Tuesday, September 30, 2008
But seriously, try it!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Me: "Hey Mom. How's it going? FYI: coming back home from Thursday-Saturday so I'll see ya soon"
Mom: "Hey Jess. Why are you leaving Saturday as opposed to Sunday?"
Me: "I have plans for Saturday night, it's homecoming weekend"
Mom: "Oo party time J!"
Me: "You know it C"
Mom: "OK. Love ya J"
Since when am I referred to as "J"?! And why does my mom think that using initials is cool lingo? Oh Cindy...so silly.
Unmask the Real You
Clearly Frankenstein and Cleopatra were ruses, but what about the faces you put forward at work or at parties, with your partners, children, mentors and friends? Chances are, you're never the same "you" in any two given situations. You have a demeanor, a role - a personality, really - to match each one. In the course of our lives, we put on a lot of masks, so how do you penetrate your many faces to reach the real you?
Most of us have been asked at one time or another, "How would you describe yourself?" And there are more than a few strategies for formulating the answer. Your professional version probably varies from job interview to job interview and (hopefully) only vaguely resembles the versions you compose for online profiles and allude to on first dates. But that list of adjectives waxes and wanes with your mood. So how do you determine which ones should be strewn together to represent the essential personality at the heart of them all?
Sorry, there's no easy answer here. The "real you" incorporates the entire list - all your lists. Maybe it's more accurate to say that a different version of you emerges under each new set of circumstances. You're a nurturer to those in need, a student of those you admire and a rebel in the face of unjust authority. The contemplative, solitary you is made of the same stuff as the life of the party that leaps hungrily for the spotlight.
Embrace all of you
We are a product of our base instincts and our inherited dispositions, as well as those traits that are learned. We absorb habits and values from those around us, and we teach ourselves to be the persons we want to be. The goal in better understanding yourself is not to strip yourself of these influences - that would leave you featureless, devoid of your life's experiences like a hard drive that's been wiped clean. Instead, acknowledge the influences of your environment that bring out your many facets, even as you strive to better understand what is beneath them.
One influence that tends to suppress your true self rather than color it, is that voice that longs to censor your thoughts and actions. Inhibitions have their uses in life, and to do away with them completely would invite chaos and self-indulgence. But if you can temporarily dispense with that little voice, you'll invite the parts of you suppressed by fears, propriety and, yes, sometimes consideration, to come to the surface. Get in the habit of asking yourself: "If I wasn't afraid, what would I do here?" "If no one could see me, how would I proceed?" We only have a certain amount of energy and attention available. Eliminate doubts and questions about what you should be doing and you have more of yourself to devote yourself to expression, insight, creativity and self-exploration.
Choose your company carefully
Our best friends are those who make us feel like our best selves. Surround yourself with those people and collect more wherever you find them. It's nice if you can identify what it is they trigger in you (confidence, sensitivity, leadership, playfulness?) but just by immersing yourself in these personalities you'll find you're more self-aware and self-accepting.
Raise your expectations
We have a tendency to match others' expectations of us. We're more confident, more humorous, more insightful around people who believe in us, and we're guarded or awkward around our critics and those whose opinions are unknown. Assume they are positive. The real you (all of them), are purer and more vibrant when they aren't weighed down by the weight of imagined expectations.
So make an effort to raise your own expectations of those around you - you'll find their best selves emerging to keep your best self company.
And those with computers...is it really necessary to type with such force and hit the space bar as if there is no tomorrow? No, it is definitely very unnecessary. Please consider those around you and type like a normal human being instead of a crazy-psycho-maniac. Thanks.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
I hate feeling "bleh" - It's not quite sad, and it's not quite mad. It's a confusing combination of the two, enhanced with a slight hangover fatigue. It's a million things on your mind, minus the plan of action to articulate them. It's the drone of "well, tomorrow is a new day". It's over thinking to yourself, oh-fuck am I only making things worse?!
The absolute peek of frustration is that I didn't do anything, nor did anything terribly major occur. I swear, my horoscope describes it best:
UGH! Fuck feeling like shit when A) I shouldn't have to and B) I don't deserve to. Moody, check! Withdrawn, check! Pissed off, check! Wanting to shake it off immediatley and indefinately, double fucking check!!!
