Monday, April 27, 2009

The Meaning of Life is....

Just kidding. I have no idea yet. Well, perhaps an inkling...

HOLLY'S INKLINGS ABOUT THE MEANING OF LIFE (this list is quite spontaneous-enjoy):
1. Happiness (but only if you're happy doing nice things, like helping people or writing. If you're happy robbing banks, then maybe you should try for unhappiness.)

2. That early-morning-fresh-dewy-floral smell (go outside before seven and inhale. Then get back to me.)

3. People (people are wonderful. We're just amazing, amazing creatures. Sometimes I just look at big crowds and wish that I could know what each person's life is like, what they eat for breakfast in the morning, and what their ambitions are. It kills me that I can't know.)

4. Religion (no matter what yours is, everyone has to believe in something.)

5. Being yourself (nothing better, folks.)

6. Laughter (try it.)

7. Whatever you want. Just live.

That turned out a bit more preachy than I intended, but you get the idea. Sorry I haven't written in so long. It's been quite a big couple of weeks with state and the new term and other such momentous events.

Monday, April 6, 2009

The L's are silent, Mr. E.

For dinner tonight, my dad and I decided to make quesadillas. Well, he decided. By the time I made my grand entrance into the kitchen, he was already stirring a thin white liquid around in a bowl, looking puzzled.
The following conversation followed:
"Hi Dad. Need some help? I can chop the olives."
"Olives! Shoot! I forgot!"
"Hey Hol?"
"What?"
"Isn't this supposed to be thicker?"
"Um, yes."
"Okay, well, I'll add some more chicken. That should help."
"Maybe you could add flour. That's a thickener!"
"Yeah! Flour! Go get it!"
"Okay. Does that look like enough?"
"More. This stuff is really runny."
"There you go."
"I'll just start on the cheese."
"Dad?"
"What?"
"Is it supposed to look that disgusting?"
"I don't think so."
"Mom's home!"
"Quick! Hide the flour!"

Believer it or not, the quesadillas actually turned out fairly well. A little watery, though.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Like Jack

Stream of consciousness=prepare yourself:

So I'm writing a blog right now. Someone's making a CD for me. I hope it's cool. I had a great idea for mixed CD's-one for every time of day. Morning, afternoon, and evening. Some enchanted evening! Love that song. I wish I could sing better. The lady in that movie wears really short shorts. Especially for the 40's. I thought they were more conservative back then. Did my grandma wear short shorts? Probably not. I don't think so. I just paused for a few seconds. Don't think you're supposed to do that. Just flow. Like Christine's speech. That speech made me sad. I don't like suicide. I wish the teacher had turned the notebook in. Reminds me of Freedom Writers the movie. Great movie. Hilary Swank in pearls and power suits. Love Hilary Swank. She's great in Million Dollar Baby. Like that movie, but very tense. Tense movies are fun, but tense. Duh. Wow, this is getting kind of stupid. Pretty sure I normally think a little more intelligently than this. At least, I hope so. How would I really know. It's kind of neat how our minds can make connections that no one else's can. Like different smells and colors mean something different to everyone. I just think that's amazing. You can only know another person so well, you know. Unless you can get inside their head, which you can't. Unless you're Edward Cullen. Which you're not. Why did I bring Edward Cullen into this? I'm not one of those super obsessed Twilight fans, I swear. But I just thought of him, so I typed. This is seriously really fun. My wpm is probably off the charts right now. I'm flowing. Just like Christine's speech. I said that already. Something funny-I have headphones in but my music is off. Sometimes in the car if the radio is too quiet, I automatically reach to my ears to adjust my headphones. But of course I'm not wearing any. It's the radio. That's how much I listen to my ipod. I didn't used to listen to music that much. It grew on me. I wasn't supposed to be the musical one in the family, but I guess I kind of am. I'm not that great, really. I just like it. I think I'm meant to be more of an avid audience member than a musician. And that's fine with me. I like to listen. However, with speeches, I'd rather perform. Speaking is one of the best things in the world. You're so nervous, and all of the sudden you're up there and it's FUN. You enjoy it. You're persuasive, you're passionate, you're compelling. It's the best feeling in the world.

I officially had to force myself to stop. That was really fun. Dear readers, you should try that some time.