From time to time, when tensions are high or I can sense a pervading uneasy energy, I have you do a little meditative exercise. Usually, it is a visualization or relaxation ritual; something easy to refocus your minds. As exam time draws near, I will begin to show you some more advanced techniques for meditation and you can use it however you see fit.
So, in preparation for that, this week's blog will have you contemplating your "happy place" either real or metaphorical or imaginary. Please answer the following questions.
Where do you like to go to escape from the pressures of your life? (It doesn't have to be a real place).
What is your best childhood memory? Describe it in detail.
Where and when do you feel your absolute best? Why?
What is the most soothing sound you can imagine?
Which colors affect your mood the most? How do those colors affect it?
When during the day do you feel the most at ease? Why? What is it about that time of day that provides comfort?
(60pts-400 words)
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Hoorah for another fairly simple blog! I love when I know my answers to the questions right away and don’t have to sit and think about it for days.
Well, now that I’ve thought more about it I think I have a few happy places. First off, the beach is number one. Not so much the beach though, not the sand. I like to be in the ocean as far out as I can be. I’m not frightened that I don’t know what’s under me or if a shark will come bite my leg off. I think it’s peaceful out there and that is definitely my favorite place to be. To just float out in the sea and erase the world around me is my ideal place. However, that’s only in the summer I can swim out in the ocean. For the spring, it’s out on the softball field. I hurry up and get ready so I can be the first one out on the field so I have it to myself. When Raph and Fresney<33 come out my happy place vanishes. Haha For the fall, it’s being outside in the beginning of the season when the leaves are changing, either with or without my iPod. I guess to generalize a “happy place” for myself would be to say its outdoors in nice weather either with friends or by myself.
Unfortunately, I don’t really remember much of my childhood. Someone must have dropped me or something. One of my best memories is from when I was about 5 years old. On Christmas Eve my mom must have orchestrated some plan for my sisters and I to talk on the phone with “Santa.” In reality it was some company that pretends to be Santa or something, but whatever. My sisters and I all took turns talking to Santa. When it was my turn I was so excited. I asked for a my-size Barbie and told him not to forget about Daddy. My dad was away for business. It’s one of my favorite memories because I was so content and gullible. I didn’t question everything and have to wonder if it was really Santa. It was great that I was just so content with being ignorant. Now, I could never have that kind of blind faith in anything. Everything always has to be proved to me and I’m not always so sure that’s a good thing.
I think warm colors affect my mood the most: blues, greens, and such. These colors remind me of summer and nice weather and they make my moods cheerful. Green’s my favorite. I realized how nuts I am about it when I was shopping this weekend for Florida. I bought a million green shirts.
Danielle wants me to say I’m most at ease while sitting next to her, but I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to lie in our blogs. I’m most at ease right after I get out of school. The time period between school ending and my mom getting home from work is my favorite. I can just do whatever: homework, nap, anything. Well, now I have softball. But, it’s still the same time period. During this time I don’t have to think about doing school work or cleaning or doing anything. When my mom get’s home is all stress and then I have school work to do. During school…well, its school. I love not having to think about school.
Muahah I don’t have to comment on anyone else’s because I’m first!
In times of pressure I would love to just run to the beach every time and this is one reason why I am going to college for Florida. Since I can’t just go to the beach every time I am feeling pressure, I simply like to go to my room and listen to music. The music just takes away these pressures for the time being and I feel nice and relaxed. Other times I like to go out with friends and family and just forget about the pressures of life. Crew is one of the final places I can get away from the everyday pressures of my life. I can yank on my oar and get all my frustration out. And I forget about everything for a while and just focus on the sport that takes up everyday of my life.
I am not sure what my BEST childhood memory is, but I can always remember Christmas. Christmas was always so exciting and I was engulfed in presents and other amazing feelings too. I would be so curious and wound up about what Santa would bring me. And on Christmas morning I would wake up early in the morning and run downstairs where the presents awaited. My family and I would all unwrap presents and then I would play with my new toys. After, we would go to each my mom’s and dad’s side of the family. I could have fun all day with my family and enjoy those special moments.
I feel my absolute best when I am surrounded by people I am comfortable around and everyone is getting together. These people are my friends and family. Any place I am with these people is where I feel my best. And when I am in the mood to be alone I just like to get away somewhere where no one is. Some places are my room, outside near the pool, or downstairs.
The most soothing sound I can think of is the beach; the seagulls squawking, the waves crashing, and the gentle sea breeze blowing. This sound is just SO relaxing and I love it. I love to go to the beach and lie in the sun and listen to the surrounding noises.
Colors that affect my mood the most are bright ones. I absolutely find bright colors to be irresistible. These colors make me happy and just think of fun things. For example, colors like orange and yellow remind me of the sun and summer. Aqua and bright blues remind me of the water and waves. Overall, bright colors just force my mind to think about creative things, feel unique, and think of things I like.
During the school year I feel most at ease at night after completing my homework. I am finally completely awake. I no longer have any work for the rest of the night. I can choose what I want to do and relax. The best part about nighttime is I can eat, relax and then sleep!
Monica and I have so much in common. We both see Christmas as one of our happiest childhood moment. And the ocean and summer is a major part of many of our answers. Overall, it seems we are comforted by sports, summer, the beach, and doing what we want!
I would have to say that one of my many happy places is the beach. The sound of the ocean and the warm sun is very relaxing and it is also a reminder that school is not in session for two and a half months. Another happy place is when I am with my friends, especially Bec. Being with her is relaxing and fun. She calms me down when I am stressed or upset and makes me laugh when I need it. She is my stress reliever and my best friend. She's like a two-for-one deal! Another thing that puts me in my happy place is to listen to gospel music, for example, Kirk Franklin or watch The Fighting Temptations. The music is always relaxing and fun and makes me feel better about myself. Just the other day, everything in my life was going wrong, I started listening to Kirk and I felt a little bit better.
