"So no one told you life was gonna be this way *clap clap clap clap*" Yes...the lovely world of Friends has made all of the figures a part of my life that makes me happy. Ross, Rachel, Chandler, Monica, Joey and Phoebe...all have characteristics that I find so often in my own character.
In Ross I see my eccentricities at times. Sometimes, I too spaz out over random simple things. In Rachel I see my my rambling at times because my emotions get carried away with me. Chandler, oh Chandler, he has the quick wit that I wish I had. I already have Chandler's sarcasm, at times a downfall, yet somewhat funny at the same time. Monica acts as a mother to all of the other friends and I see that in myself quite often as well. Not to mention the fact that like Monica, I too snort when I laugh. Joey, well Joey's basically stupid, and I definitely have my moments to say the least. And last but certainly not least, Phoebe. Oh Phoebe is slow at understanding things and always has elaborate stories that don't always apply to a situation, and I must admit, I am guilty of these things to the nth degree.
And yes, previously I said that Friends makes me happy. It's not just any kind of happiness, it is a happiness that can only be evoked by the combination of these six characters eccentricities and personalities. If I'm depressed, an episode of Friends can be my sunshine. If I'm happy, an episode of Friends just increases my joyful feeling.
So a suggestion to all, when feeling downtrodden or even when you are carefree, pop in one of the disks from any of the ten seasons (I have them all) of this spectacular show and get enraptured in the hilarity that is Friends.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Yea, I like to rock out in my truck
Picture yourself pulling up to a stop light on a typical day and you look at the car next to you and see a girl rocking out in her little gray pick-up truck singing along to the blaring music. She's having a good time and doesn't have a care in the world for you as you look at her with a strange gaze...that girl is me. Yes, that's right I am the girl that everyone makes fun of at the stop lights, and I love it! I love the fact that whether I'm by myself or with my friends, I can still sing along with some of my favorite music and drive away with my pride fully intact.
I never really realized just how much music can effect one's attitude until I started to look at my collection of burnt CD's (shh! Don't tell!!). I have a different CD for nearly every emotion I could go through. There is the "Inspirational" CD with my personal favorite for the day Bethany Dillon, "My Girly, Anti-Boy" CD with lots of TLC ("No Scrubs"...need I say more?), "Driving Down a Dirt Road" CD for the country girl inside of me, "Love Songs and Acoustics" CD with several songs from the amazing John Mayer and bands like Maroon 5 and Dave Matthews, as well as my "Ghetto Hits" CD that makes me think I'm a tough girl but deep down inside I know I'm not. And the CD that's currently in my player is one that recently made up that has everything from NSYNC to the Spice Girls that I entitled the "Back in the Day" CD with all of the classics of an elementary school student of the 90's.
Try something for me, ladies, play a Kelly Clarkson song and try telling me that you didn't think of a boy that you wanted to yell "Since You've Been Gone" to and guys, play a Metallica song in your car and tell me that you don't start to act like you're a part of the band and your steering wheel has become your drum set.
That's what I thought, you feel empowered and invincible with some music. Or when a Coldplay song comes on the radio, a sudden calm overpowers you and you feel like a collected, mellow person. Or on the other hand, when you hear a song like "Imagine" by Mercyme, you envision yourself in God's mighty presence and can't help but feel overcome with a sense of peace and at the same time a bit of excitement for an amazing future with the Lord.
Music effects us. Music effects us on our way to work or school. It effects us sitting in our rooms unsure of how to feel. And it effects us even when we're sitting at our desks, staring at a blank computer screen, unsure of what to blog about until a song comes on that makes you wonder why you feel the way you do.
I never really realized just how much music can effect one's attitude until I started to look at my collection of burnt CD's (shh! Don't tell!!). I have a different CD for nearly every emotion I could go through. There is the "Inspirational" CD with my personal favorite for the day Bethany Dillon, "My Girly, Anti-Boy" CD with lots of TLC ("No Scrubs"...need I say more?), "Driving Down a Dirt Road" CD for the country girl inside of me, "Love Songs and Acoustics" CD with several songs from the amazing John Mayer and bands like Maroon 5 and Dave Matthews, as well as my "Ghetto Hits" CD that makes me think I'm a tough girl but deep down inside I know I'm not. And the CD that's currently in my player is one that recently made up that has everything from NSYNC to the Spice Girls that I entitled the "Back in the Day" CD with all of the classics of an elementary school student of the 90's.
Try something for me, ladies, play a Kelly Clarkson song and try telling me that you didn't think of a boy that you wanted to yell "Since You've Been Gone" to and guys, play a Metallica song in your car and tell me that you don't start to act like you're a part of the band and your steering wheel has become your drum set.
That's what I thought, you feel empowered and invincible with some music. Or when a Coldplay song comes on the radio, a sudden calm overpowers you and you feel like a collected, mellow person. Or on the other hand, when you hear a song like "Imagine" by Mercyme, you envision yourself in God's mighty presence and can't help but feel overcome with a sense of peace and at the same time a bit of excitement for an amazing future with the Lord.
Music effects us. Music effects us on our way to work or school. It effects us sitting in our rooms unsure of how to feel. And it effects us even when we're sitting at our desks, staring at a blank computer screen, unsure of what to blog about until a song comes on that makes you wonder why you feel the way you do.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Subliminal Advertising Leads to America's Doom...Obesity!
Vending rooms surround various locations all over the country, including here at Malone College. During my Context of Journalism class, we were instructed to sit back and observe a location, any location, and take note of the sights and sounds of the area. Honestly, I didn't feel like travelling very far, so I just sat in front of the vending machine room on the third floor of Mitchell Hall. It did not occur to me just how much advertising there could be so subliminally, especially in the "Malone Bubble."
