Sunday, January 8, 2012
oy ve
I hate this anxiety that I get sometimes. Sometimes it can last for a few days and sometimes just for a little bit. These days I think my anxiety is being caused by needing to ask some professors of mine for letters of recommendations and to turn in applications to different programs, which honestly I have a feeling I won't get into. The next deadline is January 25th. SIGH! Kill me please. My heart keeps feeling like it's about to pump out of my chest and land next to me mockingly. Nothing I do gets me calm. Anything I do I always end up thinking of it. And I keep avoiding doing the things I need to do to apply because I'm just scared shitless. I know one can't just sit back and not do anything because in a sense that is admitting failure and I'm one whos too stubborn to do that. I need to calm down, my heart needs to stop pounding, and I need to stop feeling like I'm about to burst into tears any second from the stress. I have no earthly idea what to do. I can't just sit back and not do anything but any time I want to I over think and stress out and avoid. The circle needs to stop. Its annoying me. I need to figure out how to stop this.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
I found this new band, I think I'm in love. I also love finding bands that are not mainstream! That ruins most songs for me and I hate it. You start to listen to something on the radio and think "I like this" And ttttthen it gets repeatedly gang raped by many radio stations numerous times! So yeah enjoy the new band I've hunted down called Fun. :) i love that name!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efGMdKAX5kU&feature=player_embedded
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efGMdKAX5kU&feature=player_embedded
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
A love poem by Emily Halpern
So I came across this poem on Hello Giggles and I can relate to this! It's funny but so true. I get so engulfed in what I'm doing on my phone that I bump into people or mistakenly ignore the person I'm with (and of course feel horrible when I realize just what I'm doing). I'm such an apple nerd (i'm even writing this via my pro) and my iPhone is just another thing I love from them. Once you go apple you can't go back ;) lol.. Anyways! Drum roll please! DA DA DA DA DA!!!!! THE POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!
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My love. My life. My iPhone.
I love you every hour of the day. Every minute. Every second. No, seriously – Every. Single. Second.
If I could, I would keep you in my hands forever and never put you down. In fact, that is exactly what I do.
Even on a busy street, you’re the only one I see. Often my intense focus on you will cause me to walk into another person – but I don’t care. Even when that person scowls at me and tells me to “Watch where [I’m] going, moron.” Still, I pay him no mind. Because I know that he is only jealous of our love.
Or in a crowded restaurant. Other people may be trying to have conversations. Some of them are even sitting at my table. In fact, they are friends of mine and they are speaking directly to me, because we made plans to eat at this restaurant together. But their voices are merely noise in the background. Because I am holding you, caressing you, my iPhone. And we are one.
When you ring for me - oh, how my heart fills with joy! For your ringtone is my favorite ringtone of all time, one that I downloaded especially for you. It is our song. It is the Gilligan’s Island theme song.
Initially I downloaded it ironically, as a joke. But now I love it, just as I love you.
Love is funny that way, iPhone. You never know where or when you will find it. For a while, I thought I had found love with my ex-boyfriend Tim. But that was before I met you. Tim soon grew jealous of our relationship – our frequent calls, our midnight e-mails, our furtive text messages…
And then there was that time you started ringing while Tim and I were having sex. Just as he was saying something about getting married – there you were: “Juuust sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip!” Admittedly, the timing was unfortunate. But I was powerless against your siren song. I turned towards the bedside table and extended my hand, lusting for your touch.
Tim never understood our love. I tried to convince him that he held a special place in my heart, but who was I kidding? You’re the only one for me, iPhone. When Tim issued his final ultimatum – “That piece of plastic, or me!” – the choice was easy.
At last we are alone, free to plan our future. Oh iPhone, we have such plans, you and I! First we will – wait a minute…
… Um, iPhone, why is your screen suddenly freezing so I can’t access my contacts?
…and why is Angry Birds taking like 20 minutes to load?
…and why does Siri keep telling me how many calories there are in a bagel, when what I asked for was directions to the nearest gas station?
Just a moment, please, iPhone. I have to call my service provider.
“Uh huh. Uh huh. Technical glitch? I see. Thank you.”
Well, iPhone, we had some fun. And I will always cherish our time together. But I think we’ve grown apart, don’t you? Don’t take it too hard. What’s important now is that we both move on.
[Trip to Apple store]
Oh, newer iPhone. I love you so much. No, seriously – So. Much.
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My love. My life. My iPhone.
I love you every hour of the day. Every minute. Every second. No, seriously – Every. Single. Second.
If I could, I would keep you in my hands forever and never put you down. In fact, that is exactly what I do.
Even on a busy street, you’re the only one I see. Often my intense focus on you will cause me to walk into another person – but I don’t care. Even when that person scowls at me and tells me to “Watch where [I’m] going, moron.” Still, I pay him no mind. Because I know that he is only jealous of our love.
Or in a crowded restaurant. Other people may be trying to have conversations. Some of them are even sitting at my table. In fact, they are friends of mine and they are speaking directly to me, because we made plans to eat at this restaurant together. But their voices are merely noise in the background. Because I am holding you, caressing you, my iPhone. And we are one.
When you ring for me - oh, how my heart fills with joy! For your ringtone is my favorite ringtone of all time, one that I downloaded especially for you. It is our song. It is the Gilligan’s Island theme song.
Initially I downloaded it ironically, as a joke. But now I love it, just as I love you.
Love is funny that way, iPhone. You never know where or when you will find it. For a while, I thought I had found love with my ex-boyfriend Tim. But that was before I met you. Tim soon grew jealous of our relationship – our frequent calls, our midnight e-mails, our furtive text messages…
And then there was that time you started ringing while Tim and I were having sex. Just as he was saying something about getting married – there you were: “Juuust sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip!” Admittedly, the timing was unfortunate. But I was powerless against your siren song. I turned towards the bedside table and extended my hand, lusting for your touch.
Tim never understood our love. I tried to convince him that he held a special place in my heart, but who was I kidding? You’re the only one for me, iPhone. When Tim issued his final ultimatum – “That piece of plastic, or me!” – the choice was easy.
At last we are alone, free to plan our future. Oh iPhone, we have such plans, you and I! First we will – wait a minute…
… Um, iPhone, why is your screen suddenly freezing so I can’t access my contacts?
…and why is Angry Birds taking like 20 minutes to load?
…and why does Siri keep telling me how many calories there are in a bagel, when what I asked for was directions to the nearest gas station?
Just a moment, please, iPhone. I have to call my service provider.
“Uh huh. Uh huh. Technical glitch? I see. Thank you.”
Well, iPhone, we had some fun. And I will always cherish our time together. But I think we’ve grown apart, don’t you? Don’t take it too hard. What’s important now is that we both move on.
[Trip to Apple store]
Oh, newer iPhone. I love you so much. No, seriously – So. Much.
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