My favorite childhood memories consist of many. One of them is when the electricity went out during the day. My family and I just sat in the living room and talked for hours because we were so bored. I don't know why I picked this out of the bunch. Probably because it felt like we were an actual loving family (my brothers didn't get along for awhile). Other memories consist of being with my friends and more with my family. I have so many to choose from that I am not going to put them all here because that would take FOREVER!
Right now I feel my absolute best when I am with Bryant. When I am with my friends, all they talk about is school, but when I'm with him, he calms me down and we don't talk about what stresses me out. He makes me feel confident and I constantly am being reminded of how smart I am. He is another stress-reliever that I have in my life. If it wasn't for him or Rebecca, I would be in a crazy house for all the stress build-up I would have in my head.
I don't have any sounds that make me at ease and I don't have any colors that affect my mood. Well none that I have noticed. All I know is is that I need noise to function. Quiet terrifies me. So when I am studying, I have to have noise and for some reason, I get better grades that way.
I feel most at ease in gym class. I can just take out all my anger on the volleyball and it gives me the chance to just let go and have fun. I also don't have ANY reason to stress about gym so it makes my day so much better to go there.
I find it funny that Monica and Danny both put Christmas as their favorite memories. It's ironic that a time where you are gullible and innocent has become a precious memory because now that we are older and know better, we want that innocence back.
Pretty much anyone who knows me can probably answer these questions for me. It's what I talk about every single day, in almost every blog, to everybody. The place I go to escape the many pressures of ordinary life is the farm. The farm is great: no one expects anything of me. The world doesn't come to an end when I fail a test. No one yells at me when I forget to turn something in to my guidance counselor. I just tack up and ride. Or maybe I clean a few stalls. There is no homework, textbooks, papers, and everything I learn about is of value to me. There are no desks. I am out side, and thus able to breathe. I am constantly around people I enjoy being around. Overall, it is a very positive, relaxing place.
My best childhood memory happened when I wasn't exactly a child. It actually happened when I was 14, so this isn't really answering the question correctly, but this is perhaps the best memory I have because I had a bit of an awkward childhood. My greatest moment of sheer ecstasy has to be when I received the official papers of ownership for Bold Advantage. There had been two years of sweat, tears, and bloodshed, and now he was finally, officially, mine. No more would I hear the heart-breaking phrase, "Well he's, not actually your horse." No, he was mine, all mine, and now people had no choice but to answer to me for all decisions made concerning him.
Where I feel my absolute best is, obviously, at the farm. Why I feel my best is because, as mentioned before, no one expects anything of me. I am free to just simply ride my horse.
I find absolute silence to be somewhat soothing, because then I can sort out my thoughts, but if I were to pick one sound to me the most soothing, I would have to pick the voice of Anthony Kiedis, lead singer of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I know that makes me sound like a crazed fan, but there is nothing more relaxing (other than a nice ride in the hot sun) than to be serenaded by Kiedis via my mp3 player while taking a warm, soothing bath.
The colors that soothe me the most are the colors of the outside world. Whenever I'm frustrated or stressed at school, I just take a look out the window and take a breath to relax instantly. The soft, baby blue sky is complimented perfectly by the daring, bright green new grass sprouting from the earth. The playful cotton clouds tickle the many shades of blue that make up the happy sky, and together they dance in rays of sunshine. This tango of colors works perfectly to soothe me, and I can stare out a window for hours. However, when it is dark, gloomy, and rainy out, I get depressed and morose. It's kind of funny how the weather outside dictates my mood.
The most relaxing time of the day is around four o'clock. I am out of school, and have been for about an hour. I get to enjoy my family and my life, and it is all very relaxing. I usually spend this time watching the "Golden Girls" with my mom, although now that the weather is getting warmer, I'm usually on my way to the farm by then. Either way it is a great time of day!
I think this is my favorite blog so far. The place I go to escape the pressures and stresses of my life is a real place. My neighborhood sits right along the river, and down the street there's a little stairway that leads to a hill. Down the hill is a little picnic area, with some charcoal grills like the ones at a campground and three picnic tables. There are two steps that lead down to the river. Even though I can look across the river and see a bunch of houses, I still feel like I'm alone and totally serene. All I can really hear when I'm down there are birds, the leaves rustling in the wind, and the water lapping up against the stones on the riverbank. The hill blocks out most of the sounds from the street, which makes it even calmer. It's where I go if my family is really getting on my nerves, or I had a bad day and just need to clear my head. I'm surrounded by trees, water, and sky and once I sit down on top of one of those picnic tables, I feel like nothing can touch me. All the stress just melts away, and I leave feeling totally refreshed.
My best childhood memory occurred when I was five. I had slept over my best friend Alyssa's house, which was right across the street. We stayed up until 11 which, to a five-year-old, is the equivalent to pulling an all-nighter. I had ridden my bike to her house as I always did (don't ask, I know we lived right across the street from each other; we thought we were cool). I packed up my Pocahontas backpack, slung it over my shoulder, and got on my bike. Alyssa was going to walk me home while I rode my bike, as she always did. Then, as we reached the end of her driveway, it started pouring. I mean, torrential rain. Instead of running back in the house, though, I got off my bike, took my backpack off, and the two of us started running around in the middle of the street. We were laughing, dancing, and just having fun. It was the most fun I think I have ever had.
I think I feel the best when I’m sitting in my room, listening to a song that fits my mood. Hearing a song that relates to me at the moment calms me down and lets me think. I can separate one thought from another, without them all crashing down on me at once. Music is my ultimate stress-reliever, and I don’t know how I would survive even one day without listening to one of my favorite songs.
The most soothing sound I can imagine is the sound of water. Not like water dripping incessantly into a sink in the middle of the night, but the flow of a river or waterfall or the crash of ocean waves. My grandparents live right on the river, and they have a screened-in porch. When I slept over their house in the summertime when I was little, that was the only place I could sleep because I needed to hear the water. I got homesick easily, and the sound of the river was the only thing that would soothe me into sleep.
