Thanks to my friend, glennlorraine for finding this earlier today.

Some of it’s cheesy, but some of it is still really funny (the “kids say the darndest things should really still be on the air” kind of funny).

My favorite in all seriousness:

‘When someone loves you,
The way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’
Billy - age 4

Now, that’s just a poetic 4-year-old. And I found this one to be the funniest:

‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’
Karl - age 5
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Speaking of clocks, I had to throw in this wall clock that I’ve been eying for a while. It reminds me of this surrealist painting by Salvador Dali, The Persistence of Memory. Great title, I’d say.

I remember seeing this back when I was looking for dorm necessities and spotted it again a few days ago so it got me thinking about it again. My mom just thought it was strange, but I think that’s false.

Speaking of clocks, I had to throw in this wall clock that I’ve been eying for a while. It reminds me of this surrealist painting by Salvador Dali, The Persistence of Memory. Great title, I’d say.

I remember seeing this back when I was looking for dorm necessities and spotted it again a few days ago so it got me thinking about it again. My mom just thought it was strange, but I think that’s false.

(via glennlorraine, fuckyeahphotography)
I have a particular love of watches, pocket watches, clocks, etc. Anything telling time, essentially. Even the little plastic ring watches that lasted for about a week that me and my sister used to get when we were kids. A friend of mine reblogged this picture and it reminds me of the souvenir pocket watch that I got in Paris. The bad news is that it doesn’t work anymore, it’s just around for decoration. The good news is that the ticking noise it made was so loud that I couldn’t sleep at night if it was in my room so I had to move it to where I couldn’t hear it anymore. Besides, I already have my watch to tell me the time.
I had never worn a watch regularly until my Model United Nations class took a Senior trip to Paris and the Netherlands for a conference. Without my phone working internationally and with so many scenarios where we were taken to a museum and told, “Be back here in an hour and a half” (because that was a realistic amount of time to take in all that places like the Louvre had to offer, of course, including getting lost inside. I’ll have to revisit some of those places for some unfinished business next year). I had to be able to keep track of time. Over the course of that trip I got very used to my watch and kind of dependent on it. That particular watch was one of my mother’s old watches that she didn’t wear anymore. It had a brown leather wristband and a rectangular clock with a gold rim around the edge. As I kept wearing it out of a developing habit I started wearing out the wristband of that watch quite a lot.
So at one point in time, over Winter Break I believe, I couldn’t seem to find that watch after looking everywhere. Thinking that I had left it at the house of my friend who had already left to go back to school, I went into a mini panic mode (pathetically, of course) and went through some withdrawal symptoms, always looking at my empty right wrist.
Side note: I’ve always worn my watch on my right wrist even though I’m right handed and this is usually not the case. It just came naturally to me and I put it on that wrist the first time without thinking about it. I’m a weird one like that, I guess.
Anyhow, my mom found a pretty cheap, brown watch and gave it to me one day, telling me it should hold me over. That it did. I took a liking to the silver over the gold and the only thing that hindered my transition is that the backdrop was dark brown, so at night or in dark lighting I couldn’t read it. Regardless, it kept me happy.
The one I’m still sporting today was a birthday/christmas present (they’re less than a month apart for me so sometimes they blend in my memory) and it’s an eco-drive watch that uses solar power so I never have to worry about killing batteries. So I’m back to slowly wearing out the brown leather strap on this watch on a daily basis.
Although I’ve been back at my friend’s house where I thought I left that first watch, it’s still yet to be found. I have a theory that it probably ran away because it was used to the vacation it got before I started dragging it along with me every day. One way or another, if I have something on my wrist telling me what time it is, I’m a happy camper.
Now, how could you ramble about watches for that long without loving them?

