April 28, 2010

Potential and Dreams

I actually dread the day when I reach my full potential.
That probably sounds really stupid, but here's my reason:

You can't dream bigger than what you know your potential to be, but you never know your full potential until you reach it.

Thus, I hope I never reach my full potential. I want to always have it just out of reach, because then I can still do amazing things while dreaming as big as I want. I'll never know if my full potential really is just out of reach or if it's actually miles above me, and therefore I can keep dreaming of things that are miles above me. I also believe that dreams cause you to grow as a person, so by enabling myself to have these big dreams I gain more and more potential.

April 25, 2010

Tears for Tragic Tales

Why do we watch sad movies when we know they'll make us cry?

Because it's not okay to cry for no reason. It's not socially acceptable to let the tears flow without a cause for them. Only someone insane would cry for seemingly no reason, even though there's likely a reason somewhere deep down inside. However, sometimes we feel like crying without knowing why. We're feeling a bit down, but we don't feel like we have a reason to be upset. The sad plot of a movie provides the reason required. A tragic tale gives a reason for the tears so that we don't need to admit why we're really crying.

So watch that sad movie and let yourself shed those tears, because sometimes it's exactly the emotional release needed to feel better. However, next time you find yourself crying over that sad movie try giving it some thought and see if that really is the true cause of your tears.

April 24, 2010

The End of Residence Life (Year One)

This past Saturday I wrote my last two exams, finishing with a Psychology exam in the evening. Upon finishing said exam I began my final night at St. Jerome's, as I had to move out the following afternoon. How does one spend their final night in residence? Well, I must say that I figured out a pretty sweet combination of things. Here's a quick breakdown of my evening...

After some brief socializing and celebration in the lounge I found Christi so we could have a shower party. I love shower parties, so it was certainly bittersweet participating in my last one until the fall. We blasted some Glee tunes and sang along, which is the key to any good shower party. When that was done with I had a chatfest in the hallway with a few of my floormates, and then rounded up Jon and Wayne for a game of Monopoly Deal. We played three rounds, but then Jon and I decided my final night needed to involved a slightly bigger adventure than a card game in the lounge. Thus we embarked on our final late night walk. We ventured to Mel's Diner, which is open 24 hours on weekends, to indulge in a post-midnight meal. We drank coffee, gabbed, ate delicious food, drank more coffee, and chatted even more. I'm pretty sure that boy and I could talk for hours without running out of things to say. Eventually we realized we should probably be heading back though, and upon our return to SJ Jon decided to crash since he was starting to get sick. I had promised Joanna we'd take pictures, so I stayed up and waited for her to get back to the room. Joanna returned soon enough, and we had a final gossip session while taking photos of our room in its usual messy state. Only once she was happy with the photos was I allowed to begin disassembling my wall decor and start packing some of my stuff. It wasn't until around 7:00 in the morning that I finally got some sleep.

'Twas the perfect way to spend my final night at SJ.

April 23, 2010

Brother Beats Batman

Ever had a Mack-Attack?
I sure have. I've experienced the joys and frustrations of being around Mackenzie my whole life. After all, he's my big brother.

Recently I came across this lovely quote:

There's no other love like the love for a brother.
There's no other love like the love from a brother.
-Astrid Alauda

I find these words to be so true. The love between my brother and I is indescribable. I couldn't even say that it's sibling love, as even my love for my sister is different. (Not more or less, but still different.) There truly is nothing that compares to my love for and from my brother.

My brother inspires me, though I often feel he
has no idea how much he's impacted my life.
I see how he's excelled in a career and find myself amazed to be the sister of a twenty year old business man. He somehow manages to have the professionalism and drive needed at work, but still manages to be his zany self when he's off the clock.
My brother is a boy with confidence, and though it drives me a bit crazy when he walks around the house in his boxers singing horribly at the top of his lungs I can't go all that crazy. It's moments like that when I'm reminded that we truly are related. I've never been one to care about looking like a goof, and though our taste in music differs we certainly share an appreciation for music and
a love of singing.
I admire that my brother doesn't drink much,
despite the fact that he's legally allowed to do so, and that when he does drink he does so responsibly. I know I'd never have to worry about my brother being an embarrassing waste-case or a drunk driver, which helps me sleep at night. It also makes it a whole lot easier to stick to my decision to not drink.
I can't help but smile when I see my brother playing with kids, as he isn't one of those guys that becomes super awkward. Being around little ones just seems to come naturally to him -- probably one of the perks of coming from such a huge, tight-knit family. I know that one day, though hopefully no time too soon, he'll be an incredible father. For now I'll just let him be an awesome big cousin.

I also stumbled across this gem from Marc Brown:
Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.

As a girl with a brother who is always there for her I can attest to this. I can think of numerous occasions when Mack was the one I turned to when I was upset, and he has always known just what to say or do to make things better. Though we bicker from time to time, I know that the bond we share will last forever. I really believe that I've been blessed with the best brother I could ask for. My brother is better than Batman. Now that's saying something!