Yellow and blue are probably the two colors that affect my mood the most. Every time I see yellow, no matter what mood I’m in, I smile. I don’t know why, it just makes me happy. And blue calms me down. That’s why when I feel stressed, I like to lay on the ground or on one of the picnic tables down by the river and just watch the sky and the clouds rolling by.
I feel at ease at track practice, when I'm throwing the javelin. It's a big stress-reliever for me. When I get ready to throw, I think about something that makes me really mad, or something I'm upset about. I focus on that thing as I run down the runway, and let it go when I throw my jav. After I throw, I feel less stressed about whatever it was I thought about. It might sound crazy, but it works. I also feel most at ease at night, and the sky is clear. I don’t know if it’s the notion that one day is ending and I’ll get a fresh start the next day, or what. I always feel better about everything at night. And being able to see the stars and the moon helps, too. If it’s a clear night, I’ll go stand out on the back deck for fifteen minutes or more looking at the stars. Once, I lost track of time and stood out there for an hour. In February. I might just be crazy, but the stars mesmerize me.
Well, contrary to what the people before me and undoubtedly countless people after me will say, my happy place is not the beach. Sure, it has its vantage points, like the sand and the waves and the sounds, but it really isn’t my favorite place to be. My true happy place is a dance studio. Ever since I was probably about 4, I have always been a dancer. Back then, it was little ballet shoes and I was there once a week. It was just something I did because my mom put me there. And I guess, as I grew older, I just never stopped. I have explored all kinds of dance, but still today in my room, you can find my pair of ballet shoes and now pointe shoes (you know, those ones that are really hard and you can stand on your toes…) so yeah, the dance studio is where I love to be. If I’m by myself or even with my friends, I can just turn on the music and go. It honestly makes me forget about everything else in my life and just dance. I can forget about everything that’s pressuring me because I really just think about the dance and what I’m doing. To me, it doesn’t get much better than that. It’s where I feel my absolute best. I love it.
My best childhood memory is also contrary to everyone else’s response of Christmas. Mine would have to be when almost my entire mom’s side of our family went up to the Poconos and went snow tubing. This was so much fun because I must’ve been only 7 or 8 and my ENTIRE family was there. This is a lot of people, because my mom is one of seven and all her brothers and sisters and all my cousins went. We got there and were essentially dragged up the mountain and then flew down. We did this a few times and there were at least 8 of us in one tube I think. At the end, I remember almost crashing into the big wall at the end. Also, my big blue fuzz-ball hat fell off. My uncle convinced the snow mobile guy to let him borrow it and go up the mountain to get it for me. I still have that hat in remembrance of him (RIP), but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t fit me anymore. After that, we all headed over to the lodge and somehow I remember dancing a whole lot. I guess this also ties into my happy place, but there was a DJ and a big carpet in the middle of the tables and all my cousins and I just went crazy. I don’t know if there is a specific reason I remember this particular trip, but it is one of the best.
I really don’t know the most soothing sound I can hear is. It might just be any kind of simple music. The waves are nice, but mostly any kind of music is soothing. I agree with Hannah that it’s nice when you have music that fits your mood or your current life situation. It’s either when the tempo is right or possibly the lyrics just freakishly coincide with whatever happens to be going on that day. Any music is good. Anything but complete silence…that’s just a little bit too creepy.
I think almost everyone can anticipate my response to the color question. It is pretty obvious, but I’ll say it anyway, PINK =) I love pink. Seriously, it just makes me so happy. I don’t know why but it really does. Ask anyone. In bio, we were doing a cross between white flowers and red, and they were pink! Haha I was so happy. More than half my wardrobe is pink and almost everything I own is, too. I also love orange and yellow. They are my second favorites. All these colors are just so bright and fun and make me happy. I should also write that I hate black. I think it is the sign of boring and unhappiness. I know that it’s slimming and nice and everything, but other than a funeral (hello, the sign of sadness), I believe there is no reason to wear it. It just doesn’t provoke a happy mood and isn’t bright or positive.
The most comforting time of day for me is exactly like Danny’s. I am totally agreeing with him here when he says that the best time of day is when you are done all of your homework and everything else that has to get done and you can just relax. Especially when I have tons of homework, I love this feeling. I can just watch TV, eat and chill. There is nothing to worry about. It is the best time of day. (just a side note, the first 3 seconds after being woken up is the worst).
So, I agree with Monica in that I like these types of blogs. They make us think and are insightful, but we get to learn about each other =)
And I also want to comment on Hannah’s favorite place. That little mini-beach is so cool! I wish I had one like that by my house…but no, it’s Mullica and all I have down the street is the Pine Cone Zone or a crazy house and the Elwood Deli. Hahaha.
I definitely feel most like myself in the summer. This is probably because there's not really any pressures to escape in the first place, because most of my stress comes from school, and that's not one of my worries in the summer. When I'm out on my surfboard just paddling, not necessarily even getting waves, that's when I feel most relaxed. I get myself through the winter by mentally imagining this place in my head and how everything will be worth getting through once I'm able to be at this spot again. I feel almost out of my body, like a bomb could go off and I would still be laying out on my surfboard, unable to be affected by anything but the ebb and flow of the waves going back and forth. Also, being out on my dock with Em and just talking about everything that pops into our heads, that relieves a lot of stress too. We've done that ever since I can remember.
When I think of happy memories from when I was little, most of them involve Em. We've known each other for forever, and we've never let anyone stop us from having fun. We weren't the conventional little kids that would sit on the floor and play with barbies...we would always be outside doing something. One memory that particularly stands out in my head is this one time when her mom created a "treasure hunt" for us. We got so excited because her mom set up the whole thing- she got an old box and put antiques in it, she buried it under a tree, and she even gave us a map. Em and I were convinced that it was the real deal "the real McCoy..the real Elijah" (ahahah I just had to add that inside joke in here for her). Her mom gave us the map and we searched all over her yard for the "x" on the ground (keep in mind that this is in mullica, where the forrests go on for miles." Finally, we found the spot and Gayle actually dug the whole so deep that she needed to help us get the box out. We were ecstatic to find the old artifacts in the box. This memory was kind of crushed when we found out that the whole thing was a set up, in which case we were furious and were mad at her mom for days (hahaha.) Most of our memories are documented on her computer on this little video camera that we used to carry around with us everywhere. Actually, just talking about all of these times makes me get this weird feeling inside. I love Em.