(via glennlorraine, fuckyeahphotography)

I have a particular love of watches, pocket watches, clocks, etc. Anything telling time, essentially. Even the little plastic ring watches that lasted for about a week that me and my sister used to get when we were kids. A friend of mine reblogged this picture and it reminds me of the souvenir pocket watch that I got in Paris. The bad news is that it doesn’t work anymore, it’s just around for decoration. The good news is that the ticking noise it made was so loud that I couldn’t sleep at night if it was in my room so I had to move it to where I couldn’t hear it anymore. Besides, I already have my watch to tell me the time.

I had never worn a watch regularly until my Model United Nations class took a Senior trip to Paris and the Netherlands for a conference. Without my phone working internationally and with so many scenarios where we were taken to a museum and told, “Be back here in an hour and a half” (because that was a realistic amount of time to take in all that places like the Louvre had to offer, of course, including getting lost inside. I’ll have to revisit some of those places for some unfinished business next year). I had to be able to keep track of time. Over the course of that trip I got very used to my watch and kind of dependent on it. That particular watch was one of my mother’s old watches that she didn’t wear anymore. It had a brown leather wristband and a rectangular clock with a gold rim around the edge. As I kept wearing it out of a developing habit I started wearing out the wristband of that watch quite a lot.

So at one point in time, over Winter Break I believe, I couldn’t seem to find that watch after looking everywhere. Thinking that I had left it at the house of my friend who had already left to go back to school, I went into a mini panic mode (pathetically, of course) and went through some withdrawal symptoms, always looking at my empty right wrist.

Side note: I’ve always worn my watch on my right wrist even though I’m right handed and this is usually not the case. It just came naturally to me and I put it on that wrist the first time without thinking about it. I’m a weird one like that, I guess.

Anyhow, my mom found a pretty cheap, brown watch and gave it to me one day, telling me it should hold me over. That it did. I took a liking to the silver over the gold and the only thing that hindered my transition is that the backdrop was dark brown, so at night or in dark lighting I couldn’t read it. Regardless, it kept me happy.

The one I’m still sporting today was a birthday/christmas present (they’re less than a month apart for me so sometimes they blend in my memory) and it’s an eco-drive watch that uses solar power so I never have to worry about killing batteries. So I’m back to slowly wearing out the brown leather strap on this watch on a daily basis.

Although I’ve been back at my friend’s house where I thought I left that first watch, it’s still yet to be found. I have a theory that it probably ran away because it was used to the vacation it got before I started dragging it along with me every day. One way or another, if I have something on my wrist telling me what time it is, I’m a happy camper.

Now, how could you ramble about watches for that long without loving them?

lungss:

Cast of Friends

I’m a fan. Such a fan. It’s been a while since the days that I popped in a dvd from one of the seasons and had a marathon. I should revisit that soon.

lungss:

Cast of Friends

I’m a fan. Such a fan. It’s been a while since the days that I popped in a dvd from one of the seasons and had a marathon. I should revisit that soon.

"If you’re not prepared to be wrong, you will never come up with anything original."
— Ken Robinson
So the other day I saw this license plate on my way home…

And it was pretty fantastic. I wish I had a picture. It was something along the lines 5SPY… How mysteriously cool does that driver seem? I wish my license plate had the word spy on it. I really wanted my license plate to say something funny. But what do I get? CVP. Just upsetting…

I also saw another car with UGH on their license plate which I think is great as well. It reminded me of my mom’s old work car that had UGH on it. Strangely appropriate, don’t you think? I’m just about completely jealous of that.

Anybody else have a cool/funny license plate or am I not the only one plagued with a license plate without a sense of humor?

I’m so in love with this album right now. I’ve been into Fleetwood Mac stuff for a while now because my mom used to be a huge fan and rekindled that a few years ago. I’ve become increasingly fond of them lately though. And I switched CDs with my mom so I have this one in my car now and basically all I want to do is drive around so I can blast it in there. I know it’s one of those that I really love too much, which usually I can tell by how much I piss people off with the repeat button. But, this time it’s because while I’ve been at work or somewhere else and I’ve literally been sitting there thinking about how I miss listening to those songs and I’m excited for when I get to again and then go ahead and try to play them in my head. Just… generally strange.

