I'm Rachel.
INTJ.
Linguistics
Wanderlust
Turquoise anything
Extreme sweet tooth
Nietzche & Kierkegaard
Bukowski & Neruda
Cynical and thrilled
My thoughts go here to more or less form a map for years to come. Stick around, or don't.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Sorry, just a stupid rant about the inner workings of my brain tonight.
So since most of you don’t know I’m just gonna set this up right qwik. There’s a city near mine that’s pretty-really-very Jewish. Lots of families and stuff, it’s just part of the community. It’s pretty unique in that sense. Great bagels and lox. Anyway, this one family is taking in a German exchange student next year to live with them and other families are not asking why did you pick him? but rather how could you pick him?
I just did a giant face palm when I heard that. Like wuuut? I’ll never forget my friend from Hamburg explaining that for the life of her, she didn’t understand why the Holocaust was held over her generations heads. She wasn’t weird to talk about it, she was very informed on the topic but couldn’t understand. To be honest I don’t either. People act like young Germans today had something to do with what happened 70 years ago…minus the fact they weren’t even born. It’s just weird. She said that’s something that her generation really feels the impact of even today, being made to feel guilty for something she wasn’t even around for. I’d like to ask that family how they even managed to ask that.
The Holocaust sucked, you know it more than sucked. It sucked every profane word you can think of. Only very recently has the Swiss government contacted my family about abandoned safety deposit boxes left by my relatives who died in the Holocaust. It obviously still matters a lot today, but I don’t at all understand why young Germans are being treated like Nazis. I just find it interesting, why in the world people feel the need to reinforce such a horrible thing.
I’m just gonna say that complete honesty in communicating is only ever going to turn out with results that are for the better. Spill yo guts when you can. As the wise Lil Wayne said-
Swallow my words
Taste my thoughts
And if it’s too nasty
Spit it back at me
Goodnight.
This is my last day of being in an LDR.
Tomorrow at 5pm 8 months of it will come to an end.
I think today’s a good day to watch this for the millionth time, and you all should too. Please, out of all the ridiculous posts I make, this one means something to me, and hopefully will to you. Listen, watch, read, whatever. Take the 90’s feel good of the video in, and just listen to the words and try to apply as much as you possibly can as soon as possible. This videos been more therapeutic than a lot of things I’ve stumbled across. I’ll be lying if I say I do everything this video says but man has it given me a real peace of mind over the last couple of years. You’re all wonderful. Enjoy your day.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, “sunscreen” would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice NOW!
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now
how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind,
The kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts.
Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t.
Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t.
Maybe you’ll divorce at 40.
Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much,
or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance
Even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.
“Brother and sister together we’ll make it through,
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know that you’re hurting but I’ve been waiting there for you
and I’ll be there just helping you out
whenever I can…”
Get to know your parents.
You never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,
but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get,
the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in “New York City” once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in “Northern California” once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel
Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young,
prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy,
but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
“Brother and sister together we’ll make it through,
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know that you’re hurting but I’ve been waiting there for you
and I’ll be there just helping you out
whenever I can…”
That spotify commercial may as well be saying
“Pirating music so old fashioned mainstream.”
cause the tone he’s using is the same one my friend used on me when he said something equivalent to “You’ve never listened to the Justin Vernon album where he uses a toilet as a microphone and mammoth mating calls instead of a keyboard?!”
Me: Like an ambiguous sentence is “The man stabbed the lady with the pink umbrella” or “He gave her cat food”.
Cameron:…
Cameron: I helped my uncle jack off a horse
Me:…
Midnight movies summer 2012
So this applies to those of you I know irl mostly but it’s a fun idea and maybe the rest of you could use it with your friends.
Stephanie and I were talking about the midnight movies this summer at this theater by us. Basically they play just all around faves, older and newer. Last year they had fight club, ferris bueller’s day off, Jaws, and just a bunch of things. They always have a great line up and we were talking about Jurassic Park and I was telling her how I was gonna watch it with Cameron and his family when he gets back but that she and some other friends should come cause we’re just gonna watch and eat pizza. And then she started talking about having a pulp fiction party and I was like we should just totally alternate every week or something between our group of friends! Like switch off houses and watch something that person picks but that we can all also agree on. Like, I’m not going to make everyone watch time traveler’s wife because that’s a guilty pleasure movie and just no. But yeah, have someone bring a box of bagged popcorn, someone else brings a batch of cookies, someone gets drinks, and so on, and I’ll be the fort constructor or something. I don’t know, just our own version of midnight movies sometimes. So yeah, just documenting this because I need to, and tagging some peoplez and Adam and Erika in case they’re ever around and wanna join.
Oh and if you’re in the metro detroit area, you should check out the midnight movies at the royal oak main art theater anyway!
http://www.landmarktheatres.com/flyers/MainArt_mid_2012_0526_0714_Web.pdf
“In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”
(Source: 20secondstilthelastcall)
I’ll only go to the Youth Lagoon concert if I won’t get scolded for breaking the precious almost non existent sounds he plays by whispering. No you know what. I’m sure it’d be a fun show but it’s probably gonna be like the concerts Sufjan describes, just the whole audience starring like zombies and forget that concerts are about having fun. Have your sacred moments with a song and the artist but god concerts have become so annoying because of that. Like, “how dare you have fun, this song reminds me of my depression in 11th grade, so just shut up and let me enjoy it” like I can’t even figure out what’s going through their heads when I see people giving looks to each other. I’m not even defending the people who get sloshed and YELL the lyrics the whole time cause we can all agree that’s annoying but people just take themselves way too seriously. It’s a concert we paid $15 to go to. Stop acting like it’s as precious as that time you lost your virginity to Iron and Wine or something like that. Get ovah yerselves! Getting all wrapped up in being front row as if an unobstructed view is important because it’s the second coming of christ.