I always feel my absolute best when I can feel the warm sun shining on me, and my skin soaking up every inch of it. It doesn't matter where I am. I seriously sometimes lay in the middle of the concrete in my driveway doing this. Sometimes when I'm laying there I get the chills just because I love this feeling so much, even though the sun is so warm.
The most soothing sound I can imagine is going out on my dock because I live on the river, and listening to the sounds at night. For this reason I love living in mullica in the middle of the forrest. At night, the frogs start making their gurgling sounds and for some reason, this is really comforting to me. I love the sound of the current of the river flowing by, too. I don't really need to mention that I love all of the sounds that go along with the beach, because I feel like everyone is sick of me talking about my obsession. :)
I'm with Danny Lang on the color question. Bright, soft, spring colors affect me the most. I love it when you give out assignments on pretty paper, Bunj. It somehow makes the assignment less ominous. I wish that the AP writers would print the AP tests in lavender and soft yellow, and kelly green. If you could set that up for us Bunj, that would be great.
I feel the most at ease when I'm laying in my bed, under 5 layers of blankets with my cieling fan on low. I go to sleep like this almost every night, but it usually takes me forever to go to sleep. I always lay in bed for what feels like hours, thinking about stuff that happened in my day, or things I need to accomplish or get done for the next day. When I feel like I'm all caught up for the day ahead, I feel the most at ease. I know this is going to sound really corny (especially to all you 12th perioders who have already heard my OP today) lately, I feel at ease talking to my boy on the phone for almost 2 hours every night too. He makes me feel so much better about life when I'm stressed. I'm not sure how I'm feeling about him as of this second though, I'll let you know after he calls me, since it's ever-changing. Wow, I need to stop with myself. What's wrong with me.
The place I go to escape the pressures of life isn't even that far away from where most pressures come from. It's down my hall, take a left, and thrown together with about five different colors. It's my room. Whenever I am feeling uneasy, I go and lay in bed with my mellow down music playing. My room is full of vibrant colors. I simply got pink, yellow, lime green, blue, and orange, and dipped my paintbrush into each and threw the colors onto my white walls. With the music filling my head with calming beats, I lay back and try to find shapes on the ceiling. It gets me distracted so easily, and soon enough I'm laughing at the ridiculous figures I found.
When I think of childhood memories, I can barely ever think of any before I was seven. But for some reason, one stands out and it isn't really that great. But it means a lot to me. Jac and I used to always make mud pies in my red wagon. We would act like we were making magic potions or lunch for a princess. Thank god we really weren't or this princess would be dead from all the fertilizer thrown into these pies. One day, my brothers were helping us. My brothers are 5 and 8 years older than us, so just the fact that they would even bother to spend a weekend day with their little sister and her friend means so much to. After we were done making food, they helped us clean out the wagon. After we dried it, they made us sit in it and the pulled us around the whole yard. At that time it felt like we were about to lift off the ground we were going so fast, but realistically, we were going about as slow as a snail. My mom took so many pictures of this day. We all look so happy, even my brothers. I don't know why that is my favorite, or why it stands out. It really does mean so much to me though. We still have the wagon, and sometimes when we clean out the garage, my brother makes me sit in it again and we take now and then pictures. My family is a bunch of dorks. Hence me.
The times and places when I feel my absolute best is pretty broad. It is basically when I'm with my friends or family and cracking up. I feel my best after a good laugh. The kind that make your cheecks feel swollen and your abs feel about 20 time tighter.
The most soothing sound I can imagine is my dad sitting at the edge of my bed when I was younger and couldn't sleep playing green sleeves or knocking on heavens door on guitar. It would always put me to sleep so easily. I love when he plays guitar. To this day it can calm me down in any situation.
All the colors of my room affect me: yellow, lime green, pink, blue, and orange. They just awaken my senses and cheer me up. They make life seem brighter and happier. I love walking into my room after a tough day. =]
I feel most at ease at night. Night is my favorite part of the day (that sounds a little like an oxymoron, but it makes sense). I love the stars and moons. I do my best thinking when I lay in the dark, or out on the hammock just star gazing. The sounds of the night creatures out is pretty soothing too. Not as much as my daddy though. Everything about the night seems perfect. Everything is like a mystery, especially since I can never see anything at all because my street has absolutely no street lights. I guess I also feel at ease towards the end of night since I'm eventually asleep too. But besides that, it is extremely calming.
As everyone is aware, school is stressful, especially to us AP kids, and it seems that almost anything besides doing homework and studying would get me into a happy mood. But honestly, if I could go anywhere to relieve my stress it would have to be the beach, just as my bee eff eff Erin said. I love it, considering I don’t burn like a lobster or have that odd phobia of sand. It calms me. The hot breeze and sun beaming down on my skin with my headphones in puts me into another state of mind. Plus, I get a tan, too. (Just thought I’d throw that in there.) Also, I could be around Erin Hall all day long and not get sick of her. Whenever, I’m having a crappy day, week, or whatever, she always knows what to say to get me to smile. We can laugh about anything, even if it’s not funny, like at all, and still talk about it a year later as if it was this big event that happened in our lives. I love how she brings out the spontaneous side in me because without that I think I would be so boring. What can I say? I love her. <3
My best childhood memory would have to be going to Disney World with my Mom, Dad, and my half sister Jamie. Then, it had a different meaning. All I thought it was was rides, junk food, and souvenirs, but now that I think about it, it was so much more than that. It was a time when my parents were together and my sissy still lived here. It was a time of real happiness; just plan old fun. Because it’s not the same now, I think back on that sometimes because it was a time during my childhood that could never be replaced.
