Saturday, April 10, 2010

New Music

Just a quick random post for you.

Some of my friends think that I have the weirdest taste in music. If you have the opprotunity to browse through my iPod or my collection on my computer, you'd probably look at me like i'm cracked. It goes through every single genre out there.

Lately though, i've gone from enjoying Blue October, Three Days Grace, Say Anything, Muse, and Coheed and Cambria to way too much Beach Boys, Jack Johnson, and a whole lot of Conor Oberst and Bright Eyes. A lot of the stuff my boyfriend introduced me to.

I really wonder what's responsible for the total opposite end of the spectrum switch.

In the meantime, I think that everyone should take a hypothetical trip to California in the 50's and 60's and listen to the Beach Boys..
Or check out Jack Johnson and Conor Oberst. ;)

Peace!

Currently listening to: "Sleep Through the Static" - Jack Johnson

Thursday, April 8, 2010

A Love-Filled History Lesson

Being polar opposites with someone may seem like a reason to not get to know someone, be their friend, or whatever else... but in my case, that phrase, polar opposites, is exactly how I would describe my current boyfriend.

Thad (check out his blog at www.thadsemporium.com) is essentially my exact opposite; a preppy, reclusive, as he says "elitist" of his old high school, and now strutting around his college campus in a series of button-down Hollister shirts and perfectly done hair only letting a few carefully chosen friends getting to know him well enough so they're not complete strangers - is my social opposite: I, on the other hand, a nerd, a gamer, a musician, singer, actress, the type of girl that's okay with rolling out of my bed, brushing her teeth/washing her face/tying up her hair, throwing on a t-shirt and sweat pants and leaving the house to see her battalion of "acquaintances" and small group of "best friends."

When we first met through a mutual friend, I had no idea that the kid that introduced himself to me with the ever-so-popular greeting of "Downtown Amy Brown! How's it goin'?" would ever become someone that it now seems... I need to live.

At that first meeting, I couldn't even figure out who... for lack of a better phrase, he was trying to be. He was cracking stupid jokes and comments to which no one was responding; except for me. I think the only thing pushing me on was the fact that he was pretty cute... or maybe I was just doing it to be nice. Either way, I kept laughing.

I guess from that brief meeting, he chose to add me on facebook, and I chose to write on his wall. With that initiated contact, he would leave me goofy comments all the time, and then eventually.... we both got the courage to obtain the others' cell phone numbers.

After a few.. not so great dates, we went to Barnes and Noble for coffee. Thad seemed - different some how. We had a great conversation, and then looked around through all the books. We talked about our favorite books and favorite writers and he was getting excited and happy, as far as I could tell. It was a side of him that I had yet to see, and i'm quite sure a lot of people that have known him longer than I have, have STILL yet to see. It's then that I realized that there was definitely something between us, and I could definitely see us together. From there, we set up another date. We went to the movies, to see Where the Wild Things Are. The movie did not hold our attention, we began to chat and flirt with each other, and soon enough... he kissed me. And with one last exchange:

"So... is this official now?" "I think so."

We've been together for five months, and already I can't see myself without him. I know that seems like a huge statement for a seventeen year old girl that's been making her life's decisions to make, but Thaddeus works well in whatever I choose to do.

Not many people seem to understand why we work so well together, and honestly... I can't explain it to you either. As he says (and wrote about in his blog) we DO have people in our social groups that would essentially work out. But we both don't care.
I can't explain to you my feelings for him, and if I tried I would probably just sigh and smile at you as if living in a day dream.

As i've portrayed this as if Thad and I are perfect; at times our differences do get the best of us, and we do fight. But it seems like every time this happens and we try to give the other the cold shoulder it will last for about five seconds before we both start nudging each other and constantly asking "What's your problem?" which just shows me that we're always willing to talk it out. And that fact, is something everyone in a relationship should try.

In the fall, Thad and I will be attending the same college with alike majors - as he just switched. Many people are already telling me that we won't last; considering the amount of time we'll be seeing each other. We're both willing to take this challenge because already, we try to see the other as much as possible. Days away from the other tend to become painful and feel empty, and we're both prone to spend many hours replaying past nights in our heads over and over again.

Sometimes, finding that person that it feels like you're "meant to be with" can last an entire life time. It could be painful, it could be hard. But love can turn up in the most unlikely places - with the most unlikely person. Keep trying, and don't give up.

