I hate putting the date on something if I’ve had to put the date on something the day before, and I see the two items next to each other. I get a sense of just how quickly the days are passing and just how little I am actually doing with my life.
Archive for the “Life” Category
Jun
02
2009
![]() ![]() Yesterday? Tomorrow?Posted by Re in Life, tags: days, dread, life, life is short, realization, timeI was at taco bell, right? And I ordered a Pina Colada Frutista Freeze. Just then, Garth Brooks came on my radio and started singing about two pina coladas. It was pretty cool, but I got the feeling that my radio was watching me. So it was pretty creepy at the same time.
May
18
2009
![]() ![]() High SchoolPosted by Re in Life, Stories, tags: brand, branding, changes, choices, feelings, high school, life, storyI know I just graduated. I know I’m only nineteen. I know. But a lot can happen in a year. Looking back, I’m a totally different person now, in a number of ways of course. The one that struck me just now is the way I portray myself. I used to be a mall-rat, I wore bright clothes, I was bubbly and at the same time vaguely emo. Sometimes I was described as a raver, not because I did drugs (I didn’t) but because of the bright colors and outlandish styles I would sport. I wore cute floofy skirts and way too much plastic jewelry. I remember a specific day where I chose to wear a striped polo shirt and jeans my senior year. I had none of my normal bright makeup on, no plastic stars around my neck. About halfway through the day one of my ‘good friends’ (because everyone was a good friend in high school) asked me what was wrong with me and what I was wearing. It wasn’t in a mean way, and it turns out a lot of people were confused by my choice out attire. Now, I’m reminded of a certain video by Ze Frank that I will link to later when I’m at a computer instead of on my blackberry. I had build up a personal brand, and now I was deviating from this. I had created a theme that people expected me to stick to and I was breaking free of it. The people around me kept me stuck in that niche of who I was, as I returned to my previous style the following day. When I went off to college, I had a new place to start. I was able to create a more sophisticated portrayal of myself, and seem more presentable to the world. My style no longer screamed “stupid bubbly teenage girl” and instead begged for respect, or at least I would like to think so. About halfway through my second semester, I began to miss my old style. I didn’t expect to go back into it, but I wanted to inforporate pieces of it into the brand I’ve created for myself. Now I’m trying to figure out how to do this without being overwhelming. A friend who knew me in high school and has actually watched the progression commented on it the other day. He said that I’ve gotten more sophisticated and I can’t pull off huge sparkly pink star earrings anymore. I’m kind of sad, partially because I’m afraid he’s right, and partially because I feel like it’s another example of being kept in a theme by outside forces. Besides, a lesbian who’s name I can’t remember and who I met once – at the mall whilst mallratting no less – gave me those earrings. I at least want to be able to wear them so that I can tell that story.
May
17
2009
![]() ![]() There are no words.Posted by Re in Life, tags: choices, family, growth, knowledge, maturity, networking, twitterIt’s always interesting when someone you don’t expect to hear from contacts you. Especially when it happens twice in one day, and especially when it’s a family friend. I’ve recently added a lot of my family and family friends to my social networks. It’s confusing because it’s not like there are things that I’m actively hiding from them, my profiles have always been open, but they just never happened to be priveledged to the information previously. So I get concerned emails, IMs, texts. I guess I never really noticed how much of an angsty bitch I can be on the internet. When I get frustrated, the first thing I do is send out angry tweets on my personal account. Now that there are people following me aside from my “peers,” or maybe now that my “peer group” is evolving into a more sophisticated group of people, I have to be more concious of how I portray myself via the intertubes. I even feel weird typing “via the intertubes,” I feel like I should be classy and say something like “through the virtual network of communication manifested on the world wide web.”
I think I’ll put my personal twitter on private. In addition to things like this (which I don’t have a problem with!), more people are following this account whom I do not know personally (which I do have a problem with).
May
14
2009
![]() ![]() So I moved out of college.Posted by Re in Life, Stories, tags: blog, blogging, college, life, moving
![]() I also started a couple new blogs. One of them was the product of an all-nighter with Brian Picone, and the crazy thoughts we began to have at around 7 in the morning. We haven’t posted anything yet, but it’s going to be a collection of information and stories that we write about our people-watching endeavors. The second is going to be a conglomoration of photos of myself with short stories accompanying the photos.
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