I feel my absolute best when I’m hanging out with my Dad. Even though he’s been getting on me about college stuff lately, he does it because he wants the best for me and knows I can go somewhere and I like that he pushes me. Not to bring up the past, but the whole Darrell situation is a perfect example. Of course he was the first one I told and I honestly didn’t think that anything would help because he didn’t understand how I felt exactly. He even told me so, but he did tell me that I did nothing wrong at all. And even though I knew that, I needed to hear it from him to make me believe it. This may sound stupid, but it’s the truth. He’s my responsible Dad, but he’s also my best friend because we’ve been through so much together and he just knows me best. And Erin does, too. He even told me to tell Erin to come over and talk to me about the breakup. He always knows what to do. I needed a girl anyway, haha.
The most soothing sound would have to be rain on the roof, as cliché as that is. It really makes me feel relaxed and gets me to fall right asleep. It gets the stress bubbles out of my body and pretty much forces me to chill out.
Green and orange are my favorite colors. They make me think positive and most of all they make me think of summer. They have to be vibrant shades of orange and green because dark shades remind me of death and that’s not good, but they can’t be highlighter colors because for some reason that doesn’t attract my eye. I’m the middle, I guess traditional if you will.
Well, in all of my classes I never feel at least except in choir class and lunch. I guess choir relaxes me because it’s something I’m good at. I’m good in school, but tests and work just make me eager and stressed all day long and in the choir room it all goes away for a little while. Music relaxes me. Lunch is that time of the day were I get to eat a chicken patty and french fries so I’m happy. I think that’s all I need to say about that.
Whenever I want to escape, I go to the Mullica Rec. I get a bucket of balls and one-by-one I throw them against the fence. I progressively move back. Nothing beats a good throwing workout. After that, I take a jog. If I am feeling good, I may run up to five miles. (Never more because then I ache the next day, and that’s no fun.) If I’m not, I may just run a mile to get the blood flowing. After that, I’ll call someone, usually someone that I don’t talk to often because I can vent everything to them without the worry that they will pass judgment or tell everyone everything that I said in confidence.
My best childhood memory would have to be playing baseball in 103 degree weather. It was a tournament at EHT, and I remember it was the only time it ever happened, but the coach was allowed to visit the pitcher four times to bring out water in long innings. I was amazing. I played shortstop, pitched, and caught. John Shute pitched and played shortstop. Keith Scott played second. Ian caught when I didn’t. He also played third with Matt Pauls. Wolcott played in the outfield. It was amazing. Even though we usually lost, playing was still a blast.
I feel my best when either doing logistic math or when I am on a baseball field. I feel my best because I’m in the atmosphere I am most comfortable and the most successful. I am happy when I’m in situations that I know I can succeed, so being on a baseball field or sitting with a calculator in my hand help me to know that I can succeed.
There are two soothing sounds. The first is kind of weird, but it is does sooth me. I love hearing the sound of a wood bat making contact with the ball. My new bat makes this distinct sound, and that is why I love it so much. The second sound is the sound of Devon’s voice. It’s corny, I know, but I can’t help but feel relaxed when she talks to me. No matter how mad I want to be, I can’t be angry at all.
Colors don’t really affect my mood. I don’t really relate colors with anything in my mind. I’m not sure why, but I just don’t.
I’m mostly comfortable late at night. I feel relaxed because the energy of the day has left, but I am still awake enough to be completely aware of what is going on around me. It comforts me because I know that if I really needed to, I could just walk out of wherever I was and keep walking and find peace. Knowing that peace is just a minute’s walk away helps keep me at peace.
Close my eyes. After staring at the world behind my eyelids, there’s one particular place in the world I can never get tired of. It’s there for me whenever I need a quick escape. Tucked away in the mountains in upper-state New York, a lovely, cozy log cabin awaits for me to gaze out on to the calm, soothing Schroon Lake. After taking family vacations there every summer, this little oasis has been my scrapbook of memories. I could sit for hours trying to pick my “best” childhood memory and never decide on exactly one..which I guess is a very good thing. But after thinking for awhile, there is one that I enjoy just because I can look back and remember acting the way I did, so easily amused over something I would never think twice about. This memory really sums up how simple life was when I was a little, little girl and, not to mention, it really sums up how close my cousin Sydney and I used to be. I forget what holiday it was but we were all at my Aunt Patty’s house and it was a nice day outside so Sydney and I figured we play our usual “kitchen.” We went out in the back yard, behind trees, bushes, and vines, to our little “stove”-or in anyone else’s case, a simple grey, dirty rock slate in the dirt. We used to wander in the little yard, feeling like explorers in a jungle, when in reality-or adult-reality, it was maybe the size of a pool. We would collect every possible baby pinecone we could find for our dinner. I can just remember stuffing as many baby pinecones as possible in my little hand and running back over to our stove to cook them..with a vine leaf, of course. We would giggle and laugh and have no doubt in our mind that we were the coolest kids there. I always think about how crazy it would be if I could see myself at that age. If only I could be in my aunt’s house right now, go out back and see two little girls gathering baby pinecones and being so amused by them; how amazed would I be that children could be so easily amused. I love this memory because it is proof as to how simple life’s little pleasures were. Who would’ve thought; baby pine cones.
I don’t know if I really understand exactly what you’re asking when you say when and where do I feel my best but I guess I feel my best at school because, well for an obvious answer, I try to not look absolutely atrocious as I am very capable of doing when I’m just laying around at home. But beyond the look aspect, I feel my best because I feel comfortable and sure of myself. I don’t second guess the people around me because everyone is common and isn’t a stranger to me. I feel secure and, for some odd reason, happy when I’m at school because it is a safe place to be…and no not because we have security guards and cameras around the building but because it’s the one place in my life I know I should be. It’s the one destination I reach everyday that I am certain I should be there. Oakcrest High School lets me be me.
The most soothing, dulcet sound I can possibly think of would have to be my dog, Tuggles, snoring. Crazy? I know. Sad? Yea, it kinda is. I’m not one for the whole waves crashing, cricket chirping, wind blowing type of girl. I’m all about the obnoxious breathing of a Bassett hound. =] it’s soothing because it makes me feel safe. With the lights out, and knowing how psycho I can be when I’m alone, knowing she’s right near me just let’s me go to bed easier without worrying about anything.