It's lame and it's frustating; but hey, that's life. Moods happen. Shit happens. At the end of the day, you simply gotta shake it off. So despite the cheesy "tomorrow is a new day" line. Literally, tomorrow is a new day. And I have a really good feeling that it will be a much, much better one.
Besides, smiles are much more attractive than frowns. And I, for one, prefer smiling.
Friday, September 26, 2008
I hope the season shapes up or ships out...fast. It's quite upsetting seeing as I
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
In order to counter my cold aka be rid of it for the weekend, I am drinking liquids and popping vitamins as if my life depends on it! I'm currently on my fourth tea of the day - and counting! Vitamin water, Starbucks teas, and vegetable soup broth are my new bestfriends. Not to mention I'm taking benadryl before bedtime...mmm benadryl. That shit knocks you right out, it's fantastic. They should make a smaller dose for children and or crying infants.
My sky-high amounts of work only worsen the matter. Ugh. Brutality. I want to do nothing but lay in bed and watch re-runs of Friends and or Sex and The City. Oh what a life that would be. Instead, I have the biggest To-Do-List of life ahead of me! Wish me luck,
Monday, September 22, 2008
Unfortunately, after missing a full week of classes, I have some serious catching up to do. Reading, writing, and reading some more...here I come! Today I ventured into the library, to tackle my sky-high amounts of reading, and cringed. Luckily I had my Starbucks to keep me
Currently, I'm taking a quick study break from reading Business and Administrative Communications - Chapter 2, "Adapting to Audiences". It's really...really exciting. Thus, I'm taking a break. But only a quick one.
According to my textbook, the correct and professional way to talk about people with disabilities and or diseases is as following: instead of "the mentally retarded" use "people with mental retardation". And instead of "cancer patients" use "people being treated for cancer".
I now move on to read "how to choose bias-free photos and illustrations". Break time is over.
Monday, September 15, 2008
(oh how I love him)
Scenario 1: The Bank 11:57AM
Friend: "Jess, meet me at the bank. I have to deposit a check"
Me: "Cool, sounds good."
(I approach the bank)
Me: "Deposit your check?"
Friend: "I forgot it at home"
Me: "Oh Jesus..."
Scenario 2: After lunch - Picking Up "The Forgotten Check" 12:45PM
(Me and Friend #2 parked outside...waiting for Friend to run inside and get his check. Before running inside, Friend leaves his computer bag outside..in the middle of the street, in front of friend #2's car...why?! We aren't too sure)
Friend: "Sorry guys one sec, I forgot my key!"
Friend #2 & Me: "ARE YOU SERIOUS?"
Saturday, September 13, 2008
But what truly gets me about these films...is that both women get their hearts stomped on...yet, they give in. They forgive the guy, are swept away, and the rest is history. Bam. The credits roll. Ya, ya, I know it's a film, with a written script, etc, etc. I deconstruct plenty of sappy Blockbuster films in media studies to know that sadly...fairy tales do not and I repeat, do not exist. Sadly.
Uh...ya ready for the ironic punch-line? The not so deconstructive-nonfeminist-twist?! Because what truly gets me even more about these films is that, I feel them. I fall for the passion, love, and cheesy lines such as "SHUT UP. JUST. SHUT. UP. YOU. HAD. ME. AT. HELLO!". Wow. Talk about true, raw, heart-achy love. lol, kidding. But it's still a great fucking line.
In all sincerity, I just really like the romantic detail. I think both directors manage to capture the romantic bliss of detail. Perhaps in Jerry Maguire it's a little less prevalent since well, Tom Cruise can be a little awkward at times. But it's there, when you look for it.
And in Ten Things I Hate About You...the ending scene, when he gives her the guitar. The witty romantic banter..pause..hair graze..kiss on the forehead..banter again, is simply genius. My feminist professor would say "Women subject themselves to men. Women place themselves in a role of the other..." and so on and so forth.
