The beautiful United States of America.
Mew, you little shit. You broke the flow
And yes, I will tag all these little shits. Just you watch
"Whether a parting be forever or merely for a short time… That is up to you.”
Embrace your dreams! And never, ever let go of your pride as a SOLDIER. Well, you never really managed to become a SOLDIER. But it’s a matter of heart, anyway!
Drowning in my sleep I’m drowning in my sleep
So, today I met a bunch of super cool folks. They were part of the UCSF christian fellowship and they did tons of different things from pharmacy to dentistry to medicine and psychology. I guess they’re not that different at all.
But anyways, I went to meet these people with HUGE preconceived notions of what they would be like. After all, I hoped to have a life like theirs in the next 4-5 years. When I envision myself at that time, I envision a beautiful woman (definitely not a girl and far from teenager) who has her life together. She walks with the best mixture of poise, grace, and glamour and lets nothing stand in her way. I was basically a modern superhero that ROCKED my life.
And then I meet these people. They are unmistakably and disappointingly normal. They weren’t particularly good looking, charismatic, or put together. While they weren’t bad looking, unfriendly, or scatterbrained they also were NOT what I pictured myself being in that time. I think I had this idea that I would eventually transform into that perfect, idealized version of myself that I always wanted to be. It was always: once I graduate high school, once I get to college, once I get into med school, etc. I figured that at some point I would be done learning, changing, and growing. But seeing these people who are almost too human reminded me that we never change. We don’t reach that perfect peak and it’s okay. Life is all about the journey because the journey is all we have. We live every day constantly changing and experiencing new things and for many of us this will happen until the day we die. And I’m trying to be okay with this because it means that my dream self will never come to fruition and I’m also SO OKAY with this because now I never have to live up to that impossible standard of perfection.
Also, I’m pretty sure I was chased in my car by either a zombie or a crazy man. I’m inclined to believe the former.
I feel like just because other people don’t live up to your expectations doesn’t mean that you can’t live up to your own. Impossible standards of perfection are impossible (duh), but you could totally become a cool mixture of poise, grace, and glamour if you work for it! I don’t think those kinds of changes happen by themselves through aging or going to school, but they happen through conscious effort to become the person you want to be.
February 27th, 2014 7:55pm
My new hippie-ish housemate invited me to share drinks with her and all of her friends in her email contacts, but I’m only twenty and I have social anxiety in trying to be casual and chummy with people who are over six years older than me. Still though, her email invite talked about valuing connection over capitalism, and it had a pretty great picture of outer space so I’m inclined to go be hippie-ish with them.
February 27th, 2014 10:07pm
Well I went. I didn’t meet my new best friend or the love of my life (or did I?), but I did have a pleasant time and got to talk about film school, living in New York, and Noah Baumbach with a cool 36 year old grad student. This might become a regular Thursday thing.
(Partly writing this post to recommend that SOME of my friends be more daring and step outside of their social boundaries to meet new people!)
I had a professor once who liked to tell his students that there were only 10 different plots in all of fiction. Well, I’m here to tell you he was wrong. There is only one: “Who am I?”
Ichigo and Rukia: Chapter 421 vs Chapter 570
“Before the story was decided a Shingami uniform popped up into my mind. Unlike the design we have now it was like a uniform from Catholic school where they wore a black jacket over a white blouse with a black bowtie… and they carried a huge scissors. I thought that was what Shinigami was like. After that, to match Rukia’s design I changed Ichigo’s character design. Like Rukia had black hair so it’s best if Ichigo didn’t have black hair.” - Kubo Tite thus the IchiRuki matching games started.