Spring colors seriously affect my mood so much. I honestly get excited when I see light purples, light yellows, blues, pinks, oranges, green-all of them. I think that why I love Easter baskets so much. I get to wake up in the morning to such a colorful, yet simple basket. The candy and toys are always a plus but the basket is what makes my day. And by the way, my mom tried to tell me I was too old to get Easter baskets but I put in her place fast. Don’t try to tell me that the Easter Bunny isn’t real. You lied to me this long you might as well keep it going.
There is no specific time of day that I always feel at ease. On weekends, its gotta be those rare mornings when I get to wake up whenever my little heart desires and I can lay and bed and think about whatever I want for as long as I want. Or sometimes, it’s realllllly late when I know I should have been in bed hours ago but I waited until the last minute to do homework and I finally get to just bundle up in my blankets and unwind. And, for real, a lot of the times, it really is 11th period in 204. It’s weird because you said how this would be a happy place to not be stressed in and blah blah blah and I really didn’t think walking into a classroom would make me happy but somehow it really does. The temperature is always just right. The colors give me energy and I’m always so alert. When I look at the clock and only see that 15 minutes past I get happy cause I still have another 30 to go.
The teenage life is full of pressure. To escape from the pressures of my life, I'd like to say I go out to the softball fields and take all of my frustration out on hitting line drives, but then I think about it, and softball is one of the pressures of my life - so going out to the field doesn't really solve anything. I guess I'd have to say that when I want to "escape," I just call up a friend and meet up with them. My friends are definitely the people I turn to when I want to get away from things. They always seem to cheer me up. I have so many different groups of friends that when I’m getting annoyed with one group I can just drift into another for the time being.
I’ve had a relatively easy childhood compared to most of the people I know. My parents are still together, I haven’t lost any important family members, and my family gets together for every holiday so we’re pretty close. This means that there are quite a handful of memories that I could choose from. But if I had to pick one, I’d say that it has to be my first trip to Disneyworld. I remember walking in with my parents, the little 5 year old I was, and being so taken aback by Cinderella’s castle. I felt so small compared to the towering castle – it was so beautiful. I remember pointing to it and telling my dad that I wanted to live there like a princess. Good times.
The most soothing sound I can imagine is the crashing of waves on the beach. It’s my favorite thing. The beach at night is even better than the beach in the day for sounds. It’s so dark and you can only hear. You can’t see. Perfection.
I think bright colors affect my mood the most. They definitely put me in a better mood. When I walk into your class, Bunje, my mood in almost instantaneously better because of all the bright colors. I love it.
And for the last question, I feel most at ease after I get home from softball. I love coming home to the comfort of my own home and just sitting down and relaxing.
Growing up in Brigantine, the beach was obviously a huge part of my life. Only living two blocks away, it was a short walk and I found myself there a lot. Whether it was the summer and I was out tanning or the winter and I was just sitting in the sand with my friends, the beach always provided comfort for me. The feel, the smell, the sound. All of it is perfect. No matter what’s wrong, I always feel at ease when I’m at the beach. It’s like the waves wash away all my worries. This is where I am truly happy: when I can feel the sand between my toes and listen to the crashing waves.
If I still lived in Brigantine, there’s no doubt in my mind that I would be at the beach on a regular basis. I can get away from everything and everyone when I’m there. Now that I’m in Mays Landing, I have nowhere to go. Relaxation and peace is no longer two blocks away. It’s a twenty minute drive away. Keeping with the beach theme, the sound of the ocean is one of the most soothing sounds to me. I like listening to birds chirp too.
At night after all my work is done, my lunch is made for the next day, my outfit is picked out and I’m showered, I can relax. It’s one of the few times where I can slow down, watch tv, and talk to my family….and of course Dave. I’m done with the stress of that day and I can put it behind me and await another fun-filled, stressful day. Dave’s a huge stress reliever though. I feel the best when I’m with him. Everything bothering me disappears and I really forget all about it. It’s such a nice feeling. And that, my dear David, is why I HATE when you leave and why I normally block the door or cling onto your leg so you can’t move.
It depends on my mood what colors affect me most. Like Danny, I like bright colors because they remind me of summer. On the other hand, I like pastel colors because they’re not all in-my-face-obnoxious. If I’m in a really happy mood, I’ll go for something bright. If I want to just relax I’ll go for something lighter. But dark colors don’t make me think of anything bad. I guess I’ll just stick with the fact that I like all colors.
My favorite childhood memory was my trip to Disney World when I was 3. I don’t really remember much but I remember loving it. It was this trip on which I discovered my favorite (and the only) salad dressing that I like. Unfortunately, I didn’t like the self-flushing toilets. They scared me.
Growing up in Brigantine, the beach was obviously a huge part of my life. Only living two blocks away, it was a short walk and I found myself there a lot. Whether it was the summer and I was out tanning or the winter and I was just sitting in the sand with my friends, the beach always provided comfort for me. The feel, the smell, the sound. All of it is perfect. No matter what’s wrong, I always feel at ease when I’m at the beach. It’s like the waves wash away all my worries. This is where I am truly happy: when I can feel the sand between my toes and listen to the crashing waves.
If I still lived in Brigantine, there’s no doubt in my mind that I would be at the beach on a regular basis. I can get away from everything and everyone when I’m there. Now that I’m in Mays Landing, I have nowhere to go. Relaxation and peace is no longer two blocks away. It’s a twenty minute drive away. Keeping with the beach theme, the sound of the ocean is one of the most soothing sounds to me. I like listening to birds chirp too.
At night after all my work is done, my lunch is made for the next day, my outfit is picked out and I’m showered, I can relax. It’s one of the few times where I can slow down, watch tv, and talk to my family….and of course Dave. I’m done with the stress of that day and I can put it behind me and await another fun-filled, stressful day. Dave’s a huge stress reliever though. I feel the best when I’m with him. Everything bothering me disappears and I really forget all about it. It’s such a nice feeling. And that, my dear David, is why I HATE when you leave and why I normally block the door or cling onto your leg so you can’t move.