Yes, there are blatant flaws in Hollywood film. Yes, I think the majority of women need a stronger backbone. Yes, I will continue to watch and adore these films; and or, perhaps fall slightly into a category of "sucker" when in the face of romance. Wew, it's a good thing I have a backbone, a media-literate eye, and am aware that fairy tales are simply written by people with good vocabularies.
...but sometimes, I'm still a sucker.
A "by the numbers" beauty fact reports that:
"$25 Million is the amount that lipstick sales increase for every 1 percent rise in unemployment. Women may turn to cheap luxuries during tough economic times" Source: Kline & Company
WTF. I seriously wonder who-what-where-why-and-how certain statistics are even complied in the first place. I mean, talk about a random correlation. Besides, I think if I were broke, unemployed, and with bad credit to-boot...I would still shop at Sephora. But, seriously. Sad? Maybe. Uneconomical? Oh, definitely. Alas, WH will just have to exclude me from all beauty vs unemployment stats.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
First of all, my latte is delicious (ah thank you Sbucks). Second of all, this "Way I See It #26" is written by an Author, which is strange since he fails to use a comma and instead decides to insert two "and"'s. Public note: commas are helpful people. However, despite the lack of comma, I do both like and agree with his quote. Too add my own note, "if you don't have true friends then sharing your success is truly impossible".
Way to go Mr. Bronson.
Okay so apparently, I'm still unfamiliar with
From now on - for the sake of myself and innocent strangers - I'm going to carry around one of these...
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Our Rogers cable box has just malfunctioned thus, we (the roomies and I) are unable to watch GG also known as Gossip Girl. We are pretty upset slash uh...planned our night around it. Shitty...so fucking shitty.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
- a Cole Haan wallet (which was left in an unlocked locker...and where was the lock? Well, he probably lost that too.)
- a cellphone
- one espadrille aka a flat fashion sandal (he drunkenly cartwheeled and as a result, his sandal flew into a near-by garden. But surprisingly, he found it a few days later)
- his best friend's winter coat (he was in deep shit for that one)
- a new Blackberry 8830 (In his "defense", he was wasted)
- a Birks watch (which was a 16th birthday gift from his parentals. Again, very wasted)
- his other best friend's J. Lindberg belt (he was unable to explain this one...and I agree, it makes no sense)
- the furry hood to his Elie Tahari coat (??? uh...wasted?)
- an Armani suit-jacket (...wasted?)
- his camera (he lost it in Madrid and claims, "no idea what happened to it")
- his house keys (which he has lost on numerous occasions aka well over 20 times...idiot)
- a Goyard credit card case (again, numerous "disappearances")
A random "thinking of you" text message - his hand grazing the small of your back as you order a drink at the bar - adhering to "ladies first" and opening the door - remembering the details from your most random stories - a cute kiss on your arm, tummy, and anywhere but your lips - a call for no particular reason - acknowledgment in bed, and I don't mean sex (i.e. cuddling 101) - warm and thoughtful body language (eye contact, openly facing you) - an honest and unexpected compliment
If you grin from ear-to-ear and essentially feel just right over something such as these, than you probably understand the very effect of "all the small things".
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Bottom line: most Canadian programming struggles against steep US competition and if and when a show does make it big, an American network usually buys it out. However...
An up and coming show - 15 Minutes - is about to take the test. I've had the pleasure to view to pilot, which had me 'LOL' on more than one occasion. The filming is sharp, the cast is entertaining, and with various networks already interested, 15 Minutes actually has a shot to become the next, yet-not-as-shitty, Laguna Beach TV series.
Check it out here: http://www.15minutestheshow.com
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
PS apparently the first week of Spring is March. I beg to differ.
PPS apparently I'm also a bitch. I also beg to differ.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
FREE STUFF ALERT!!!
Sorry guys, but the freebie is O.B tampons thus, a "ladies only" invite...unless, you fancy tampons? lol, didn't think so.
So ladies, click here: www.mightysmall.com/
PS O.B Tampons are small, compact, discrete, and environmentally friendly - it's everything, and more, that you expect from a tampon.