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| Dearest blog,
There's no easy way for me to say this, but I am moving on. Please don't take it personally; it's not that I have overlooked your faithful service over the years, but times are changing and so am I. New blogging sites have erupted, and as a writer, I must experience what they have to offer.
I will never forget how excited I was to come home from an eventful day, and capture the memories upon the computer screen. I will always remember spending hours and hours searching for the perfect Xanga layout to match the overall vibe of my entries. I shall cherish the interdependence we shared; you were my shoulder to cry on, and I . . . well, I gave you my words and my thoughts.
This isn't a good-bye at all, for I will still keep you up and running. I will always come back to relive my memories and remind myself that this is where my love of writing blossomed and thrived.
Thank you for everything.
Sincerely,
Cindy aka cindybobindy
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| Clouds
Absentminded, forgetful professors - My English professor miscalculated my final grade, leaving me with a grade far lower than what I deserved. I had scored Bs and A minuses all year, so where in Sam's heck did the D come from? Looking at the online log of grades, I realized he had left out one of my assignments, on which I'd earned an A minus. I emailed my professor right away, and am expecting a reply tomorrow. He did remind us during the school year that he tends to be a bit airheaded, but I forgave him because he was my favourite professor. Well, after this little incident, he has been demoted to a less prestigious position.
Sunshine
Beautiful weather - It is hard to stay grumpy on such a gorgeous day. Sky blue is my favourite shade of blue, so when the grey clouds finally drift away, so do my worries.
Summer clothes - I've been shopping way too much due to my upcoming vacation to Paris. A new wardrobe was needed for the trip. Summer dresses, light cardigans, shoes, shorts, and flowy tops make me smile.
Baking - The smell of vanilla, cinnamon, and warm buttery baked goods definitely perk me up. It feels great losing myself in a hobby. Baking is a fun activity, and the results are totally edible! I tried knitting once, but eating a partially made scarf was not as rewarding.
Majority rules: I'm going to enjoy the sunshine.
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| We all love our friends, but I'm sure we can remember a time when we felt unappreciated, ignored, and hurt by them. Usually, these friendship faux pas are unintentionally enacted, but when they are put into play, they sting. Here are a few of the things that have hindered my ability to be good friends with several people:
Answering with uninterested, one-word responses - If I'm interested in talking to you, I will ask you many questions and want to know about your life. Because I'm your friend, I care about what makes you tick and how your day is going. Once you pull out the "yeah"s and "no"s and "okay"s, I will make the transition into defense mode, and perhaps think twice about speaking with you again.
Getting mad at me but not telling me what I did - I'm not a mindreader, so if I've done anything to upset you, it would be most helpful to come forward and talk to me about it. I'm not fragile, so I won't break down crying when you proceed your case. If it's my fault, I'll apologize profusely and promise to never do it again. Who wouldn't pass up a chance to see me grovel?
Acting one way with me in front of people, and another way when we're alone - This never fails to annoy me. If you don't think I notice that you're sweet to me in front of our friends and cold when we're by ourselves, you must think I'm dumb. Until you can figure out who you really are, or at least learn to put on a believable charade, let's not get together any time soon.
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| Yesterday, not unlike any other day, Facebook asked me, "What's on your mind?" I replied, "Redecoration?! I think so!"
At the time, I was thinking only of aesthetic redecoration. My bedroom needed a make-over; I'd wanted calming, pastel blue walls, new bedspreads, and the like. I wanted to turn my room into the ultimate zone of zen.
Then I realized I needed mental redecoration as well. It doesn't matter what my room looks like as long as I keep thinking this phase will last forever.
I was inspired to read Wide Awake: A Buddhist Guide for Teens (I would've preferred if the author substituted "teens" for "young adults") by Diana Winston. Western treatments such as anti-anxiety or sleeping pills were not going to fly with me. I craved a psychological, spiritual, cleansing type of solution, and I thought I could find it in Buddhism.
My adopting the practices in the book does not mean I have turned to religion. Winston stated that the "principles of Buddhism may be put into practice at the most mundane level of everyday life. They are of practical use to anyone of any religion, or no religion, of any background, on any path." The fact that Buddhism was available to everyone, regardless their personal beliefs, eased my mind.
In addition to learning about ways I can find "peace amid the ups and downs of life", I am learning a lot about the Buddha himself. For example, his real name was Siddhartha Gautama. Who knew?
I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who is stressed, overwhelmed, or just looking for a good book to read. After all, Buddhism is not limited to Buddhists, but anyone with an open mind.
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| Right now, I'm at Miller's house; more specifically, I'm sitting on his bed in his room, waiting for him to finish with his shower. My boyfriend has an annoying habit of taking ridiculously long showers. He has even admitted to just standing in the hot water, blowing soap bubbles for half an hour! Being the progressive environmentalist that I claim to be, I did not stand for it. I've been timing his showers whenever I come over. Sometimes he tests my patience and doesn't come out for forty minutes. Other times, he respects my wishes for a sustainable earth and is finished in fifteen minutes. His argument is that he makes up for abusing the earth's water supply by showering every second day. Maybe I'm too stubborn to fully comprehend this logic. However, I've made it a point to purposely withhold my affection when his stench is simply too much to handle. | | |
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