It depends on my mood what colors affect me most. Like Danny, I like bright colors because they remind me of summer. On the other hand, I like pastel colors because they’re not all in-my-face-obnoxious. If I’m in a really happy mood, I’ll go for something bright. If I want to just relax I’ll go for something lighter. But dark colors don’t make me think of anything bad. I guess I’ll just stick with the fact that I like all colors.
My favorite childhood memory was my trip to Disney World when I was 3. I don’t really remember much but I remember loving it. It was this trip on which I discovered my favorite (and the only) salad dressing that I like. Unfortunately, I didn’t like the self-flushing toilets. They scared me.
The one ultimate place I can go to relieve any and all pressures of my life would be skiing down my favorite trail Great Eastern in Vermont. This is one of the most beautiful places with snow covered trees lining a very solitary, serene area of the mountain. The combination of the remarkable scenery, being all alone with my thoughts, and being in complete control of myself on the skis puts me at such ease. Since this is hard to think of as a way to escape my pressures during the hot summer days, a more close “happy place” is the beach. I love the feel of sand between my toes, breeze against my face, and the soothing sound of the waves. Watching the sunset while on the beach would be my ideal “happy place”. Even just thinking about watching the sunset on the beach makes me feel more at ease with my pressures.
My best childhood memory would have to be visiting this fancy hotel in West Virginia called Greenbrier. This easily is my favorite resort and my dad and I love going there because it is very high class. You have to dress up every night for dinner, and even for breakfast and lunch jeans are not allowed. To many people this seems so ridiculous and uncomfortable, but I love it. My best childhood memory would be when I was about ten there. I saw a movie in the movie theater, swam in their multiple pools, dressed up for the meals, spent time with my family, bowling in their personal bowling alley, and even got a handmade iron mind challenger puzzle. But my favorite part was taking this tour of the Bunker which was created as an underground hide out spot for the President in case of an emergency.
I feel the best in the presence of my friends, family, or boyfriend who make me truly happy. So I guess the place I feel my absolute best would be out with them because they can always put a smile on my face and make me laugh.
The most soothing sound I can imagine is a fire burning in a wood fire place. This has always been my favorite noise because it reminds me of Vermont, one of my favorite places. Another one of my favorite sounds is heavy rain pattering on the roof, but I only like that sound if I don’t have to go anywhere in the rain.
The colors that most effect my mood are vibrant, neon colors such as bright pink, lime green, bright turquoise, bright orange, or bright yellow. These colors always seem to make me feel happier because they remind me of the spring.
The time during the day I feel most at ease is in the morning because I have just started a new day and all the troubles and tribulations of the previous day have been put to rest. Also, my outlook is always brighter in the morning because I’ve had a good night of sleep and am well rested.
Sitting on a secluded beach as the sun is just starting to set with a calming summer breeze blowing through my hair as I listen to my I-pod softly play a fun upbeat song through my bright pink headphones admiring each visible wave. Summer whenever I felt as though things were so hard that I might break down that was my solution. Being in this relaxing situation gives me a chance to clear my thoughts on everything that is going on and “re-center” myself. Sometimes sitting on the beach for 30 minutes turns into an hour and then that hour turns into four. It feels as though all my worries are taken out to sea, as I watch the soothing scene of the water breaking just before my feet. Watching the water and the vast, interminable list of possibilities that are all right in front of you waiting for you to take the initiative to pick one gives me the second best feeling in the world. It is probably because I love the beach which is like my mint chocolate chip ice cream, I love the way it feels when the wind blows through my hair which is my hot fudge, I love happy upbeat songs which is my whipped cream, and then there’s my pink headphones which is my cherry on top. (my favorite part is the cherry.. And the mint chocolate chip.. And the whipped cream.. YUMMMMM) =D Pink isn’t my favorite color or anything it just always seem to makes me happy. Whenever I see a bright pink it’s like I’m instantly put in a good mood. (Thanks Christine for always wearing pink =D) The first best feeling in the world is when I try really hard to accomplish something, I succeed, and then my dad tells me he is proud of me. I love this feeling being it makes me feel accomplished and like I’m actually doing stuff right and worth complementing. I am not exactly sure why but my dads compliments tend to mean more to me than anyone else’s opinion. I have always looked up to him so much and to know he is looking up to me in a way makes me feel as good as Campbell’s (mmm mmm good) What makes that even better is he usually rewards me with my favorite ice cream.. Mint chocolate chip with hot fudge, whipped cream, and of course a cherry on top. =D My fondness for this amazing combination started when I was in about third or fourth grade. Every week everybody on my dads side of the family would get together for a “family dinner” at my pop pop’s house in Somers Point. The grown ups would all sit around talk as the seven kids would spend the entire night planning a play or talent show. We would get an entire act together and then after dinner perform it for my aunts, uncles, dad, and pop pop. No matter what we always had them cracking up. We were always smiling. Always happy.
No matter what kind of mood I am in or what day it is I always feel the most at ease in room 204. I could be having the worst day ever but once I walk into that classroom and take my seat I have an automatic feeling of relaxation. I think it feels so calming because it is the only place where I feel I can say anything and nobody will judge me. Everybody is friends. Everybody gets along.
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PS: so many people like the beach.. I think it’s because most people go there in the summer time.. Which means no school lol
I go to a few places. They are spots I know and that I go to often. Obviously, the first one is Starbucks. Second is Borders, the shelf right to your right as soon as you walk in the front door by the window. It’s perfect for sitting on and no one ever comes back there. Third is the bamboo forest, but I’d have to kill you if I told you where/what it was.
I cannot think of my BEST childhood memory. This is terrible. I absolutely cannot think of anything to be considered the BEST. I remember when I was little, my parents bought me a Kenx Rollercoaster, the old version before it got so complex. I loved building that complicated mess of a million little snappy pieces. I would build it and tear it down and then build it back up.
