Don has been forcing me to clean all weekend. Gramma and Papa K are coming for a visit today. If your family is anything like mine, we only really clean before we have company over. Why, as a society, do we feel the need to put up such a false front? We don't really live in squeaky clean houses and have flowers in the middle of our kitchen table and have the scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and tender roast hanging in the air. Do we really want people to think we live like this? What happened to wanting people to love us for what we are and nothing more? Has authenticity lost it's value?
"No, Emily, you're just over-analyzing the situation. It's your grandparents, for Christ's sake."
Everyone wants to be loved and appreciated for the things they do and the person they really are. Some of us just have trouble putting that person out there, for fear of being rejected.
Anyways. I'll leave you with that thought.
I have a hot date with a pair of rubber gloves and a sink full of dishes.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wikipedia FTW.
This is a giraffe.
The giraffe (Giraffa camelopardalis) is an African even-toed ungulate mammal, the tallest of all land-living animal species, and the largest ruminant. It is covered in large, irregular patches of yellow to black fur separated by white, off-white, or dark yellowish brown background. The average mass for an adult male giraffe is 1,191 kilograms (2,630 lb) while the average mass for an adult female is 828 kilograms (1,830 lb). It is approximately 4.3 metres (14 ft) to 5.2 metres (17 ft) tall, although the tallest male recorded stood almost 6 metres (20 ft).
The giraffe is related to deer and cattle, but is placed in a separate family, the Giraffidae, consisting of only the giraffe and its closest relative, the okapi. Its range extends from Chad in Central Africa to South Africa.
Giraffes usually inhabit savannas, grasslands, or open woodlands. However, when food is scarce they will venture into areas with denser vegetation. They prefer areas with plenty of acacia growth. They will drink large quantities of water when available which enables them to live for extended periods in dry, arid areas.
Playing Grand Theft Auto Four.
I knifed a police officer.
Epic.
HELLO, WORLD.
Roar.
So I was in the doctor's office yesterday, waiting for an hour and a freaking half as usual. The woman sitting next to me kept glancing up from her US Weekly to stare at me. Cue the uncomfortable silence, where everyone realizes how much they don't want to be there and starts to wish that the lone Asian baby in the waiting room crying would shut the fuck up. I was too busy playing Tetris Mania on my cellular mobile to notice the old couple shuffle in. After they sat down across the room from me, I looked up. Something familiar about them hit me like a tidal wave.
They looked like every pair of old people I've ever seen in a doctor's office. She was wearing faded navy blue stretch jeans and had a big, pink faux-leather purse and a bad perm. His hat said, "The Real Boss" and the deep lines in his face showed signs of hardship. They were probably Gus and Mildred or George and Prudence and they were probably very beautiful at one time. In their prime, I can bet you that they were madly in love and had thirteen children before he went off to war. Sadness struck me, realizing that they were no longer striking, no longer passionate, just average, just old. Society had given up on them and all they really had were each other. Will I end up like that? Will I no longer be Emily, and become just another elderly face to pass on the road when they're driving slow and ignore when they smile at you, thinking how nice it would be to be young again?
The little Hindu boy reading The Little Mermaid to his dad will grow up. The lady with the harsh bangs and dirty slipper socks will one day find herself alone. The tired looking receptionist will finally figure out how to apply eyeliner close to her anotomical eyelids. But me, where will I end up? Just another face in the doctor's office? Just another piece of the puzzle, co-existing with all these other souls? I can only hope that I will become something more.
"Maybe one day I'll find where I'm supposed to be.
But for now, I am here, and I will make it my own."
So I was in the doctor's office yesterday, waiting for an hour and a freaking half as usual. The woman sitting next to me kept glancing up from her US Weekly to stare at me. Cue the uncomfortable silence, where everyone realizes how much they don't want to be there and starts to wish that the lone Asian baby in the waiting room crying would shut the fuck up. I was too busy playing Tetris Mania on my cellular mobile to notice the old couple shuffle in. After they sat down across the room from me, I looked up. Something familiar about them hit me like a tidal wave.
They looked like every pair of old people I've ever seen in a doctor's office. She was wearing faded navy blue stretch jeans and had a big, pink faux-leather purse and a bad perm. His hat said, "The Real Boss" and the deep lines in his face showed signs of hardship. They were probably Gus and Mildred or George and Prudence and they were probably very beautiful at one time. In their prime, I can bet you that they were madly in love and had thirteen children before he went off to war. Sadness struck me, realizing that they were no longer striking, no longer passionate, just average, just old. Society had given up on them and all they really had were each other. Will I end up like that? Will I no longer be Emily, and become just another elderly face to pass on the road when they're driving slow and ignore when they smile at you, thinking how nice it would be to be young again?
The little Hindu boy reading The Little Mermaid to his dad will grow up. The lady with the harsh bangs and dirty slipper socks will one day find herself alone. The tired looking receptionist will finally figure out how to apply eyeliner close to her anotomical eyelids. But me, where will I end up? Just another face in the doctor's office? Just another piece of the puzzle, co-existing with all these other souls? I can only hope that I will become something more.
"Maybe one day I'll find where I'm supposed to be.
But for now, I am here, and I will make it my own."
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