We're Gonna Have a Good Day

Can't stop listening to Nappy Root's "Good Day"

"We're gonna have a good day and all my homies gonna ride today and all these mommies look fly today and the only one we wanna do is get by today heyyy, we're gonna have a good day and ain't nobody gotta cry today cause ain't nobody gonna die to u save that trouble for another day heyyy we're gonna have a good day"


It's sad but sometimes I feel you can convince yourself into believing anything..hmm.

Watched Big Fish last night:

"Now, there comes a point where a reasonable man will swallow his pride and admit that he's made a terrible mistake. The truth is, I was never a reasonable man. What I recalled of Sunday School was that the more difficult something became, the more rewarding it was in the end."

I'm trying to convince myself of that as well.

Yes dear, it is hard & you can do hard things.

I guess I'm a horrible blogger. I haven't updated in forever--even though there has been so much to write about.

Firstly, I decided to do the Professional Development School so this entire year I am actually student teaching at State College High School. I figure, this way I will know whether or not teaching is truly for me, or if I should go the whole broadcast/communications route. Hmm..I don't really know how to rate my first bulletin board..maybe a C?

"Yes dear, it is hard and you can do hard things"

is actually from my one mentor teacher; I'm working with two different teachers and two different grades (9&10). She explained to our students that yes, her class will be tough, but she believes in them. She told the class how her mom used to tell her this as a little girl and it really got me thinking.

I feel too often we dismiss that which is hard. For myself I know that running a 6k of cross country is one of the toughest things to do each weekend and half of me can't wait for the fall to be over; however, I know each time when I actually put myself out there and try to do those "hard things" I'm making myself not only a better runner, but a better person. Very cliche but true. It's the whole Emily Dickinson quote:

"success is counted sweetest to those who ne'r succeed."

If everything we do in life was a walk in the park, then we wouldn't even count our successes as successes they would just be every day commonalities.

So I've had two pretty awful meets. If I'm able to put a race together before the end of the season I know it's going to mean so much more. It's like the weather in State College. It's just so crappy most of the time, but when it is actually nice we all realize it.

On the other hand, I realized yesterday how much I take my parents for granted. They are in Punta Cana for their 25th wedding anni and for the first time EVER I didn't get to talk to them after my race. I was a mess...well..and still kinda am and can't wait for them to come back!

So basically to bring this full circle, yes life is hard. But you know what? It's the hard times that make you appreciate what you truly have.

And baby don't follow their lead

I just spent the last two hours rearranging my room and I feel like I've been rearranging my mind at the same time. Oh, I'm the worst ever at making decisions, especially when this one determines whether I graduate on time or not. Wow. Liking this quote from Auster's "The Locked Room."

In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle
of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing
but their own lack of purpose. (p. 256)

The thing is, who can predict which events in our lives are the ones that shape us or are the events that just, well, are events.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7SkmEqgBWo

where are you christmas

Every year in the days leading up to Christmas I need to listen to the Cindy Lou Hoo version of "Where are you Christmas?" I feel as though it is a self-torture type thing. And speaking of torture 15 of us ran the 3k at Blue & White, with 9 under ten minutes-crazy. BUT anyway, the song is a whole self-reflection of how she doesn't know where Christmas has gone and how she was so "carefree" before and now she's not.

So to double my sentimentality as I was reading Charmed Thirds (which is semi-impressive in itself because I feel like the only thing I've read this semester is forced eh-hem-BRIT LIT) I came across another all-too-accurate Christmas reference. Jessica Darling goes off on this rant and says:

Think about the very concept of Santa for a second: A fat senior citizen in a
tacky red suit flies around in a sleigh pulled by magic reindeer, delivering
gifts for all the good little boys and girls in the world in just one night.
It's absurd. Yet kids totally buy it. Totally. And in small children that pure,
untainted faith is a beautiful thing.

Well, I completely agree. I think we try to live our lives as though we have this ultimate faith. We, unlike the little children who actually believe in Santa, have to convince ourselves that anything is possible. I mean my own motto in life is: I'm not afraid to fall. It's from wayyy back in middle school when I was a hurdler and felt the pain of Muhlenberg's finest cinder track in my knee after an awful spill as my mom tried to clean it out with peroxide and a toothbrush. Ouch. Of course it also applied to when I tore my ACL, and went back to playing. The list goes on, but the point being, of course I was afraid to fall. I just did a darn good job of convincing myself I wasn't.

That also may be why Dispatch's "The General" is my all-time favorite song. To me, to go into something when you already know you are defeated is extremely admirable.

So where does this apply now? I honestly have no clue. Maybe I'm just trying to comment on the fact that after we realize our "Santa Claus" doesn't really exist a lot of other things come crashing down as well. Or, we take the other route and we still wake up early on Christmas morning with the excitement of seeing if he has eaten all the cookies (and of course what presents we've received). Hmm..

Theodolite

soo i think this song is semi-cheesy..but currently i love it. it applies to my life on so many levels.

"Call N Return (Say Tha Your Into Me)"You promised me starry night skiesThey just remind me of your shining bright eyesI'm missing your voice at night timeThis sepa-separation seem-seems a sad crimeB-b-b-but don't don't don't think think think I forgot you you youAre are are oh so sweet I I I - I knewIf only you were hereThings would be more magicalIf I was thereRight now would be more radicalYou're so not nearI'm wishing I could place a callAnd feel closer to you ooo-oooThe miles of air and road and landThat separate me from all my plansWere havin' havin' havin' havin' funBut something something tells me I miss someoneB-but I hope hope hope you didn't forget me I couldn'tForget you the whole time I always knew I knewSay that you're into me, let me know how it will beIf you don't know just say soI'll wait till the perfect time think of all the perfect linesI'll make sure if I let you knowWe've got movies on our list to seeThings to do just you and meCalls to make from here to there and backWe've got fun to have and days to spendStars to see or just pretendAt least for now just keep things right on track.

so here's to trying to actually finish some work.

It's good to be scared, it means you still have something to lose

Ahh Grey's is back on and I'm so happy. I've been a slacker on here and I'm going to try to be better if that just means leaving silly/sentimental quotes.

So my away message for today is:
I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go. I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.

I <3 Holden Caulfield.

creation

ahh i created a blog. we have been talking about int'l blogs in my global comm course and it inspired me to make one. (well also the fact that I read my Xanga from HS, and the fact that I haven't kept any form of a journal other than my running log in college, served as catalysts). well i gotta go get my stuff together for practice. workout today. first one for winter track.

Fro-Yo with Katie later..fun stuff.

bye!