Last night was interesting. My brother went to Lexington for the first time to visit friends. The plan was for him to stay the night in Lex with his friends. To my dismay, I ended up receiving a phone call at 9:30 p.m asking me to pick him up.
Of course I was happy to do so. For years, my brother has dropped me off and picked me up from many places. He has always had my back and has always been there for me. It felt so good to be able to finally help him out.
As I was driving to Lexington, which is not too far from where I live in Richmond, I kept thinking, "why does he need me to pick him up", "what if someone is bullying him or making fun of him". I began freaking out. I was getting my mind in the zone of how I would defend my little brother. Once I reached the dorm room he was hanging out at, he quickly came out and hopped in my car.
I asked him what was wrong and he said he just "wasn't feeling it". I was relieved no one was being mean to him. Soon enough we finally made it to my apartment where I took over the "mom role", making him pizza rolls, getting him glasses of water, making his "bed" (aka my futon), and scrambling for blankets and pillows.
We watched a few episodes of "Friends" and then we both parted our ways to go to sleep. My brother and I used to hangout all the time as little kids and it was so nice to be able to spend quality time with him. Through our teen years our bond dwindled, however now that we are older and wiser we are finally getting closer. I am lucky to have such an amazing brother and I am so grateful that I finally go to be there for him!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Why can't broken hearts be fixed by band-aids?
"Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts."
When I was a little kid I would run around my neighborhood for hours without a care in the world. I would run around barefoot and stub my toes and fall flat on my face. I would dust myself off and keep "trucking".
In second grade I was running for the ice cream man and while running I broke my foot from god knows what. Having a broken foot doesn't even compare to having a broken heart.
Even though a broken heart is terrible, along with puffy eyes and mascara everywhere, I've been told that time heals all. If this is true, I cannot wait for time to fly by to mend my broken heart. If only a broken heart was as easy to fix by slapping a band-aid on it and dabbing some medicine on the wound.
One can only hope at least. As 'till then I suppose I'll dust my shoulders off and start putting the pieces of my heart back in place.
When I was a little kid I would run around my neighborhood for hours without a care in the world. I would run around barefoot and stub my toes and fall flat on my face. I would dust myself off and keep "trucking".
In second grade I was running for the ice cream man and while running I broke my foot from god knows what. Having a broken foot doesn't even compare to having a broken heart.
Even though a broken heart is terrible, along with puffy eyes and mascara everywhere, I've been told that time heals all. If this is true, I cannot wait for time to fly by to mend my broken heart. If only a broken heart was as easy to fix by slapping a band-aid on it and dabbing some medicine on the wound.
One can only hope at least. As 'till then I suppose I'll dust my shoulders off and start putting the pieces of my heart back in place.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Go hard or go home
I've been going to the gym for a solid year now. I guess you could say I achieved my "New Years Resolution" last year. I really enjoy the gym...all the people, the release of stress, the time to myself to think and lastly I get the opportunity to tone my thighs.
I have made many gym friends over the past year and we have had some good times, however I must say today while I was at the gym I was thoroughly annoyed. The gym at EKU is fairly small compared to Urban Active, which is where I go when I'm at home in Cincinnati
Today while I was on the stairmaster trying to "kill it" at the gym at Eastern, I looked around and made an observation. I noticed some people need to go big or go home. Since I was elevated on the stairmaster, I saw many people just walking casually on the treadmills and barely working the elliptical. I wanted to go up to these people and ask them if they think they are doing anything beneficial to their health or body for that matter. There were dozens of people who would come and check if the cardio equipment was open, and to their misfortune all the cardio equipment was full of people just lolly-gagging around on the equipment.
Basically, the point I am trying to make is: if you see someone looking to get on some kind of equipment and you're not burning more than 5 calories, then maybe you should either "go hard on the equipment you are using" or please be courteous and get off and let someone else have a chance to actually use the equipment.
I have made many gym friends over the past year and we have had some good times, however I must say today while I was at the gym I was thoroughly annoyed. The gym at EKU is fairly small compared to Urban Active, which is where I go when I'm at home in Cincinnati
Today while I was on the stairmaster trying to "kill it" at the gym at Eastern, I looked around and made an observation. I noticed some people need to go big or go home. Since I was elevated on the stairmaster, I saw many people just walking casually on the treadmills and barely working the elliptical. I wanted to go up to these people and ask them if they think they are doing anything beneficial to their health or body for that matter. There were dozens of people who would come and check if the cardio equipment was open, and to their misfortune all the cardio equipment was full of people just lolly-gagging around on the equipment.
Basically, the point I am trying to make is: if you see someone looking to get on some kind of equipment and you're not burning more than 5 calories, then maybe you should either "go hard on the equipment you are using" or please be courteous and get off and let someone else have a chance to actually use the equipment.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
My idol: Chelsea Handler
Brainstorming ideas for my first blog post didn't take long. I thought to myself "how should I begin this new adventure"? I contemplated starting an entry about my religious views, or non-religious views in my case. I then thought maybe it would be cool to discuss how much of a struggle everyday it is to maintain my weight day to day. Or maybe the struggles of being a college senior. Nah, I thought. I'll focus on those topics later.
I turned the TV on and played the newest episode of Chelsea Lately from last night, saved on my DVR system. Many thoughts and dreams came directly to me. How cool would it be to work for Chelsea Handler in L.A. I would be willing to start out as an intern who gets her coffee and rub her feet. I love Ms. Handler. I feel like she is the most liberating women in today's day in age. Yeah she's a little out there with her language and views, but at least she's not afraid to say what she feels. I respect her to the fullest.
Anyways, no matter how much I would love to travel out to the E! studios to work with Chelsea, I can barely deal with being an hour and a half away from home by being at school.
I turned the TV on and played the newest episode of Chelsea Lately from last night, saved on my DVR system. Many thoughts and dreams came directly to me. How cool would it be to work for Chelsea Handler in L.A. I would be willing to start out as an intern who gets her coffee and rub her feet. I love Ms. Handler. I feel like she is the most liberating women in today's day in age. Yeah she's a little out there with her language and views, but at least she's not afraid to say what she feels. I respect her to the fullest.
Anyways, no matter how much I would love to travel out to the E! studios to work with Chelsea, I can barely deal with being an hour and a half away from home by being at school.
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