Last of the American Girls

So there's this song by Green Day, called Last of the American Girls. Every time I hear it, it reminds me of me. I sometimes feel like the song is just about me. Haha here are the lyrics!


She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
She is paranoid like endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind, well, she's the last of the American girls

She wears her overcoat for the coming of the nuclear winter
She is riding her bike like a fugitive of critical mass
She's on a hunger strike for the ones who won't make it for dinner
She makes enough to survive for a holiday of the working class

She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated
She won't cooperate, well, she's the last of the American girls


She plays her vinyl records singing songs on the eve of destruction
She's a sucker for all the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first for the end of Western civilization
She's an endless war, she's a hero for the lost cause

Like a hurricane in the heart of the devastation
She's a natural disaster, she's the last of the American girls

She puts her makeup on like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand
She will come in first for the end of Western civilization
She's a natural disaster, she's the last of the American girls

Interestingly true.

Just for a moment, imagine that you are a first-class passenger on a huge spaceship traveling at the speed of 100,000 kilometers per hour. You discover that the ship's environmental system is faulty. Some passengers are dying due to poisonous gasesin their oxygen supply. Also, there is a serious shortage of provisions- food supplies are being used up and the water supply is rapidly becoming polluted due to breakdowns in the waste and propulsion systems.

In the economy sections passengers are crowded together. Conditions are bad, especially for children. Many are seriously ill. The ship's medical officers are able to help few of the sick and medicines are in short supply. Mutinies and fighting have been reported in some sections. Hopefully the violence can be contained, but there is fear that the violence may spread to other compartments.

The spacecraft has an overall destruct system, with the controls carefully guarded by a special technical crew. Unfortunately, the number of technologists who know how to set off the destruct system has increased, and there is great concern over what might happen if the fighting does spread. We could go on, but the point is: What would you do if you were on that spaceship? Now that you have imagined, are you ready to face reality? You are on such a spaceship right now- Spaceship Earth!

Preface from Earth, Our Crowded Spaceship, by Isaac Asimov

Chipotle

Yesterday morning all my lab parter could talk about was food, and different restaurants that she wanted to be at. Once she said Chipotle I knew I had to go there. So that evening, after pestering my mother for a while, she agreed to take me there. I'm glad she did because it was REALLY good. Sure, afterwards I was stuffed and could barely even move as a result of eating such a big burrito, but it was definately worth it! Yummy Chipotle! Yum yum yum!

Sometimes when i feel the need to use the bathroom I just hold it in because I just put lotion on and don't want to wash my hands.

Happy Happy Happy Happy!

I feel so happy right now :)
I'm done with negative blog posts!

Grrrrr

Sometimes I just hate the theatre so much. Usually I enjoy spending all my time there, but these days it just grates on my nerves. Especially since Mr. Kentwood. Ms. Lloyd didn’t want James to be a part of it, so she threw me and Jessica in there and told us we had to run the show. She told us on Tuesday, and the show was 2 days later. I mean, at least have the curtesy of telling us a little bit in advance. I had to run the sound, and the last time I even set up a mic was four years ago. I have totally forgotten everthing about sound that I have learned in the last four years (which wasn’t much anyways). And Ms. Lloyd pretty much made me feel like shit for it. She expects me to know everything, when she never taught me a lot of things because she had James to do them. Now that she doesn’t want him around, where does that leave me? I have to pick up where he left off. Of course I’m never going to be as good as him, when she has trained him for years and years and left me on the back burner. So the day after Mr. KW she made a point to teach the class about sound, and had James set up microphones and teach and everything. It felt like a slap in the face, and she kept making comments like, ”Brianna, are you listening??”, “Brianna and Jessica, you guys better be in here with the rest of the class”, and after all the mics were set up and everything, she made a point to tell me multiple times infront of the whole class to not touch anything. Towards the end of class, she had me and Jessica talk to her at her desk, where she told me that I should have skipped Green River classes to go to the Mr. Kentwood rehearsal. What right does she have to say that to me? Especially when she preaches about good grades, and complained about how Jake won Mr. Kentwood with F’s. I think my classes at green river are a little more important than some stupid high school talent show, don’t you?

 

Sometimes the whole theatre just makes me so mad. Next year I will be free.

Wheat pie and a glass of wine.

Life's good.

Downer alert.

Cancer scares the living shit out of me. Just throwing that out there. 1 in 8 women will get breast cancer in their life time, what if i'm that one woman? And there's more than just breast cancer out there. Several people in my family have had cancer, which scares me even more. Two aunts, an uncle, two different grandparents. I wonder what that makes my odds? One risk factor is being a woman-check. Another is being white-check. Not having children-check. Not to mention all the chemicals I know that I am exposed to on a daily basis, be it from cleaning materials, car exhaust, second hand smoke, chemicals released from car dashboards, chemicals in carpet(including formaldehyde), etc. What about the nuclear mess in Japan? Radiation could make it's way to Washington. I'm sure it already has. And that could happen anywhere! It freaks me out. I'm freaking the fuck out.

