First Morning Thoughts

I blush way too much. I think I spent most of yesterday with a hint of red ready to spread across my cheeks at any moment.

More later. I just woke up.

Crazy Life of Freefalling

So lecture today was about Kierkegaard and how he says to live. It was all about should we live by our passions in life, or is it more productive to live ethically and sensibly? We discussed living by following our passion in life and sometimes how it requires to take a leap of faith. Leap of faith--------> Skydiving? Awesome? Who knows. It sounds great, and I'd love to do something like that.
Oh wait, I'm terrified of heights/falling. Skydiving has both of those fears wrapped up all neatly into one package. I guess the only thing worse would be skydiving with fish. I wonder what Freud would say about that last statement. What bizarre mental thoughts I have. (Side note: Is "mental thoughts" redundant?)

In other news, it's Monday morning. What was I thinking waking up this morning? Not saying "I-wish-I-never-woke-up-emo-kid-thing", more why didn't I skip class today? It's 80 minutes of me doodling, pretending I'm paying attention, and searching for left handed desks. In my mind I know that these classes will make me a more rounded, open minded, well versed human being, but my heart and passions find these classes purely pointless and unnecessary. If I could, I would spend all day writing papers, filming/photographing what I love, editing, and viewing different shows/musicals/plays. All I want to do is follow my passion, take my leap of faith, and to one day, maybe, just maybe, sky dive with fish.

Sorry, again and Cake!

Alright, so I lied. I have not been the best at posting on my blog. I get side tracked and do not always remember to write.

Insert 10 second pause

I just wrote my self a note to blog more often and stuck it on my desk. Now I will write more.

I have decided to change it up a bit, less teen angst and more funny observations or random stories. I've decided that life is a show, and I better laugh and enjoy it before the credits roll. So let the real point to this entry begin.

I have an addiction. Now its not a normal college student addiction. I don't drink, I don't smoke, and I don't do drugs. I don't even drink coffee! My addiction is making cake, not even eating them. I love to bake cakes. At least once a weekend I will be in the dorm kitchen making one. The problem is getting rid of them. I don't eat cake very often, and I never seem to be in the mood to eat some, just bake 'em. I usually end up giving them to the Lupp Basemen. We even made a Facebook group.

This weekend was no different. I made a cake, and gave it to some friends. However, instead of making the cake at 8 or 9 and then going out, I went to go see the musical Hair, again, and then baked the cake. I wasn't done until 2:30 AM.

I think this is a problem, is there a Cake Bakers Anonymous?

Sorry about the delay...

Finals became slightly more important than blogging. I actually had a question to post, but now I forget what I wanted to say. Whatever, I don't feel like writing about hockey or Canada right now. So I'm just going to leave you with a well wish for a good week, no matter what religious holiday you celebrate, I think everyone should have a good week this week.




Oh, PS go check out my favorite band. Their are from Dover, Ohio. They are really awesome and their debut album is coming out and everyone should check it out!!!

Waiting... Watching.... Hoping...

So I'm wide awake, and I'm totally screwed because tomorrow is such a busy day. However, I did not start this blog to bitch about my insomnia. Instead, I will attempt to explain my odd love of the classic 1987 movie, The Princess Bride.
Now, I'm sure many of you realize that the two most girl-y words in the world are listed in the title, princess and bride. It's part of the plot, but not strictly limited to the female-oriented genre, better know as a chick flix. With pirates, revenge, giants, swamps, and to-death sword fights, it surpasses the title's initial impression.
But the point of this post is not to convince you watch this movie, it is more to explain why I basically live my life by this movie For, you see, just over a year ago I was on what I thought was a typical vacation. I had made some friends, got to see some old ones, and had my life changed forever. It is safe to say that this guy had no idea what he was getting himself into when he started quoting a scene from The Princess Bride. No one in the room knew what it was from but me. The situation wasn't helped by the fact that I slightly fancied this guy without knowledge of his impressive movie tastes. From that moment on, I devoted myself to memorizing the movie, word for word, hoping that if I ever saw this guy again, maybe fate was sending me a message.
The next six months were not spent in vain, because when I returned to our vacation spot, this guy was there. He was still as gorgeous as I remembered him, and this time I had the movie memorized front and back, as well as other movies he liked. I wasn't forcing myself in to being something he wanted, I was just expanding my horizons. It worked thought. He was all mine for a week, but vacation is vacation and it does end. So did my week of staring at this perfect guy.
But instead of taking it like any normal person, I had to find the similarities in my life to The Princess Bride. Part of the girl area of the movie was that lovers were separated and they had to wait five years before life brought them back together. I believe that life is going to make us wait five years before we can be together. I did the math and everything. I was 17 a year ago, plus 5 years would make me just shy of 22 years old. I would be out of college and hopefully finding my way back to this guy.
My friends think I'm crazy, and I'm pretty sure I am, but I don't see the harm in it. I'm not sitting on my ass waiting for this guy. I look and hope to keep my options open. If in 5 years I'm single and I run into this guy, then I know that movie was right and fate wanted this to happen. Until then I'm content with life as is.

Next post will be on hockey or Canada.... can't wait!

6th Months Later...

So I know that it has been over 6th months, and I'm sorry. I've moved, started a job, and started college, lfe got busy and I forgot about this blog. So I'm back, I promise that I'll start regularly posting again. Maybe even more frequently. But on with the actual post....

In honor of Thanksgiving, I'm giving my unorthodox list of things I am thankful for.

1.) New Jersey, because without it Tony Soprano and every other stereotype would be without a home.
2.) Hockey, because hundreds of Canadians would have to sit around and stare at frozen over ponds.
3.) My friends, because without them so much of life would go over my head unexplained.
4.) My family, because without them my life would be boring and uneventful.
5.) Bandaids, because without them I would be dead.
6.) PointsInCase.com, otherwise without this website, I would have to pay attention in class and do homework in reasonable time.
7.) Paste, because it's fun, duh.
8.) Canada, because it will supply me with my future husband. Plus I'm fake Canadian, too.
9.) German boys, because without them my life would be drama-free.
10.) The Princess Bride, because without that movie I would have nothing to guide my life by.

So that's it. 10 things, obviously I'm thankful for the basic things. Living in America, my freedom, that people are willing to fight for our freedom, and other things along those lines, but my list is of things people forget about sometimes. Over the next posts I will explain the influence of hockey, Canada, and The Princess Bride, so maybe people will understand the logic behind my actions.

The Greatest Fan Ever...

I've wanted Ottawa to win the Stanley Cup for most of the playoffs. Now I have a reason, this man:
80 Years Later...