The night sky and Milky Way resting above a lake in Canada.
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“What’s the best (or rather, worst) backhanded compliment you’ve ever received? If you can’t think of any — when’s the last time someone paid you a compliment you didn’t actually deserve?”
-The Daily Post
I was at my hair salon a week ago from today getting a trim before I left for college. The salon I go to is extremely small- 3 hair dresser stations and 2 sinks squished together in a short row as soon as you walk through the beige, chipped double doors. As I was getting my hair washed by the assistant- a 5’2 blonde woman, a little on the heavier side, and perky as can be- began talking about how she was offended from what a customer had said to her earlier. She explained that a regular customer of the salon’s came in and said to her, “Wow, you look so good!” At first, I was confused as to why she was offended. She began justifying herself, saying things such as, “What, did I not look good before?” I could understand where she was coming from, especially because she had been trying to lose weight. However, she was letting her insecurities get in the way of her judgement.
I never put too much thought into when people compliment me, maybe because it doesn’t happen all that often. Maybe it’s just because I’m not the type of person to allow other people’s opinions bother me. We as a society put too much thought into the meaning behind things. Not everyone is like Gretchen Weiners from Mean Girls, “Oh my God. I love that skirt. Where did you get it?” People usually mean what they say, and say what they mean. I realize these are some large generalizations; I’m just trying have hope for our society.
I hope everyone is enjoying back to school season. It’s day 2 of my sophomore year at college and I’m so ecstatic to be back.
The past week I have been buried with back-to-school chores, shopping, and mental preparation. Although I didn’t need to do much in the way of purchasing, I did have a plethora of packing on my to-do list, hence the reason for the no-posts. With this 4 hour break I have Monday and Wednesdays between classes, I figured it would be a great time to catch up.
The move yesterday in went easy. I realize this year, as a sophomore, I don’t need to bring nearly as much as I did last year. My general packing list included bedding, clothes, TV, and food…mostly food. I don’t recommend bringing a lot to college. Although you need enough to make it feel like home, you don’t want a cluttered room. I know I’m not alone when I say that trying to do work in a cluttered room makes things so much more laborious. College is hard enough without the stress brought onto yourself by yourself. You have to do the little things in order to make it easier.
I had my first Creative Writing class today. I was a bit worrisome prior to the class after doing a search on ratemyprofessor.com. All of my CW teacher’s reviews were terrible. For example, one review said, “He is boring, arrogant, and condescending…I do not recommend taking his class. Not worth taking.” However, after the class was over I didn’t want to leave. It was like my brain was begging for more. My teacher uses such descriptive words and examples; it was almost like I was watching a movie written by my teacher, but directed by myself. It was an experience unlike any other. “It’s syllabus day, it’s bound to get worse.” That’s what I was told whenever I was trying to explain it to my dad. He didn’t understand. Maybe it takes a special type of person, a certain brain type like ours to understand. English is a difficult language, but when it’s all put together with just the right formula, it’s beautiful.
What I learned from this is that you should try and take at least one class in something that you love. Last semester, I took mostly History classes and I was miserable. Take a class that makes you want to get up in the morning; a class that leaves you thirsting for more. I’m excited to see where this class takes me and what I learn from it. Hopefully the evidence will be dripping from the pages of this blog as time goes on.
Best of luck to all of my fellow students this semester, and may the odds be ever in your favor.
Today at work I had a creative combustion. This happens from time to time, where my mind thinks for itself. I’m completely terrified of my own subconscious, but that’s for a later post. I thought of a quote…where it came from? No idea, but it caused me to think.
The quote is: “If you can’t find me, I’m probably lost.”
After I got home, I googled it to see if I had just remembered it from somewhere. The only result I got was a Yahoo! Answers about bowel cancer. So, I’m going to take that as a no and ™ that quote. I’m the original! Does that make me an author? Cool.
I couldn’t, and still can’t figure out exactly what that means, though. Is it emotional? Physical? I can’t decide.
SO, I’m going to leave this to all of my 15 followers and anyone else who gets the chance to read this. What do you think it means? Pingback or comment, I am interested!
“Humans see what they want to see.” ― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief
As I lay here in bed, throw back, grade school-colored PJ pants on, attempting to keep the fifty pound weights from crushing my eyelids, I’m thinking about how much I have yet to do tonight; all of which includes blogging and reading of course. First up, ticket for one to the blog train. Choo! Choo!
So last Thursday, I left on my first big adventure of my life. You know it’s big because I used bold, underline, AND italics. Me and my closest friend, Hannah, went on an 8 hour road trip to Virginia Beach to see Dave Matthews Band perform. This all started when I was fed up that I was the only one in my family that had not been on vacation this year. My brothers go on vacation with their girlfriends, and my dad goes on photography trips every summer. So I convinced my mind that I was more than deserving of a little me time. I started looking around online, searching every website imaginable. Then I remembered that I had missed the DMB concert in Pittsburgh. I swiftly searched for his upcoming tour dates, and there I saw it: Farm Bureau, Virginia Beach, VA. Right away, I sent a text message to Hannah asking her if she would want to join me, which of course she had agreed to. The next two weeks were full of anticipation and excitement.
We left on Thursday morning, around 11. The GPS said it would take 6 hours and 48 minutes to drive from Pittsburgh to our hotel in Virginia Beach. So we started off our 7 hour journey. One of the good things about being friends with Hannah is that we have the same exact taste in music. The whole ride down consisted of us screaming the lyrics to our favorite songs with the windows rolled down, allowing the brisk wind to blow through our hair. So we’re driving for a couple hours, when we realize the GPS took us the back way instead of through Washington DC. We ran into construction, which added about 45 minutes to our travels. Once we got to civilization again, it was rush hour. Cars were packed together like sardines. We sat there for an hour! We finally arrived at our hotel at around 10 p.m. What originally was suppose to be a 7 hour car ride turned into almost 12 hours. Needless to say, we were bone-weary and dog-tired.