And while you may be out there looking for it, try Barnes and Noble. You might even catch Thad and I sitting there, our hands clasped together in the middle of the table, enjoying one of our trademark deep conversations, and laughing at the others' jokes. We still go there, whenever the mood strikes us... and every time we leave, I still have the same initial reaction of what might of been me falling in love with him.

Currently listening to: "Four Winds" - Bright Eyes

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Mushy and gushy love post.

Short post today, I have only one thing to say:

Being in love is so... great. You stumble, you fall, but when you're with someone who matters.. you'll be picked back up again. And it's the greatest feeling ever, to be picked up again.

Unrelated note: check out my wonderful boyfriend's blog at:
http://www.thadsemporium.com


Currently listening to: Lua by Bright Eyes.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Memory holding pavement...

I realized today as I walked off my school bus, down the road I live on to my house that i've been doing this exact same motion since I was in Kindergarten.

It's amazing how things have changed.

What sparked my notice of this was that a piece of the sidewalk had cracked off and was laying in my neighbor's yard. I looked down on an instinct, and there it was. A chunk of pavement. My mind immediately alerted me as if saying, "Hey.. that wasn't like that before."

As I looked at that pavement my mind flooded with memories. Mainly of when I was a little kid and that front sidewalk against the main road was off-limits to me unless my mother was in the front yard. And even then, I was only allowed up to where the pavement turned from white cement to black top (the piece of cement that cracked off was a piece of the black top)because that's where my mother's line of sight would end.

Since I've been going to school, i've walked down the same sidewalk and up the same side street to reach the safety of my house. In Kindergarten until about 5th grade, I probably sprinted up that sidewalk as fast as my little legs would carry me. From 6th grade to 10th, I walked home with a bit of a spring in my step. Now, at the age of 17 and quickly finishing my last year of high school I practically have to drag myself off the bus and to my house, only to unlock the door and collapse into my kitchen as if my day in school had completely exhausted me.

I miss being little, I miss sprinting down that sidewalk... I miss going outside and just running around with my brother until it got dark and hearing my father yell "AMY AND ADAM, IT'S TIME TO COME IN!!!!" as loud as he could, to be sure we'd hear it no matter how far away we are.

I kicked that piece of sidewalk on my way to my house today, and it reminded me of a game we all would play while walking the streets; kick pebbles as far as you could up the road. And suddenly, I really wished it was acceptable for me to sprint to my house with all the speed I could muster without looking like a freak.


Currently listening to: "Trouble" - NeverShoutNever!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Girls need to stop.

I'd like to start of this post by thanking my fellow "Haunted House Writer", blog writer, and good friend Mr. Cory Brin by giving me the idea for this post due to his post of "Christmas needs to stop" and others.

Hey Cory, i'm advertising your blog on my blog, you cool with that? K? Cool.
EVERYONE CHECK OUT CORY'S AWESOME BLOG AT: http://hauntedhousewriter.blogspot.com/

*ahem* Anyway.

Okay, this post is dedicated to every female who lives in a location that gets exceptionally cold in the winter months and who owns a pair of Ugg Boots or something similar.

Now, those of you who know me know I have similar boots to Uggs and wear them quite often. I love them. They're comfy, they're warm, and I think they look cute. That's probably because they remind me of what a lot of characters in the video games wear that I love oh so much:

"Link" of Legend of Zelda thinks boots over pants are cool.

But anyway, what disgusts me is the fact that girls wear.. skirts.. with no leggings.. or tights.. and just boots. Or shorts. A few weeks ago I actually saw a girl at the mall wearing a tiny pair of shorts, a winter coat, and a pair of Uggs.

It was snowing by the way, and the wind was whipping. It was freezing, quite simply.
Whoever that chick was, I wanted to seriously smack her.

You don't look cute senoritas, you look stupid. And you're probably freezing your little legs off, so just stop it and do us all a favor.

It just goes back to the latest trend of girls acting stupid for attention, but that's something to address next time.

Leave your thoughts for what you think of this very "practical" *rolls eyes* style!



Peace out!
-Amy

Currently listening to (And recommends!): Woe (The Optimist) - Say Anything

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Being A Cashier...

I got told not to go into work today due to the snow. So instead i'm posting a really fun blog (in my opinion) that customers do while grocery shopping that annoy the piss out of cashiers.

