Friday, March 28, 2014

#FITBF: my favorite season is...


On a side note, I am sick of this eternal winter we seem to be having. Hey Mother Nature, stop it (let it go!) with the snow already!

Friday, March 14, 2014

#FITBF: the fictional world I would like to visit is...

...the world of Harry Potter!

What fictional world would you want to visit? Tweet your answer with the hashtag #FITBF, or share your thoughts in your own blog or video, and let me know!

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

the way I see it: I want to be a Hufflepuff.

I've never understood what was wrong with being a Hufflepuff. "Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o' duffers," Hagrid tells Harry in the first book, which sets the tone for the rest of the series when it comes to describing Hufflepuffs. Nobody wants to be sorted into Hufflepuff. They don't have a single-word description that comes quickly to mind (Gryffindors: brave; Ravenclaws: smart; Slytherins: cunning). They're implied to be the House full of "leftovers," filled with the unexceptional and the plain.
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal.
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil.
The Sorting Hat describes Hufflepuffs as loyal--which is only a negative trait if you're blindingly loyal to folks who mislead you--and "unafraid of toil." They're hard workers, and brave in the face of strife as we see during the Battle of Hogwarts (second to Gryffindor, Hufflepuff had the most House members who stayed behind to fight).

Monday, March 10, 2014

things I don't understand.

I don't understand why some people would go to a coffee shop to hang out but not order anything. I was at my local coffee shop this weekend and two people came in and sat down at the table next to me to chat. They sat there for nearly two hours and didn't order a single thing. By the time I left, they were still sitting there talking with zero indication they would be ordering any drinks or pastries any time soon.

I don't understand people who text while they walk--especially on crowded sidewalks.

I don't understand the "sagging pants" trend. I've never understood this. Is it comfortable for you to have to hold your pants up as you walk? Somebody, please explain.

I don't understand people who don't return shopping carts properly. In college, I worked as a courtesy clerk at a grocery store and did everything from bagging groceries to sweeping. One of a courtesy clerk's duties at the particular store I worked at was something called "lot duty," where we were required to take one-hour shifts standing out in the parking lot (all while wearing a very attractive orange vest) collecting shopping carts. This was particularly terrible at my store because we shared a massive parking lot in a plaza that contained restaurants, a Starbucks, and other various stores--all who received plenty of customers on any given day. Amidst all of the cars that would go zooming in and out of the lot was one singular cart return location, which nobody ever used. I saw more customers leave carts in empty parking spaces, up on grassy areas, and even literally right next to the cart return area.

"Lot duty" was essentially one hour of a poor courtesy clerk darting cars and trying to yank shopping carts out of all corners of a gigantic parking lot. It was not fun.

Friday, March 7, 2014

#FITBF: I am a self-professed...

Something you may not know about me, but that I'll gladly share with anyone: I am a self-professed Shakespeare nerd.

What's something you want to share about yourself that people might not know? Tweet your answer with the hashtag #FITBF, or share your thoughts in your own blog or video, and let me know!

Thursday, March 6, 2014

the way i see it: don't underestimate yourself.

During my freshman year of high school, I found myself accidentally enrolled in a one-quarter dance class. I can't remember what elective I had wanted instead, but the only one that worked with my scheduled happened to be Intro to Dance, and I remember being completely frantic about it.

"I don't think I can do this," I said to the vice principal during spring break before the quarter began. I was more terrified to take dance than I was to struggle through my Intro to Art class (which I barely passed, by the way, and only did so because of extra credit).

I tried half a dozen ways to get out of the class, but failed at each one. The vice principal told me not to worry and said everything would be fine. "Just give it a try, it won't be that bad!"

So after much hyperventilating, the quarter began and there I was at 8:15 a.m. each morning--suiting up for dance class. And guess what? (I think you can guess...)

Monday, March 3, 2014

the way we (don't) write.

"I'm going to set the timer for 20 minutes. In those 20 minutes, you cannot put your pen down--just keep writing. Even if it's just a random string of words or you're just writing, 'I don't know what to write.' You can write about something that's related to your story or...just write about anything. The idea is that you may end up writing pages and pages worth of crap, but there may be at least one sentence or phrase in there you'll like and be able to use."

He dimmed the lights and started up a playlist of instrumental jazz, and said, "Go."

The hardest thing about writing most days is simply the act of getting started. As I've mentioned before, I suffer from horrible writer's block from time to time, and there are few remedies that work to clear me of my own personal hang ups.

But this writing method an old journalism professor introduced to me in a workshop in college is a practice I've carried with me whenever I write. And it works (at least, for me). Sure, sometimes I end up with four pages of complete nothingness, but it normally frees up my mind to continue on a path of creativity and thought.

That's the main purpose behind this quest to write as often as possible and throw it out into the world with little request for feedback. I used to obsessively write in a diary when I was little, and then when I started blogging, I would go through these phases of "I have so much to say!" to "What's the point?"