I understand that scissors can beat paper and I get that rock beats scissors but there is no way paper can beat rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around the rock, leaving it immobile? What can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of paper constantly suffocating students while they are taking notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anything. A rock would tear it up in two seconds. That is why when I play rock, paper, scissors I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims they beat me with paper I can punch them in the face and say, 'Oh sorry, i thought your paper would protect you."
I didn't actually write this, i read it on a sign somewhere, but I can picture me saying it because I agree with it, so I thought I would share.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
I'm liking the name Jim tonight
"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: 'It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.'"
- Jim Jarmusch
"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."
- Jim Morrison
Success is doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.
-Jim Rohn
I try to do something the audience might not have seen before. Like if I'm gonna kiss a girl I wanna kiss her like a girl has never been kissed. Like maybe I would kick her legs out from under her and catch her right before she hits the ground and then kiss her.
-Jim Carry
- Jim Jarmusch
"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."
- Jim Morrison
Success is doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.
-Jim Rohn
I try to do something the audience might not have seen before. Like if I'm gonna kiss a girl I wanna kiss her like a girl has never been kissed. Like maybe I would kick her legs out from under her and catch her right before she hits the ground and then kiss her.
-Jim Carry
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
So. Today was the first day of the semester and as such i got a couple new teachers. One of said teachers had us fill out an interview type thing. One of the questions was as followed: where do you see yourself in 15 years. I liked this question. And i have and answer for it. And, yes, I will tell you said answer.
In 15 years I will be 32. I will be done with school (thank goodness). I will be married to my best friend. We will live in a house we built on the edge of Portland, OR. We will have some little people who call us mom and dad. We will be teaching them how to be great people.
I will have a Doctorates in psychology (and be able to spell that with out thinking really hard about it first). I will own my own office where I will help teenagers talk through their problems and feel better about their lives while my own babies are in school.
I'll be doing as much good outside of my home as I am inside of it and I will be able to be self-sufficient but I won't need to be because my man will be there to take care of me.
We will spend out evenings cooking together and dancing in the kitchen. We will have great friends that we invite over for dinner parties. We will kiss like newly weds and know each other as well as any couple of 50 years. We won't make our kids eat oatmeal if they don't want to.
We will be very happy I think.
that is all.
taylor.
In 15 years I will be 32. I will be done with school (thank goodness). I will be married to my best friend. We will live in a house we built on the edge of Portland, OR. We will have some little people who call us mom and dad. We will be teaching them how to be great people.
I will have a Doctorates in psychology (and be able to spell that with out thinking really hard about it first). I will own my own office where I will help teenagers talk through their problems and feel better about their lives while my own babies are in school.
I'll be doing as much good outside of my home as I am inside of it and I will be able to be self-sufficient but I won't need to be because my man will be there to take care of me.
We will spend out evenings cooking together and dancing in the kitchen. We will have great friends that we invite over for dinner parties. We will kiss like newly weds and know each other as well as any couple of 50 years. We won't make our kids eat oatmeal if they don't want to.
We will be very happy I think.
that is all.
taylor.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
What 2011 brought me:
January brought a week at home with gracie, watching heroes for new years. It brought a question game of epic proportions. It brought a 11 year old sister. It brought a cousin who got my bedroom. It brought boxes.
February brought a new house. It brought a new ward. It brought new friends. It brought saying goodbyes. It brought a three hour block filled with tears. It brought a new bed.
March brought a new school. It brought a twenty year old sister. It brought lots of hard things. It brought new friends of the unexpected sort. It brought a wall of things I love. It brought a realization of how lucky I am.
April brought a spring break no one remembers. It brought a 14 year old sister. It brought a bout of forgetting who I was. It brought a series of writing challenges and late nights. It brought feeling like I was missing my life and so alive it hurt.
May brought a blogging challenge. It brought trips to take soup to sick friends. It brought a year book day I'll never forget. It brought important phone numbers. It brought a title. It brought missing lone peak. It brought a week with just faith and grace. It brought end of school testing.