1. "Are you open here?" Okay. Now. There's two uses for this very simple phrase that both really annoy cashiers. What shows that a cashier is open at a store? If you said the light above their register with the register number, you are correct. Obviously, people do not like to look at this light.
-Use number one of "are you open here?": Customer spies a cashier at a register where there are no other customers. The light of said register is not on. The aforementioned cashier is cleaning the register, and there are bags on the monitors. Just with me laying this out for you here; do you think the register is open? If you say no... once again, you are correct.

Why then, do people believe that we are open? Why must you ask? We will casually laugh, mention the number the registers that are open (with the light on!) and the customer will move on, usually pissed off because we didn't have enough courtesy to check them out right then and there with a register that doesn't have a drawer in it.

-Use number two: Okay, congratulations customer. You've done it. You've officially grabbed all of your groceries and successfully made it to the front end of the store for check out. You push your cart up to a lane with the light on, and there's a cashier standing there looking at you, but also looking quite bored. You mutter the magic phrase: "...Are you open here?"
What the cashier is really dying to say to you here is undoubtedly "No, douche. I'm standing here for my health. Just put your crap up on the belt, hand me your discount card and be on your way so I can go back to my extremely rewarding part-time job of being bored for the next 5 hours."
What we will say to you is something along these lines: "Uh-huh! *cheerful smile* How are you today? Do you have your *insert name here* Card today?"

2.) When the customer does not respond to your "Hi! How are you today?!", but instead tells you what kind of bag they want. My God. People... can you please just work with me here? We cashiers have this script kind of layed out for us:
"Hi! How are you today?"
"Do you have your Card today?"
"Would you like paper or plastic?"
Can you please, please, pleeease just answer me when I ask how you are today? I'll get to the bag part. I promise I will. I know you know that I really honestly do not care how you're feeling - I've never seen you outside of this location before and i'm completely apathetic to you to be honest... but it's common courtesy!

3.) When customers insist on not using dividers. They are there for a reason people. If you don't want me to put part of your order on my current customer's order I suggest you put up that divider.

4.)Cell phones. Please hang up your cell phone when you come through check out. Pantomiming everything I need to ask you is not part of my job discription... And also, I don't want to overhear your conversation. Once again, i'm apathetic about your life.

5.) Stereotypical old women who dump out their change purses on your register. Damn it, put the change in your pocket for now and move along. I have a line, and I can't start with them until you move. You are creating an extremely awkward moment while my next customer tries to hand me their discount card and I refuse it because you. haven't. moved!

6.) Grabbing the cashier's hand while we're trying to get things from you.Completely unnessesary, thank you for getting your disgusting jerms on me. I'm just trying to take your money. There does not need to be any hand-holding. This can be a completely contact-free transaction. I promise. 70% of the people who come through here do it all the time. So please, don't touch me. And don't get offended when I immeadiately sanatize my hands.

That's all I have for now. Thank you, for reading my first rant.

-Amy

Currently listening to: Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) - Bruce Springsteen

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Death Wishes and Yoga!

So, I was going to post an uber long blog about how Jason Jones (the tech guy at my high school) was asking for a death wish by blocking personal email access on school computers...

But, he decided to let it go until last year. :)
Now I have nothing to talk about.

Other than how completely AWESOME Yoga is!

Yes, it's true. I am now obsessed with yoga. (And eating organic food. Do it. It's fantastic.) I started off with this obsession when my mother purchased Wii Fit Plus for me, and I actually got motivated to do it. Shocker.

Loosely defined, Yoga is the practicing of physical and mental health through breathing, meditation and practicing postures.

Defined by me, yoga is painful and amazing.

Yoga on the Wii Fit is simplified. You may choose to learn the poses they have offered, and your trainer will show you how. They also show you how to breathe. Which is in and out slowly through your nose. Deeply.

After using the Wii Fit yoga sessions for a week, I decided to check out some videos on the subject to see if I was doing it properly. I noticed just how elementary Wii Fit Yoga is, but it still accomplishes the same thing. (If done properly) Also, it shows you your center of balance, which I find very beneficial.

After two weeks of this, I find myself more relaxed and well with the world. And the poses are easier. When I first began, I was straining myself and holding my breath... which is a big no-no. Now, doing the Sun Salutation before and after school makes me feel sooooo good.

If you want to get into Yoga, and have a Wii, I strongly recommend buying Wii Fit Plus Balance Board Bundle and trying it out. I also recommend taking a class (does anyone want to take a class with me?!) or watching videos on Youtube.

For those of you who already do yoga: let me know what your favorite poses are!!!

You'll love me in the end, promise.

-Amy!

Currently listening to: Calle Ocho (I Know You Want Me) - Pitbull