The hum of the dispensers of calories can be heard from a fair distance away, almost as thought they are beckoning to the hungry and easily hungered passing by it's strategically appointed location. Neighbored by the restrooms, elevators and stairways, this high foot traffic area has a lot of second glances at the glowing room. This glow from the machines reminds the people that they are on and express their readiness to infect the consumers with more garbage.
Even the signs advertising the "Vending" location call out to all who see, even those that do not care for or have even had a thought of using this particular facility. With "Vending -->" placed above "Restrooms -->" on a sign, the room catches the attention of the easily persuaded merely on their way to use the restroom.
Not to forget that advertising is key to sales, it's not just an accident that an entire wall of the vending room is lined with Coca-Cola machines. Note that it's the wall most easily seen by the people exiting the restroom, who have over the past three minutes gained a strong thirst, especially for an ice cold, delicious Coke. After all, the teenagers to 20-something on the machines sure do seem to be enjoying their beverages, and the one with the big smile is even offering on to the customer with an outstretched arm.
Is this what advertisers have succumb to? Strategically placing vending machine rooms that haunt people as they approach the place of relief? In the ten minutes that I sat outside of the room, I saw several second glances at the calorie dispensers from passers-by, resulting in two victims, both purchasing Diet Cokes, but wonderingly looking at the candy machine, more than likely thinking "Should I?" or "Don't do this to yourself, it'll go straight to your hips!" One of the victims that shall remain nameless, pressed the button of doom, also known as the Diet Coke button, on the machine and looked at me and said "Because God knows I'm gonna need this is the only reason why I'm getting this!" Can we say "excuses?" Or better yet, can we say "Those sneaky advertisers!"
...TO BE CONTINUED SOON...
The hum of the dispensers of calories can be heard from a fair distance away, almost as thought they are beckoning to the hungry and easily hungered passing by it's strategically appointed location. Neighbored by the restrooms, elevators and stairways, this high foot traffic area has a lot of second glances at the glowing room. This glow from the machines reminds the people that they are on and express their readiness to infect the consumers with more garbage.
Even the signs advertising the "Vending" location call out to all who see, even those that do not care for or have even had a thought of using this particular facility. With "Vending -->" placed above "Restrooms -->" on a sign, the room catches the attention of the easily persuaded merely on their way to use the restroom.
Not to forget that advertising is key to sales, it's not just an accident that an entire wall of the vending room is lined with Coca-Cola machines. Note that it's the wall most easily seen by the people exiting the restroom, who have over the past three minutes gained a strong thirst, especially for an ice cold, delicious Coke. After all, the teenagers to 20-something on the machines sure do seem to be enjoying their beverages, and the one with the big smile is even offering on to the customer with an outstretched arm.
Is this what advertisers have succumb to? Strategically placing vending machine rooms that haunt people as they approach the place of relief? In the ten minutes that I sat outside of the room, I saw several second glances at the calorie dispensers from passers-by, resulting in two victims, both purchasing Diet Cokes, but wonderingly looking at the candy machine, more than likely thinking "Should I?" or "Don't do this to yourself, it'll go straight to your hips!" One of the victims that shall remain nameless, pressed the button of doom, also known as the Diet Coke button, on the machine and looked at me and said "Because God knows I'm gonna need this is the only reason why I'm getting this!" Can we say "excuses?" Or better yet, can we say "Those sneaky advertisers!"
...TO BE CONTINUED SOON...
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
media basically equals my life
So pretty much my entire life has had something to do with media, especially print. Since before I can remember my dad has been a high school basketball coach or softball coach and a highly publicized teacher (dealing with troubled kids is his specialty). Also, my mother passed away when I was very young and she was a very notable person in our community so her funeral and circumstances surrounding our family at the time were made known (my dad's basketball team was going into the finals for the state at the time of her death). It was at this time that my name first appeared in print when several newspapers quoted me following one of my father's wins at the age of four when I entered the locker room telling all of his players, "I'm so proud of you and I know my Mommy is too," causing not one dry eye in the entire locker room and surrounding area.
When I entered middle school I was approached with the opportunity of taking part in the school newspaper and jumped on it! I was bit with the journalism bug and couldn't seem to shake it. It became my goal to get onto the staff of the prestigious Ashland High School student run newspaper Panorama. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! So I made my way up the ladder on the staff and finally I got to become editor-in-chief of the number one high school newspaper in the country for both weekly and overall. I could not believe it! I never knew I could be so proud as I was of my time on that newspaper.
Now that I'm in college I've written a few articles for The Aviso and am majoring in integrated language arts, so I'm going to be a high school English teacher, so I will get to pass on the journalism bug to some other willing and eager student in the future and I honestly, cannot wait for that opportunity.
When I entered middle school I was approached with the opportunity of taking part in the school newspaper and jumped on it! I was bit with the journalism bug and couldn't seem to shake it. It became my goal to get onto the staff of the prestigious Ashland High School student run newspaper Panorama. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! So I made my way up the ladder on the staff and finally I got to become editor-in-chief of the number one high school newspaper in the country for both weekly and overall. I could not believe it! I never knew I could be so proud as I was of my time on that newspaper.
Now that I'm in college I've written a few articles for The Aviso and am majoring in integrated language arts, so I'm going to be a high school English teacher, so I will get to pass on the journalism bug to some other willing and eager student in the future and I honestly, cannot wait for that opportunity.
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