--Pation [Follow Up to Antici--]

Hello everyone.
The day that I had been anticipating [for lack of a better word] came and went. It was the most amazing day of my young life. I loved every minute of it. The lake was absolutely beautiful. My favourite place to be is floating on the surface of the water. I feel so full of grace and I feel full of the water's energy, and the Seirenes' beauty. After swimming for awhile [in my case, floating], my love's brother and his cousin left, so we had some alone time. He was lying on the dock, and i approached him and lay down next to him. We lay like that, basking in Helios' warmth and in the sweet silence.

I felt, in that moment, all of the love. The cliche "love is in the air" was literally true in that instance. I knew, in a split second, that those beautiful amber eyes held more love for me than I have ever seen in my entire existence here on Earth. I saw the whole world reflected in his eyes, and it was breathtaking. They were so beautiful, I almost cried. My eyes, as pretty as they are, have never glinted and sparkled so softly and gently as his did in that moment. I hope my grey-blue eyes reflected the love in his. I feel the same wasy about him. I love him. I love him. I love him. My heart swelled larger than the lake with all the love I felt and currently feel. He is the most beautiful being I have ever layed my eyes on, in heart, face, body, and soul. He is a miracle. And he is mine. <3

Antici---

Hello people. Have you ever been in a situation where you cannot WAIT for something to happen? Where you are about to explode with that anticipation? Where you can’t go five seconds without thinking about what is coming? Well, this is how I feel right now.
The love of my life is taking me with his family up to a campsite for the day. I absolutely cannot wait until that moment when he knocks at the door and I see his beautiful face and radiant smile illuminate my house as he steps over the threshold. I can’t wait until we’re messing with each other in the lake, or walking together down a path under the trees. I can’t wait until I’m holding his hand and my lips are near his.
I don’t know why, but I feel extra-impatient waiting to see him this week. This is very uncharacteristic of me. I don’t really understand it. Well, love can never be understood, can it? I know, I’m stepping away from my optimistic pessimism for a bit and showing some optimism, straight-up.
Well, people, I will fill you in as soon as I can.

Muffins vs. Cupcakes

Hi people. I have recently seen a funny saying on a T-shirt that said “Muffins are just ugly cupcakes.” I find this statement to be completely ridiculous because, from my understanding, muffins came BEFORE cupcakes.
Here’s how I thought it went down: [story time! Gather round the campfire, kids!]
It was 1363, medieval England. The sun was just about to rise above the lip of the horizon. John the baker was lighting the ovens in his bakery, whistling a happy tune. Ye Olde Bakery was the best bakery in all of the land. Everyone loved it, and everyone was friends with John. The children loved him because he always gave them a small piece of honey-cake, fresh from the ovens, whenever their family bought a loaf of bread from him. He made good bread, but his cakes were even better. They were world-renowned. The King of England knew of his cakes. Poppyseed cakes, honey cakes, rum cakes, strawberry short cakes, apple cakes, and the most well-known: John’s own Blueberry cake. Mary, the smith’s wife, always gave John a basket of ripe blueberries for his blueberry cakes in exchange for one of them after he made them. There was only one problem with these cakes. They were too large! People would be carrying them in the streets, and they would need to ask the help of another to carry it all!
One day, while John was icing the top of his latest berry cake, a squire of the king’s entered his shop! In he walked, looking regal in the King’s coat of arms, with a short scroll in his hand. He looked at John with a calculating eye as John finished icing his cake.
“Can I help you, sir?” John asked.
“I have here a message from His Majesty regarding your blueberry cake. It seems to have gathered quite a reputation around the castle halls. The message reads: ‘I am holding a royal ball in a fortnight, and I would like you to bake several of your world-famous cakes for me to serve as a desert. I only request that you make the cakes so that it is one serving in a cake. My subjects and my court must be able to hold them in their hands while they socialize.’”
John just nodded his head. The squire took this as an okay, and left. He immediately went to the smith’s house and asked Mary if he could speak with her husband. She got him from his room. John explained his plight. He had no baking tins that would make individual cakes! The Smith had an idea. He took a piece of regular sheet metal and pounded six tiny round impressions in it. John marveled at the tins. He rushed back and cooked his cakes. They looked wonderful! They had little “hats” on the top, and they were cooked perfectly!!!
The king loved them, and the official name of the delicious little cakes were Most Up For Food In New States, but they decided that it didn’t makes sense, so they shortened it to “muffins.”
So, clearly cupcakes came first. Why would someone make little cakes with icing? They would make hearty cakes for common people. There is no fact that I know of in that story, but that’s how I fancy it happened.
Cupcakes are prissy. They are small and made of just one type of batter. The icing takes away from the taste because it’s that icky sugary bakery icing or it’s that buttercream icing that tastes like you just bit into a stick of butter.
Muffins are so cool, they don’t need to look pretty. The taste says it all.
I have concluded that cupcakes are muffins that are trying too hard.