A Boy Who Changed Lives

I returned from my Computer Science exam Friday around noon to discover a missed call from my friend Nathan, along with a text message and voicemail asking me to call him as soon as I could. Of course I complied, as I could sense urgency in his voice. Upon reaching him I was instructed to sit down, and now knowing what the news was I'm glad I did. I would have collapsed, otherwise.
"Alex Keating died in his sleep."

Those words still haunt me. At first I was in shock, so it didn't really sink in. About an hour later though, my whole world seemed to collapse around me. I was working away at a physics problem when it hit me. Alexander Keating is dead. I was overwhelmed with grief, and ended up just packing away my stuff and going to talk to my don. I still find it hard to fully grasp that he's gone forever.

During the day it's not hard to find happy distractions -- friends, family, music, excercise, etc. It's when I lie in bed in silence that I can't keep the boy out of my mind, making falling asleep a true struggle. I start to cry. This isn't just the ugly cry -- this is way past that. I reach the point where I can barely breathe, gasping for air as the tears roll down my cheeks. I know with time this will stop, but I pray for the strength to push through it until my nights return to normal.

It simply rattles me knowing that someone who so many held in high esteem could be taken from the world at such a young age and without notice. In many ways I saw in him a kindred spirit -- a passion for science and mathematics, a love of music, a warm smile, a devotion to his Catholic faith, and a capacity to dream big. I think of all the ways he would have further impacted the world, and I find ambition. I realize that since Alex won't be around to do all these amazing things everyone else must step up to fill a bit of his shoes. In his memory I will find the strength to persevere through anything life throws my way, knowing that I can make a difference in this world if I believe in myself.

An Apology

I feel like I've been neglecting my blog, as I haven't posted in a while even though I'm now done exams. For this I am truly sorry. I have been writing, but I haven't been posting my writing. However, if I deem some of the stuff I've written over the past few days acceptable upon review then there may be a massive influx of new posts. Thus you should have something to look forward to over the next few days, assuming posts to my blog are something you look forward to. Now until I read over my writing and finally make some posts, I shall leave you with some words from Thomas Edison:
"I haven't failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work."

April 13, 2010

94 Hours of Crazy to Come...


So this poor mathie is definitely stressed to the most right now. I'm still trying to put the finishing touches on my linear algebra skills, but I think I'm going to hit the hay in a few and wake up around 6:00 for more review. My exam is at 9:00 in the morning, so I should have plenty of time for a refresher. Wish me luck! Please. I can certainly use a little luck on my side.

Once I'm over that hurdle I'll be right back to the books for my next final. I have a Computer Science exam bright and early on Friday, and then less than 24 hours after finishing that I write my physics final Saturday morning. That's going to be closely followed by a Psychology exam Saturday evening. Basically the next couple of days are going to be total hell. I'm in for approximately 94 hours of torture and cramming and stress.

However, the nice thing is that come 9:30 p.m. this Saturday I will be done.
Ready to take my bows and party it up.

Until then, keep smiling.

April 11, 2010

Musician Boys

I've been thinking about musicians lately. Why can't every boy be musically talented? To be honest, in my eyes musical talent gives more points than a nice physique.

I feel the need to inform you of a lesser known love of mine that I recently rediscovered. I'm definitely sweet on Tomi Swick (or maybe just a huge fan of his musical talent). He's a Hamiltonian singer-songwriter whose voice is just to die for. Listening to his music simply makes me melt. If you haven't heard any of his stuff before then definitely give him a listen. Sadly I only have one of his songs on my ipod at the moment, so I've been listening to that one song over and over again. I can't wait to get back to Hamilton to add all his other tunes to the mix. The music is incredible and his lyrics seem so sincere.


A Night Like This

A night like this
Kept you wishing
For a night like this again
So I'll take your hand
And set you falling into the air
And oh, love

Take this night and
All it's stars well
Could it be anyone else with you?
No, no, no
Take this time now
And all this charm well
Could it be anyone else here?

Oh, someone tripped you up
And sent you reeling right into me
So come along now
Let me see what i've got here for you, oh
And oh love

Take this night and
All it's stars well
Could it be anyone else with you?
No, no, no
Take this time now
And all this charm well
Could it be anyone else here?

It's alright
So close your eyes
And hold tight

With you here right now ya
Take this night and
All it's stars well
Could it be anyone else with you?
No, no, no
Take this time now
And all it's charm well
Could it be anyone else?

April 5, 2010

Final Exams and Study Breaks

I've been going absolutely mad studying for my finals, so I've decided to take a short break. I know that the breaks to maintain my sanity are just as important as the studying, provided I do more studying than breaking. So far I've been able to stick to that, which makes me feel pretty accomplished. I have five exams in total, but so far I've mostly been focusing on my first one. I know it's going to be a tough cookie. However, I'm happy to announce that I'll be done with school for the summer in a mere twelve days. Until then though I know posts may be scarce. Soon I'll have far more wondrous adventures to write about though. Anyways...here's a video from Barats and Bereta that can always put a smile on my face. Hopefully it makes you laugh too.