Cancer may not even be the worst thing out there. What about heart disease? That is equally as scary to me. An uncle and a grandpa of mine have died from heart attacks, both around the age of 40. My other grandpa recently had a string of heart attacks. Pretty much all my uncles and my dad are on high cholesterol/blood pressure medication. My genes are pretty much asking for heart failure right now. Sure, people tell me, "don't worry about it", "You're too skinny for heart disease", "You can get away with eating that, you're still young"... Goodness gracious, don't people read the news?? Young people are having more and more heart problems these days, and plenty of people at healthy weights have them, too. Why do people think I try to eat so healthy? It's because I'm paranoid. I don't want to be in a coffin for my 40th birthday. I used to get occasional chest pain back in middle school. It scared the shit out of me. And what scares me even more is that I don't think I would even tell someone if I was having a heart attack. I'm just that kind of person.

I just feel trapped in this world. It's not like you can just escape all the chemicals and other shit you are exposed to. You can't tell people that they can't smoke. You can't make people drive cleaner vehicles. You can't walk into McDonald's and not even get fry's. Well, you could, it's just really hard. But anyways, this is why I just want to live in the forest. People laugh, but I'm serious. I feel like it's the only way for me to get as far away from cancer and heart disease as possible, and try to forget all this shit that bothers me day in and day out.

Sorry I'm so all over the place, this is probably the worst blog post ever. I just needed to rant :(

Fasting and Periods and Science Labs

So I guess it's not okay to fast when you're on your period and doing a heart related science lab. Usually when I start to feel sick, I fast for about a day or so and then I feel better right away. I swear by this, starving viruses really works. But I think this was just bad timing. This morning I didn't eat breakfast because I knew I was getting sick. But I forgot that I had a science lab today where we had to take eachothers' pulse after exercising and stuff. So I think the combination of me already being a tiny bit squeamish, not eating breakfast, being on my period, and feeling sick did me in. I started to get all dizzy and pale and sweaty and had to lay down for a little while. It was pretty embarrasing, seeing as how this is the first week of class and now my lab partners probably think I'm a pussy. Haha oh well. I guess I learned my lesson: Don't fast when you're on your period and about to do a lab in biology!

The Oak Tree: Vegan Baked Goods and Other Items

I have decided that I want to open a vegan bakery in Seattle. I think I will call it The Oak Tree: Vegan Baked Goods and Other Items. I might sell other items as well, like natural shampoos and things like that.
I wish this was a realistic thing to do. It would be fun to have a place on University Avenue by UW. I feel like college aged kids would be pretty open to vegan stuff! :)

Blah blah blah

 *This actually happened yesterday. haha

So today I failed my senior presentation. This happened probably because I put my presentation together last night and didn’t have a good enough opener and closer. I’m just not interesting enough to come up with attention getters. I guess that’s why I’m no good at writing too. But anyways, it’s pretty embarrassing. All day people have been inquiring as to whether I passed or not, and I keep telling the same story in response. But whatever, I got to wear a pretty dress, and that’s all that matters to me. And now I have an excuse to dress up in April, too. :)

And now I’m at rehearsal for Once Upon a Mattress. The music sounds amazing! The whole play is amazing. So if anyone is actually reading this, COME TO IT. It’s in May. I CAN’T WAIT! I’m finally stage manager. Well, one of the stage managers. There are two of us! I’m just not sure if my co-stage manager knows that I’m on the same level as her or if she thinks I’m her assistant. It’s kind of an awkward thing to say, but I need people to know that I have authority, too. That’s the problem with me; I’m too nice to let people know these things. I need to grow some balls and not care about people so much but it’s so hard!

I'm addicted to the theatre.

Alright, I said it. When I'm not in the theatre, I am thinking about it. And when I am in the theatre, I feel like I am at home. Does this make me a theatre geek? Maybe. But I'm willing to deal with that. It just makes me sad when my favorite theatre people aren't there anymore. MARA I AM TALKING TO YOU! :)

I want to live in the woods!

A few days ago, I was reading a book (Eating Animals, by Jonathan Saffron Foer) that said our world is overdue for a major pandemic. I figure that I would have a better chance surviving this pandemic if I lived in the woods, away from people who could transmit their illness to me. But, I'm probably not going to live in the woods. More likely, I would be prepared to move into the woods at the first sight of a world wide disease.

To prepare for life in the woods, I need to be able to identify edible plants. But I don't know where to find this information! I've tried to google it and everything, but I feel like I need some real life experience. I sent an application to the US Forest Service so that I can volunteer, and hopefully someone I come in contact with will help me out!