Wacky Internet and the Offspring

Hello everyone. To be honest, I am not doing too well at this moment in time. I want to go to the Verizon Headquarters [wherever that may be] and stab out the eyes of every single person. Then I want to choke them with their unreliable phone cords. Before you call the cops on me, just let me clarify that I am NOT a psycho, and I would NEVER do those things. I mean, I’m a pacifist people! Jeez. But yes. It seems that with all of the strides the human race has made in technology, we haven’t really improved anything. Sure, dial-up Internet service was as slow as a slug, and the dial-up noise made you want to pull your hair out, but it was reliable, am I right? I miss CompuServe with a passion right now. I’d give anything for the drab-looking background and the annoying “You have mail” announcement. I don’t care that I couldn’t surf the web while gabbing on the phone; I didn’t need to. But now, when the love of my life is 70 miles away, the telephone is the only way I can contact him. As I look at those evil green lights going on and off at odd intervals, I can’t help but wonder WHY people would pay so much for a stupid little box that can’t recognize the username OR the network after you reconfigured it 3 god-damn times! Technology sucks, my friends; it’s as simple as that.
Anybody know what song is playing on 93.3 WMMR and 94.1 WYSP incessantly??!?! It’s “Self-Esteem” by the Offspring. I like the sound of this song, but not what it represents. The singer is describing himself as in a relationship where he “knows he’s being used” but it’s okay because he “likes the abuse.” Are you honestly going to feed that to a population of teenage boys, most of which puberty wasn’t kind to [to say the least]? I mean, it’s enough to tell female listeners that it’s okay to reject them and use them like they’re maxed-out credit cards, but to make it seem like it is okay for a male to take advantage of a drunken teenage girl, even IF she’s asking for it! I mean what the hell? Is this what adolescence has come to? Are these the standards by which our young are supposed to live?
Sorry. As I step off of my soapbox, I just have one thing to say to Vonage: [kiddies, cover your eyes]
F*** YOU!

An Interesting Article

Happy Jesus-comes-back-as-a-zombie-bunny day! Well, at least that is what I call it. As some of you know, Wiccans don't celebrate Christian Easter, we celebrate Ostara or Ostare, a celebration of the light and renewal that lovely spring brings. Many scholars agree [and so do I] that the Christian Easter has strong, apparent roots in Pagan celebrations of old. Here is an article I found at: http://www.history.com/content/easter/pagan-origins. I do not own the article. I just find it interesting.

Pagan Origins
Easter, a Christian festival, embodies many pre-Christian traditions. The origin of its name is unknown. Scholars, however, accepting the derivation proposed by the 8th-century English scholar St. Bede, believe it probably comes from Eastre, the Anglo-Saxon name of a Teutonic goddess of spring and fertility, to whom was dedicated a month corresponding to April. Her festival was celebrated on the day of the vernal equinox; traditions associated with the festival survive in the Easter rabbit, a symbol of fertility, and in colored easter eggs, originally painted with bright colors to represent the sunlight of spring, and used in Easter-egg rolling contests or given as gifts.
Such festivals, and the stories and legends that explain their origin, were common in ancient religions. A Greek legend tells of the return of Persephone, daughter of Demeter, goddess of the earth, from the underworld to the light of day; her return symbolized to the ancient Greeks the resurrection of life in the spring after the desolation of winter. Many ancient peoples shared similar legends. The Phrygians believed that their omnipotent deity went to sleep at the time of the winter solstice, and they performed ceremonies with music and dancing at the spring equinox to awaken him.
The Christian festival of Easter probably embodies a number of converging traditions; most scholars emphasize the original relation of Easter to the Jewish festival of Passover, or Pesach, from which is derived Pasch, another name for Easter. The early Christians, many of whom were of Jewish origin, were brought up in the Hebrew tradition and regarded Easter as a new feature of the Passover festival, a commemoration of the advent of the Messiah as foretold by the prophets.
An article from Funk & Wagnalls® New Encyclopedia. © 2005 World Almanac Education Group, A WRC Media Company

Alright. Have a happy holiday, whatever it may be.

Throughout this post, I posted some funny pictures I found around the Internet. I meant no offence to anyone. Sorry if I did offend someone; it wasn't my intention.

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Friendship

friend 
/frɛnd/
–noun
1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
2. a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter: friends of the Boston Symphony.
3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile: Who goes there? Friend or foe?
4. a member of the same nation, party, etc.
5. (initial capital letter) a member of the Religious Society of Friends; a Quaker.

