Saturday, September 12, 2009

my life in writing

" But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and i shambled after as i've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
~ Jack Kerouac

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

College, a Pipe, and People.

College: diverse, unique. Any given college is full of diverse people who come from multifarious backgrounds and walks of life. My college happens to be OCC. We are the Pirates. We are unique and multifaceted. We are college students.

Yesterday, I searching for my music class when I came across the most amazing, interesting looking young fellow. I fancied him an old soul, sort of like myself. His attire was as follows: an old red and white plaid button up shirt, distressed jeans held up with black suspenders, chocolate brown loafers that looked quite worn but quite comfy, and my favorite part... his grandpa-style smoking pipe. His hair had a side part and was slicked slightly back. This young man looked as though he just barely finished high school, but he seemed to have the confidence of an accomplished, elderly man. I thoroughly enjoyed watching him as he smoked his pipe and sauntered across the campus, probably heading to his next class.

Today, as I meandered to my class I overheard a young girl (about 18/19 years old... not a great deal younger than me, but like I previously stated, I consider myself an old soul) asking the other young girl walking alongside her, "What stereo type would you describe me as?". I had to smile at her question; it seemed a bit silly and nonsensical, to me. Her walking buddy couldn't quite come up with a straight answer, and after about 2 seconds the 1st girl exclaimed, "See! You can't answer! Everyone seems to be unable to place me in a stereo-type! I'm different, but..." Finally I was out of ear-shot, and could no longer listen to the amusing, ridiculous conversation of these two high-school graduates.

College, I believe, is the melting pot of styles, personalities, beliefs, and goals. There are those who attend college merely to appease their parents. Some have a passion and drive to achieve the dreams many deemed impossible for them to achieve. A few may want to go to college, not so much for the learning but for the socializing. And some go because they never had a chance - when they were young, spry, and could take on the world - to finish [college] for personal reasons. Each person holds an interesting story; each story is a piece of fabric that weaves together a beautiful, unique enviroment.

I have come to be rather fond of the college experience, not to confused with the usual just-freshly-graduated-high-schoolers-turned-college-students-so-excited-to-be-free-and-independent (even though they usually are still living at home and having mommy and daddy pay for tuition and other expenses), but the fondness of an avid people watcher. I've always been quite enraptured with watching people and studying their personalities, which is a trait I gladly gleaned from my Grandpa and my mom. So, for me, the avid people-watcher/observer, to be able to walk around a giant melting pot of diverse people is like setting the biggest, yummiest looking chocolate cupcake in front of a chocoholic (or even cupcakeoholic)... I become like a child in bookstore (I use the analogy of a bookstore because I'm also an avid reader, and I've never liked candy... thus child in bookstore, not child in candy store). I am happy.

I realize that this blog seems a bit choppy and abstract. It is a bit like how my thought process goes; many thoughts stream through my mind, abstractly connected; lucid to me, but obscure and mysterious to others. But I hope you find the ability to see people the way I do, unique and fascinating; holding a story that is a pure treasure. Pick a day, and just sit on a bench somewhere (like a mall or popular park) and just watch/observe the people that pass by. Study them, and if some random person - whomever it might be (homeless, rich, wierd) - sits next to you, DO NOT miss that opportunity to delve into their story, to understand their life. I promise it will make your day, and maybe even your week.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

It seems an eternity since I last blogged... probably because, in essence, it has been [an eternity]. I spent my entire summer working like a maniac: I traveled to 3 countries (Hungary, England, and Austria) in 3 months, organized games for children's camps in California and in England, worked in the office incessantly, taught at VBS, and as soon as I came home from Europe (for good... for the rest of 2009 at least), I started school again. I am most pleased to report that I am in my Baking class! I am so excited to be learning from Chef Simpson, and to finally have the proper training I will most indubitably need in the future.
Needless to say, I am exhausted from my busy summer; however, I wouldn't change a single thing. It was an amazing summer that was insanely eventful and tiring, with non-stop work - I loved every minute of it! I am very happy to be home and to have things slow down just a smidge.

I have some very exciting news, for me anyways: I have my first Wedding Cake job!! My friend is getting married in November and asked me if I would do her cake!! Imagine my pure excitement; my very first job, a way to start getting my name out there!! Only thing is, I don't have a set-in-stone business name for my cakes yet, which is a bit of a problem. Nonetheless, I am so excited to be starting so much sooner than I had anticipated!

Second tidbit of excitement: my 22nd birthday is in less than a month!! I am excited and a little nervous, because I don't have a party planned yet (thanks to my busy, hectic summer). I was thinking I might do a desert night: every meet at a specified restaurant to have desert and coffee. Nothing to fancy or over the top, just right... for me. It would be fun to have, maybe, a black/white attire. A bit more planning + tidbit more creativity = a fabulous 22nd birthday!! Any ideas would be most welcomed as well.

Well, it seems to be time for bed now.