Dear Lindsey Buckingham’s guitar playing,
I love you.
Sincerely, an inadequate kid.
P.S. Tell Stevie Nicks that I love her voice along with it. No worries, yours is loveable as well. No Christine McVie on this one though (I don’t think), so that’s kind of a bummer. Anyhow, Kudos.
P.P.S. I wish I saw you guys in concert once I really started getting into your music and appreciating it more. Why does this always happen to me?

I’m so in love with this album right now. I’ve been into Fleetwood Mac stuff for a while now because my mom used to be a huge fan and rekindled that a few years ago. I’ve become increasingly fond of them lately though. And I switched CDs with my mom so I have this one in my car now and basically all I want to do is drive around so I can blast it in there. I know it’s one of those that I really love too much, which usually I can tell by how much I piss people off with the repeat button. But, this time it’s because while I’ve been at work or somewhere else and I’ve literally been sitting there thinking about how I miss listening to those songs and I’m excited for when I get to again and then go ahead and try to play them in my head. Just… generally strange.

Dear Lindsey Buckingham’s guitar playing,

I love you.

Sincerely, an inadequate kid.

P.S. Tell Stevie Nicks that I love her voice along with it. No worries, yours is loveable as well. No Christine McVie on this one though (I don’t think), so that’s kind of a bummer. Anyhow, Kudos.

P.P.S. I wish I saw you guys in concert once I really started getting into your music and appreciating it more. Why does this always happen to me?

A note on trust issues and generally complicating, negative behaviors

Today I was driving home and within a five or ten second time span a concept sort of popped in my brain. With those kinds of things it’s always hard to explain them part by part in words because when they hit you like that you just understand it and don’t have to explain it to yourself necessarily, but let’s just take a try and see how that works out.

Basically I was thinking about people’s behaviors in terms of jumping to conclusions, assuming the worst, taking things personally, and just generally overreacting to things (that are often times misunderstandings). Have you ever noticed that it’s so much easier to be so honest and straightforward with those people who don’t have those behaviors? (The people who believe in giving people the benefit of the doubt, who don’t take things personally, who can stay rational and calm rather than overreact, and who more naturally are willing to step into other people’s shoes and understand where they’re coming from.) This is as opposed to people who display the opposite behaviors, who are often times difficult to be completely honest and straightforward with because under situations of confrontation things just become so much more complicated and misunderstood with them. 

So many times people have these major trust issues and will assume the worst in people because of it rather than give them the benefit of the doubt, when often I think that it’s those kinds of attitudes that cause people to do things that could be considered untrustworthy, like not being completely honest or withholding something to avoid confrontation. So if people continue to act in this way they could just be making it more difficult for people to want to or be able to be honest and straightforward with them, making the trust issues worse, in turn. 

So I guess it comes down to your own temperament. If you don’t want to have to worry about not being able to trust people to be honest with you, maybe do what you can on your part. Although there are always going to be the people who are just dishonest regardless of who they are dealing with, those behaviors of jumping to negative conclusions and overreacting can’t help. Maybe if more people made a point of being more understanding, calm, rational, and of giving people the benefit of the doubt they would make it easier for people to be honest to them, and hopefully make it easier for themselves to trust people to do so with them in calmer forms of confrontation. 

I figured that would sound very jumbled, repetitive, and confusing. It probably does. But, I’m tired and have to get up early for work tomorrow so it’s the best I can do to try to explain what was up with my brain in that moment and a thought I’ve been working on since then. I’ll always try to remind myself to be someone people can feel more comfortable coming to and honestly confronting. Besides, in the long run it’s better to calmly deal with things and have them be out there than to avoid it because of an impending, intense explosion of a confrontation. 

Yeah, I need some sleep. Goodnight, all.

JD

Hello, Chicago :]

And sadly, goodbye tomorrow morning. It’s been a good few days filled with fun, heat, and a lot of walking.

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Dear Florence,

See you in September!

- JD

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Dear Florence, See you in September! - JD
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