Hello, everyone.
I recently reconnected with a very close group of friends; some of which I have known since 2nd grade; some of which I had met just last year. Despite that gap, we are as close as a family. Everyone has that one person in their life, that ONE person who just understands you; where you're coming from and who you are. Those are those people in my life. I love every single one of them.
I often tell them that we could film a soap opera about the group and it would get better ratings than General Hospital, and now that I think on it, there is a lot of drama in our group, but we still end up together at the end of it all. I consider them my family, because they are. There's the crazy uncle, the weirdo brothers, the close sister, and the quiet, hilarious cousin. They're my best friends and they are also the only people that know basically everything about me.
I can see us still holding "group meetings" ten years from now, dancing around and singing "Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey and "Good Riddance" by Green Day; laying on each other while watching movies; veggin' out on pizza and Mountain Dew/ Monster in front of the TV, beating the crap out of each other with swimming noodles, fake light sabers, and blow-up bats. The awesome memories we have are burnt into my memory like a tattoo that will never go away. [Nostalgic moment] The memories bring tears to my eyes because I realize that no matter what schools we go to, no matter how far each of us moves away, and no matter what path we choose, we will all be together at the end of it all.
I have truly been blessed by the higher-ups with these amazing people as my friends. We all have our kinky-kink-kinks {(Dane Cook) and our quirks, but together, we create an unstoppable force of pure love. Not necessarily romantic love, but a deep bond that really close families share. I love every one of them and I wouldn't hesitate to put my own neck on the chopping block to save any one of them.
Sometimes I think of WHY I should get out of bed in the morning, and I think of them and all of us dancing the Time Warp and strutting to Sweet Transvestite, and torturing each other with our screeching renditions of old rock songs, and I realize that those are the moments everyone lives for. And I have the privelege of sharing those moments with all thosse great people.

Rocky Horror Picture Show

It was a mild, spring Sunday. The sun was shining, the flowers budding, and there was a cool breeze blowing past the navy blue van pulling into the parking lot of a Wal-Mart.

So there I was. In the electronics section, one hand holding my little brother's, one hand poised over a rack of DVDs. My eyes scanned titles, searching, searching, for the fabled RHPS. I told my brother to go wait beside a display of random DVDs while I called my mother. My brother, being the clumsy little kid he was, backed into the display, knocking down a single DVD.

There it lay, facedown on the floor. With a small sigh of exasperation and a fake smile, I knelt to grab the DVD and put it back in its home.

I looked down at the cover with mild interest, and to my intense surprise, a large pair of bright red lips looked back at me. Was that a man dressed like a woman poised at the entrance of the mouth?

Puzzled, I looked up at the title words. "The Rocky Horror Picture Show."

That was the story of how I found one of the greatest movies on the face of this planet. Made in 1975, its wacky characters and twisted plot have gathered a steady cult fanbase. I am a member of this fanbase.

I fell in love with Dr. Frank-N-Furter's opening line "How do you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman."

People say that the movie is stupid, and a dear friend of mine says the plot is hard to explain, but it isn't.

Basics: A couple engaged to be married starts on a journey to see an old teacher. They take a wrong turn and end up at a castle, where they enter and are greeted by the owner, a "sweet transvestite from transsexual, Transylvania," none other than Dr. Frank-N-Furter. He is currently working on a sex partner named Rocky Horror. [Did I mention he's bisexual?] What follows is a wacky journey involving cheating, gay sex, straight sex, biceps, triceps, garters, fishnets, and a whole lot of everything.

But that's just one small fraction of the main attraction.

Watch and enjoy. You'll want to do the Time Warp again and again. =]

GATTACA

Hey readers, sorry I haven't posted in so long. It's past midnight and I have nothing better to do.
In my biology class [the last one before spring break], we began watching a movie called GATTACA. For people who are stupid or who don't remember what happened in their biology class, the letters T,C,A, and G are the letters in the so-called "DNA language" that it uses for coding and that RNA uses for transcription, yatta yatta yatta.
Anyway, the point is that we were assigned to write a reaction paper to the movie, and I decided to post my thoughts in my blog.
The movie shows a certain insight into the human condition. It shows that no matter how far we have come in the advances of technology, people will still be twisted and corrupt and have their little imperfections. GATTACA is about the genetic modification of human beings. Scientists had found a way to code out any possible physical deformities or health issues [one example used was heart disease]. But, as the movie shows, it is impossible to "code out" the core things that make us human. Greed will always be there, as will ego and arrogance. Apathy, bigotry, you name it, all character flaws are ours. You could argue that this is a good thing, but I prefer to bring my pessimism into it because I myself am a bit of a pessimist.
Humans have always held this idea of the Utopia, a fabled land of wealth and peace.
Sorry to burst your bubble, but I am afraid that it is impossible to have Utopia and people at the same time. Look at it this way: everything we get involved in we screw up.
Watch:
Agrculture: we overfarmed land and we're eating up the precious rainforest, which is contributing to Mother Earth's ultimate demise.
Interdependence: wars
Peace: war
evolution: we took everything over [being the arrogant, pushy things we are] and ruined it for every other species known to us.

Watch: ask any person to tell you the origins of life. They will tell you the entire story and end it with some extravagant statement like this : And then humans came along.
Oh my goodness!!! FINALLY! HUMANS!
Are we so arrogant to think that we are the best the universe has to offer? Are we so arrogant to think that the universe has stopped developing just becuase of our pitiful existence on one small speck of a planet in the vast sea of the universe? No, we're not.
Evolution did NOT stop with the creation of man. It's happening all around us.
Embrace it. We're not the best. We're not the end-all beat-all. So stop acting like it.