icelandic and breathtaking

Not the usual post name- but it is the name of the colors I am using to repaint the upstairs bathroom. My stay here is Rochester is extremely limited, just around 7 days to be exact. So I was faced with the dilemma of sitting at home every day (which is FUN!) or putting my 7 days of unscheduled and restless days to good work. School work? Nooooooooooo. Personal work? ha. I've put myself hard at work making our shameful girls bathroom (which is currently coated in blue tile...) to good use and practice my interior designing skills. The look has yet to be completed. I'll post something up here just so everyone can see how good I am (yea, right!) and be compelled to make the same change.

So there pops up my question- and my favorite word. Change. Who fears it, and why? We all recognize the fact that there are reasons behind it (security, comfort, lack of confidence in the unknown) but does it deal with resources too? If we have everything we need to complete the task (I have sand paper, rollers, primer, the whole deal) are we more confident? Or if it is something we really want to be completed, do we find the resources anyways? The answer may seem obvious (umm, yes?) but if you really look into it, I think the size of the task at hand, the resources available and those working around you (or lack there of in my case) really mold your opinion of change. But then there are those who simply fear it. What would be the ideal situation for change? Think learning, results, failures, frustrations, triumphs..

take two

My question is simple. What ever happened to the thought of being a self-sufficient independent person? I suppose its more posed towards the female gender, but I'm sure it applies to both species. There seems to be a need more than ever to be connected to someone, to live with someone- practically anything but independent.

Granted I'm all about relationships (and in one) but the thought of living with someone (sorry, Dan) scares the crap out of me! It's like going back to living with the parents, with a few bonuses. You have the sharing of space, mutual cleaning/responsibilities, someone hounding you for not doing your part, sharing groceries, bills, purchases... I mean it's endless!! You head out with your girlfriends, and you let your boy know when you are going to be home. What happens when you are late? It's like you went past your curfew, and he's mad, but mostly because you made him worry (hello high school!)

How can you experience everything you need to when there is someone else to worry about? Is it better to experience every single thing with them before you are even married? What does that voice inside ones head say when its time to move in with someone? Do you just try it out, then find it doesn't work out so hot, and lose your safety deposit, plus head out to find somewhere else to live? When do you approach those really awkward conversations like his personal hygienic habits or your hour and a half or grooming in the morning? Is it really worth it? I'm all about personal happiness, and hell if these are the means to the end, by golly you best be moving!! But what do you miss out on? Is there a right time? A wrong time? A good age? A bad age? A good reason? A bad reason? As I promised- full of questions.


Disclaimer: This post was not directed to any certain individual(s) so please do not flatter yourself and think I wrote about you. That's just silly.

Home sweet home?

What is it that exactly makes a home a home?

Wait. Who?

I was getting lunch with one of my co-RA's today when he asked me question that threw me for a loop: If someone gets the job you wanted, and you and I both know they don't deserve it, how would you feel? My first reaction was livid. I am currently awaiting the arrival of my placement for next year as an RA as well as my potential to become a Head RA, and the thought of someone who didn't fill the position taking mine shook me up to say the least. Then I thought about it. How does this apply outside of Drexel University? What if this were to happen to me in the corporate world? So here came my answer. I said it was their loss, right? If I didn't fit what they were looking for, if they didn't see the potential I know I have to exceed beyond expectations, then there is a good chance I don't even want the position in the first place. But at the same time, I'd be question what wasn't quiet good enough for them, what the one person had that I didn't, and it would work its way back to confidence issues everyone has. So how do you really handle that situation? Is it better to think that they are the ones in the wrong, or turn around and look back into yourself to see how you can improve? Or is it both? Maybe you hope that they didn't quiet know you well enough, that your hair looked bad that day, and they didn't understand the awesome experiences you were telling them about. Maybe they just didn't want to listen to what you had to say, and maybe that is their loss.

The first one

I've never been a blogger. I don't really like it that much. But this is where I'll be posting many of my life "epiphanies", that is assuming that I'll be having many in my life time. I apologize in advanced if I can't keep it up, but I'm going to be optimistic and think that I can keep things in track. I'm a person of question- one of my favorite things to do is listen to things that people "tell" me, what I should and shouldn't do, and then figure out what puts them in the position to tell me these things. Many people are wise beyond any natural ability, other people should probably stay quiet. But none the less I will always listen, ponder, and take it into consideration. It can't hurt, can it? The blog title comes from the expectations people have of me, of themselves, of life in general. You are supposed to do this blah blah blah... so they say. Here's to a blog of questions and very few answers.