June brought the last day of school. It brought house sitting. It brought trek. It brought forgiving my mother for a while. It brought seven peaks. It brought swinging late at night. It brought excitement.
July brought best friends turning 16. It brought parties. It brought staying out late It brought sleeping in. It brought flying alone. It brought more wishes than any one should deserve. It brought two weeks of joy. It brought girls camp. It brought sunshine. It brought happiness.
August brought old friends. It brought new old starts. It brought mad writing frenzies where a chapter could be written in 3 hours. It brought new classes, and new teachers, and new friends, all in an old school. It brought Kolob.
September brought longing for things in faded colors and golden light. It brought out the hopeless romantic in me. It brought finishing the first draft of my book. It brought roof top concerts and bike rides at dusk. It brought all nighters. It brought a weekend of heather. It brought the resurrection of the question game.
October brought being 17 and a scavenger hunt in the mall. It brought a kiss behind the school and holding hands at a football game. It brought questions. It brought counting down in days instead of months and years. It brought a speeding ticket. It brought fall break. It brought the zoo and build a bear.
Novermber brought not being able to write. It brought thanksgiving break. It brought lots of food. It brought an official boyfriend. It brought quotes and fun and gummy bears. It brought trouble in chemistry, but not really caring because of heather and aubri and seeing the boy before.
December brought the longing to go sledding and no snow, a first for both. It brought wondering it he really liked me and breaking up over a text. It brought living with heather in salt lake. It brought good books. It brought tears, from being sad and laughing too hard. It brought so much time I didn't know what to do with it and got nothing done. It brought a few ends, and more beginnings.
2012 with bring even more.
January brought a week at home with gracie, watching heroes for new years. It brought a question game of epic proportions. It brought a 11 year old sister. It brought a cousin who got my bedroom. It brought boxes.
February brought a new house. It brought a new ward. It brought new friends. It brought saying goodbyes. It brought a three hour block filled with tears. It brought a new bed.
March brought a new school. It brought a twenty year old sister. It brought lots of hard things. It brought new friends of the unexpected sort. It brought a wall of things I love. It brought a realization of how lucky I am.
April brought a spring break no one remembers. It brought a 14 year old sister. It brought a bout of forgetting who I was. It brought a series of writing challenges and late nights. It brought feeling like I was missing my life and so alive it hurt.
May brought a blogging challenge. It brought trips to take soup to sick friends. It brought a year book day I'll never forget. It brought important phone numbers. It brought a title. It brought missing lone peak. It brought a week with just faith and grace. It brought end of school testing.
June brought the last day of school. It brought house sitting. It brought trek. It brought forgiving my mother for a while. It brought seven peaks. It brought swinging late at night. It brought excitement.
July brought best friends turning 16. It brought parties. It brought staying out late It brought sleeping in. It brought flying alone. It brought more wishes than any one should deserve. It brought two weeks of joy. It brought girls camp. It brought sunshine. It brought happiness.
August brought old friends. It brought new old starts. It brought mad writing frenzies where a chapter could be written in 3 hours. It brought new classes, and new teachers, and new friends, all in an old school. It brought Kolob.
September brought longing for things in faded colors and golden light. It brought out the hopeless romantic in me. It brought finishing the first draft of my book. It brought roof top concerts and bike rides at dusk. It brought all nighters. It brought a weekend of heather. It brought the resurrection of the question game.
October brought being 17 and a scavenger hunt in the mall. It brought a kiss behind the school and holding hands at a football game. It brought questions. It brought counting down in days instead of months and years. It brought a speeding ticket. It brought fall break. It brought the zoo and build a bear.
Novermber brought not being able to write. It brought thanksgiving break. It brought lots of food. It brought an official boyfriend. It brought quotes and fun and gummy bears. It brought trouble in chemistry, but not really caring because of heather and aubri and seeing the boy before.