It really bothers me that as a species, human beings have lost contact with the natural world. Where does food come from? To the majority of Americans, it comes from the supermarket. How do you get to the supermarket? Drive in a car. Why can't we at least walk places, or use our own energy to get around? Then we would all be healthier and in the case that our car broke down, our lives wouldn't come to a complete standstill. And if we still had the knowledge to find or grow our own food, then our food supply would be a lot more stable. As it is, the world population is growing unsustainably, and it's only a matter of time until we overgrow our capacity to produce food.

They say that the hunter gatherers of our past had a better quality of life than people who produce food today. And this isn't a radical claim. This is a widely accepted statement throughout the scientific world. My anthropology teacher said that a family of four can collect enough wild growing wheat in 2 weeks to feed them for a whole year. That is definately a good deal compared to the daily watering, weeding, and tending needed for a garden or farm. And when you add in the possibility of a drought or other weather conditions that can compromise your crop yield, hunting and gathering start to look pretty good.

One of the most beautiful stories I have ever read

The leaves were falling from the great oak at the meadow’s edge. They were falling from all the trees.

One branch of the oak reached high above the others and stretched far out over the meadow. Two leaves clung to its very tip.

“It isn’t the way it used to be,” said one leaf to the other.

“No,” the other leaf answered. “So many of us have fallen off tonight we’re almost the only ones left on our branch.”

“You never know who’s going to go next,” said the first leaf. “Even when it was warm and the sun shone, a storm or a cloudburst would come sometimes, and many leaves were torn off, though they were still young. You never know who’s going to go next.”

“The sun seldom shines now,” sighed the second leaf, “and when it does it gives no warmth. We must have warmth again.”

“Can it be true,” said the first leaf, “can it really be true, that others come to take our places when we’re gone and after them still others, and more and more?”

“It is really true,” whispered the second leaf. “We can’t even begin to imagine it, it’s beyond our powers.”

“It makes me very sad,” added the first leaf.

They were silent a while. Then the first leaf said quietly to herself, “Why must we fall? …”

The second leaf asked, “What happens to us when we have fallen?”

“We sink down… .”

“What is under us?”

The first leaf answered, “I don’t know, some say one thing, some another, but nobody knows.”

The second leaf asked, “Do we feel anything, do we know anything about ourselves when we’re down there?”

The first leaf answered, “Who knows? Not one of all those down there has ever come back to tell us about it.”

They were silent again. Then the first leaf said tenderly to the other, “Don’t worry so much about it, you’re trembling.”

“That’s nothing,” the second leaf answered, “I tremble at the least thing now. I don’t feel so sure of my hold as I used to.”

“Let’s not talk any more about such things,” said the first leaf.

The other replied, “No, we’ll let be. But what else shall we talk about?” She was silent, but went on after a little while. “Which of us will go first?”

“There’s still plenty of time to worry about that,” the other leaf assured her. “Let’s remember how beautiful it was, how wonderful, when the sun came out and shone so warmly that we thought we’d burst with life. Do you remember? And the morning dew, and the mild and splendid nights …”

“Now the nights are dreadful,” the second leaf complained, “and there is no end to them.”

“We shouldn’t complain,” said the first leaf gently. “We’ve outlived many, many others.”

“Have I changed much?” asked the second leaf shyly but determinedly.

“Not in the least,” the first leaf assured her. “You only think so because I’ve got to be so yellow and ugly. But it’s different in your case.”

“You’re fooling me,” the second leaf said.

“No, really,” the first leaf exclaimed eagerly, “believe me, you’re as lovely as the day you were born. Here and there may be a little yellow spot but it’s hardly noticeable and only makes you handsomer, believe me.”

“Thanks,” whispered the second leaf, quite touched. “I don’t believe you, not altogether, but I thank you because you’re so kind, you’ve always been so kind to me. I’m just beginning to understand how kind you are.”

“Hush,” said the other leaf, and kept silent herself for she was too troubled to talk any more.

Then they were both silent. Hours passed.

A moist wind blew, cold and hostile, through the treetops.

“Ah, now,” said the second leaf, “I …” Then her voice broke off. She was torn from her place and spun down.

Winter had come.


From “Bambi, a Life in the Woods” written in 1923 by Felix Salten.

I just realized that I only have 3 blog posts.

Well four now. And I want more but I don't know what to say :(

Hurry up, Spring!

I'm all for having snow days, but I just want spring to start already so that I can plant my garden! I have been having serious cravings for fava beans, and I also have a sprouting sweet potato in my kitchen that's just waiting for me to put it in the ground. But before I do that, I have to wait for all these annoying frosts to stop! Come on, Mother Nature, can you please be on my side this season?
I'm also waiting to plant a garden in Fiona's yard. I really want it to work out, and I hope her family is happy with it, but I'm still a novice gardener and I'm kinda nervous! So it would be better if I could  get an earlier start on it. I wish the sun would just come out and warm things up a little!

So I posted this on tumblr already, but I thought it was so funny that I'm posting on blogspot too!