The next day, we woke up and took our travels to the beach. The area we arrived at was swimming with people, literally. So we ran into the ocean, let the waves sweep us away, then began working on our golden tans. However, that didn’t last long. It was so crowded with people that we couldn’t go more than 3 minutes without someone walking by, kicking sand up that ended up all over our suntan lotion’d, greasy bodies. So we decided to go grab some lunch, then begin to get ready for the concert that was later that night. We went to a restaurant right on the bay called Rudee’s by recommendation from her father. I had She-Crab Soup and a salad. It was well-prepared, well-seasoned, and quite scrumptious to say the least. A definite recommendation to anyone in the area. One of the things we noticed was the music they played in Rudee’s; the music was mostly John Mayer, Dave Matthews Band, Jack Johnson, and Red Hot Chili Peppers. We were delighted because this was the exact kind of music we enjoyed. It made our visit that much more memorable.
We got back to our room, showered, and put on our sundresses. This is the night we had been anxiously waiting for, everything had to be perfect. Luckily, the concert venue was only 12 minutes down the road from our hotel. We got there about an hour and a half early. We stood in line until 6, when they opened the doors. Surprisingly, there was not much commotion and everything went pretty orderly through the ticket lines. We hurried over to purchase a tour t-shirts, then subitaneously traveled back to the lawn to get a good seat. We found an area with a perfect view; what we didn’t know was that we were about to be surrounded by drugs and drunks. The concert started, and the crowd went crazy (as expected), and as did we. Dave played a few acoustic songs, then left for a 30 minutes intermission. During that 30 minutes, the sun went down, and the drugs and alcohol set in. There was redolence of marijuana in the air around us. As soon as the second set started, everyone around us went completely wild. The family to the left of us, who were all in their 30’s or older, were passing around blunts. They also had brownies, which I’m guessing had substance in it as well. The youngest of the group, who also happened to be the most messed up, came over and introduced herself. Her name was Lola and she was around 35 years old. She said told us she came over to give us advice. I thought to myself, “Oh boy, I know this is going to be the drugs talking.” So I was prepared to hear something completely spiritual, yet bizarre. She told us to never negate anything in life, regardless of how bad it may seem. She began to tell us about how her son’s father passed away last year. She said, “Am I sad about it? Fuck no! Wanna know why? Because he’s all around me. He’s in the air. He’s in the trees. He’s everywhere. I can feel him.” A lot of you might have just laughed and thought she was crazy, but this hit home with me. I lost my mom 3 years ago. I’m still mourning her loss to this day, but Lola had a good point. Why be sad? Being sad isn’t going to bring her back. Instead, I should be rejoicing that I had such a great mother, and that I still do. Who would have thought I would have learned such life-changing advice at a Dave Matthews concert? The night went on and the concert was phenomenal. For anyone who hasn’t been to a DMB concert, you need to go. Everyone is so carefree for those 4 hours, it’s extremely refreshing to the soul.
Saturday we lounged around the pool by our hotel, continuing to work on our tans. Our hotel also had a spa in it, so we spoiled ourselves and got manicures. That night we traveled back to beach to go to the much approved beachfront restaurant called Waterman’s. After searching for parking for what seemed like eternity, we finally found $3.00 road parking, which I successfully attempted my first parallel park. (Go me!) The food was extravagant. I ordered a pasta that included cavatappi noodles, a tomato cream sauce, onions, peppers, fresh shrimp, fresh scallops, and sausage. It was worth the $20.00 I paid for it. The shrimp was huge! Another recommendation I would suggest to anyone visiting the area. That night, we decided to pack everything up and crash early to prepare for the 7-8 hour trip back home.
Overall, the experience was great. It is definitely going to be something I remember for the rest of my life. One of those, “remember when?” stories I can tell my kids over and over again until they become sick of hearing it. I think it’s important to treat yourself every once in a while. Even if you don’t think you can afford it, the memories are more valuable than any type of currency. Good friends, good music, and good food can get you through anything and everything.
Turns out, not where, but who you’re with that really matters. – Dave Matthews Band, Best Of What’s Around
Until next time,
After a decent amount of research, a plethora of advice, and too much procrastination, I finally made it…my first blog. As I’m sitting here on my couch, Modern Family buzzing on the television in the background, my cat begging for attention, I catch myself wondering: where do I even start? A name seems like a push in the right direction. If anyone can find one of those new Coke bottles with the name Jess on it, I’ll be accepting all donations.
Here are a few basic facts about me:
This is my two brothers and I from this past Easter. My oldest brother, Eric, is on the left. He graduated from PSU main a few years ago and is living in Philadelphia. On the right is my other brother, Ethan. He just graduated Wheeling Jesuit and is going to be attending graduate school next year.
So enough about me, there is plenty of time for that in the future. This blog is directed toward helping students through high school, college, and life in general. I have experienced a considerable amount of unfortunate events in my time. So as I go about talking about my daily struggles and mishaps, and also my joys and successful experiences, I want to hear about yours, too. I can’t promise the greatest advice, but it’s someone to listen and it’s cheaper than a therapist. I will have my contact information in an up and coming post. Until then, COMMENT! I want feedback. I want questions. I want interaction.
“For good ideas and true innovation, you need human interaction, conflict, argument, debate.” -Margaret Heffernan
Until next time,