December brought the longing to go sledding and no snow, a first for both. It brought wondering it he really liked me and breaking up over a text. It brought living with heather in salt lake. It brought good books. It brought tears, from being sad and laughing too hard. It brought so much time I didn't know what to do with it and got nothing done. It brought a few ends, and more beginnings.
2012 with bring even more.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
The Vow (2012) - Official Trailer [HD]
Obviously I am a sucker for a good love story, and this trailer made me cry and immediatly decide to watch this the second it comes out no matter what.
I hope some one will agree to go with me.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
"Penguins are very funny birds. They walk with a waddle, they're shaped like a bottle, they are really quite absurd."
I want to be a penguin when I grow up.
They seem to have everything going for them.
They slid around on their bellies.
They are always dressed their best.
They are loyal.
They help each other out.
They share and take turns.
They are quite wonderful, I think we should all make the change.
that is all.
taylor.
p.s. ten points and a proposal to anyone who can name the movie that quote at the beginning comes from.
I want to be a penguin when I grow up.
They seem to have everything going for them.
They slid around on their bellies.
They are always dressed their best.
They are loyal.
They help each other out.
They share and take turns.
They are quite wonderful, I think we should all make the change.
that is all.
taylor.
p.s. ten points and a proposal to anyone who can name the movie that quote at the beginning comes from.
Friday, December 2, 2011
The facts as they stand:
1.the day I stop trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue is the day my childhood dies
2.when I go out side in my father's shirt, I should expect the whole neighborhood to be out there waiting to see just how lovely my underwear is, because they will be.
3.when I am sick, there are never enough blog posts to keep me entertained.
4.I probably use to much lotion. I'm okay with that.
5.When it is cold outside, I like to wear as little clothing as possible. it is a bit backwards but I like the feeling of the hairs standing up on the back of my arms. it makes me feel alive.
6.my caffeine intake is a problem. six months off didn't help it any.
7.wehn you siwtch aornud the ltteres lkie tihs I neevr ntoice.
8.I really wish I could beat some one at ultimate tic-tac-toe. just once? please?
9.christmas break is so close I can almost taste it and the lack of snow is starting to concern me. the later it comes the later it stays, and I am against snow in june.
10.my brain is tired and I bet I am out before 10:30, again, after sleeping the last three days.
that is all.
taylor.
1.the day I stop trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue is the day my childhood dies
2.when I go out side in my father's shirt, I should expect the whole neighborhood to be out there waiting to see just how lovely my underwear is, because they will be.
3.when I am sick, there are never enough blog posts to keep me entertained.
4.I probably use to much lotion. I'm okay with that.
5.When it is cold outside, I like to wear as little clothing as possible. it is a bit backwards but I like the feeling of the hairs standing up on the back of my arms. it makes me feel alive.
6.my caffeine intake is a problem. six months off didn't help it any.
7.wehn you siwtch aornud the ltteres lkie tihs I neevr ntoice.
8.I really wish I could beat some one at ultimate tic-tac-toe. just once? please?
9.christmas break is so close I can almost taste it and the lack of snow is starting to concern me. the later it comes the later it stays, and I am against snow in june.
10.my brain is tired and I bet I am out before 10:30, again, after sleeping the last three days.
that is all.
taylor.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
I am young and I am invincible and I am alive.
I like things loud. My music, my voice, my arguments, my car. I refuse to pass through quietly.
I like things bright. My hair, my nails, my clothes, my thoughts. I refuse to show a watered down version.
I like things different. My habits, my personality, my quarks, my friends. I refuse to conform to what everyone else is doing.
I like things unpredictable. My adventures, my day, my conversations, my mood. I refuse to waste my life spending my time on repeat.
I like things spicy. I like things exciting. I like things happening. I like things interesting. I like things new. I like things happy. I like things.
I am young and I am invincible and I am alive and I like it that way.
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