable desire to listen to Billy Joel. Don't get me wrong...I love all types of music, but I have some sort of Billy Joel addiction, I think.
So as I sit here and write, to the void of the internet...picture me rocking out to "My Life" and being a too hyped up on coffee. ;)
After a few weeks of feeling terribly depressed, I am finally feeling very refreshed and content today. I'm not sure why...I'm behind in school, I still don't have a job, my ex-boyfriend and I are still broken up, and it's icey cold in here. But I'm happy. Not even happy, joyful really. I just, cannot resist smiling. I feel more like myself than I've felt in a long time, and I'm loving it.
As you may or may not know, I am the oldest of six children:
Me (Seventeen)
Taylor (Twelve)
Zoe (Ten)
Sophie (Eight)
Declan (Five)
Molly (Six Months)
My siblings decided that today would be the perfect day to perform a circus they've been rehearsing for weeks. Now, anyone who has siblings, or children (or enough remembrance of being under fourteen and putting on a "show") will understand the miserable ramifications that can be associated with such events. First you get the "invitation" during which your fake-smile shares that you will be there, enthusiastically, to watch the juvenile performance. Then...after an hour of frantic scrambling, while you sit there and tap your foot, the children involved finally pull together all of the props needed for their grand production...and the play/show/circus commences.
There are two reasons I have the honor and right to make fun of this occurance. a.) I was very bossy as a little girl, and put on many such ridiculous productions. So, in essence, I am making fun of myself more than anyone. b.) I have had to sit through enough of these performances that God has sufficiently punished me for all of my childhood plays.
Going back to my story, my siblings have actually become fairly proficient and putting on short, well-thought and rehearsed plays. So, after lunch, we (my parents, and myself) were dragged to the front yard to see their amazing circus which consisted of a few well-attempted magic tricks, a five year old lifting a very large stick over his head, and "bubble science." The climax and shining moment of this production, however, was the interpretive dance routine, put on by my sisters Zoe, and Sophie. They began on opposite ends of our long circular drive, while Taylor began the triumphant and punky classical music. They ran melodramatically towards each other, and flounced around (as most 7-11 year old girls with no dance training generally do) for a good 2.5 minutes. Then, however, they were clever enough to throw something very creative into the mix. Declan ran frantically into the scene with a short stick, and "stabbed" Zoe to death. She lay on the concrete flopping like a fish, while Sophie ran to her dying side, and took the stick/knife, and stabbed herself, falling to hear death on top of the twitching Zoe.
The song ended.
It was the most amazingly funny thing I have seen in a very long time. I think, that every children's play, should end with a death scene so prolific.
Being the Geek that I am, I'm not a particularly social person. I have a few close friends (most living in other states.) and tend to stay to myself and the virtual empire I've built for myself among my internet friends. I have decided, however, that youth is a time for exploration and meeting new people...and have found a local Writer's club that I'm going to be attending this Wednesday.
For anyone who is even remotely geeky...you can understand what sort of pressure going alone to a social event is. Probably, most anyone, has felt the pressure and stress of facing an entire group of people alone, making yourself vulnerable and open to mocking failure. Obviously, situations rarely turn out so dismally. This, however, is how I am feeling about this event. On the one hand, I'm excited, and looking forward to meeting some intelligent, and like-minded potential friends. On the other hand...I'm incredibly nervous and feeling a little reclusive.
So, I'm putting this topic up for comment-discussion. I'm asking you to throw in your two cents and debate/discuss/advise on the best method to approach social gatherings.
Comment Question #1: How do you relax in these sorts of situations?
And...I would continue to ramble aimlessly but I've just realized that I haven't eaten today...as well as the fact that I have classes tomorrow, and studying to do.
Be sure to comment with any thoughts or hopes or rants. I'm always around to listen, advice, discuss, debate, and soak in the culture and thoughts of others!
With that said, have an absolutely spectacular day!
-Lindsey Ann