I feel my absolute best when I am in New York City with people I absolutely love. The hustle and bustle of the city makes me feel connected to society in an immense amount of unimaginable ways. Maybe that’s why I have an obsession with the internet. I need to feel connected to other people.
The most dulcet music soothes me in all possible ways, whether it’s Sigur Rós or The Cinematic Orchestra or Beirut or M83 or a movie soundtrack. All the music I enjoy listening to at that given moment will soothe me, the hard part is what I am looking for at any given moment changes a lot, so I must figure out what style of music suits my mood the best.
Dark, dark, dark colors will bring down anyone’s mood. My favorite colors are green, blue, brown and tan. Any of those colors will make my happy, but I have never taken any notice to which ones will make me sad or upset or angry. I’ve seen studies where colors subconsciously induce some sort of mood. Like which color makes you hungry or which color makes you feel sexy or which color makes you want to gamble. I don’t, however, feel affected by colors in that manner.
When I lie in my bed at night, running through what happened during the day and what I would like to accomplish, I feel at ease. This time, alone, in silence, with nothing to worry about, no homework or tests or stress; it’s so soothing. It’s my relaxation time.
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"My neighborhood sits right along the river, and down the street there's a little stairway that leads to a hill. Down the hill is a little picnic area, with some charcoal grills like the ones at a campground and three picnic tables. There are two steps that lead down to the river."
Hannah, I know EXACTLY where you are talking about, and I don't even know where you live. I have been to that spot once before, in the summer. It was a summer night and it was about to storm. The lightning would light the sky up every minute or so. I miss summer.
The place I like to go to escape pressure of life is the beach, the ocean and sun is so soothing to look at when life gets to be too much and the views from the beach at night are amazing. I spent a lot of last summer there. I also like to go there during other times of the year if it is not too cold because I still find it soothing even if it is not the right time to be there or the right temperature. I would say my best childhood memory would be the times I spent with my brother in Sea Isle City because I did not get to spend a lot of time with my brother and I loved the beach when I was little. I feel my absolute best when I am playing sports because I love to be competitive at everything I do and when I am competing there is nothing else on my mind. When you focus all your energy on winning, you can block out things going on in the real world like people getting sick or losing people you care about. The most soothing sound there is, is the ocean waves crashing against the shore line. It just gives that feeling that your finally at the beach again after a long winter and that there is nothing to worry about anymore because the beach is the best place to relax. I think that bright colors such as yellow and pink can lighten my mood when I am feeling down and dark colors such as black darken my mood because of the things that I associate with those colors. With light colors, I associate them with happy thoughts like rainbows or something, but with dark colors like black I associate it with racing cars or like Goth people. I feel most at ease right before I go to bed because I like the feeling that I accomplished everything I need to and that it is time for me to relax. However, the feeling is not always soothing if I did not accomplish all my goals for that day like not shooting my number in golf like I expect to do everyday. I remember my mom did the same thing that Monica m.’s mom did during Christmas Eve except my aunt ruined it because she yelled in the background why my brother and I were talking to my uncle or so called “Santa”.
First off, let me comment on Christine’s by saying that you are completely and overly lucky to have the Pine Cone Zone. It is the coolest place EVER!!! And there is a llama like next door, though I could do without all the druggies.
Ok anyway back to the blog. I have tons of pressures in my life, some more drastic than others. Most pressures are just pressures of being a kid and growing up, though they often get to me. I don’t truly have a set spot where I like to go and relieve all of my stress. Though I would have to say my biggest place is sleeping. When I dream and sleep I feel so relaxed and at ease. When I hit my bed and close my eyes everything is lifted from my body. Another place or thing I do to escape my stress is running. I just run and run and run until I cant think of anything any more. Most of the time though I just run to the nearest play ground and swing on the swings. I love having someone to push me though. Sitting in silence, complete silence, is a great pressure take awayer. It not only allows me to relieve my stress but to collaborate and think about what I need to get done and how and when I am going to do it.
My best childhood memory, hmm. I honestly can say I don’t have a favorite. My best childhood memories were any time I was with my family. We always went some where new and tried something different. My family is crazy and we are all a little weird, but I like it. It makes every thing more fun and adds flavor to every where we go. Even a trip to the grocery store turned into a fun thing for all of us to do. We used to split up girls and guys, and my parents would split the list of things we needed and we would race to see who could get all there items faster. My dad and brother seemed to win the most but I think they cheated. Nothing was ever plain or boring. A simple box of Pringles turned us all into ducks. Or shoving crescent moon shaped cucumbers high up under our top lip, and making faces at each other in dinner. This always was the funniest because some one next to you would make a silly face and you would bust out laughing and the cucumber would come flying out of your mouth, making everything so much funnier. Every where we went there was always an unforgettable memory made and as long as we were together there was a guaranteed good time.
I feel my absolute best when I am around people that care about me. When I am around people that don’t talk about me behind my back. I guess that really narrows it down to my family and a select few, a very select few. I feel so comfortable around family and I feel like I can do no wrong. I am on top of the world when I am around them. I think its because they don’t judge me. They accept me for who I am with out all the frilly things. I don’t have to be pretty for them, or smart for them. I don’t have to dress nice, I don’t even have to comb my hair. No matter what I look like, or how I act or what I say they will always be there for me and that feeling makes me feel my absolute best.
The most soothing sound I can imagine is the sound of a piano. The soothing music of course I also love to hear quite songs, sung by people with just amazing voices. Most sounds to be are not soothing. I am a complete silence kind of person.
Colors. When colors are vibrant and bright it puts me in sort of a good mood. When they are dark and gloomy it doesn’t put me in a bad mood but it puts me in mood where I simply just observe my surroundings and soak them all in. When its really dark it makes me tired. Neutral colors bore me. Black and white together provoke my thoughts.
I feel most at ease at the end of the day, when everything is done and everything is slowing down. When all my work is finished and all my tasks are complete. The end of the day feeling is very soothing. I am captivated by the moon light and the stars in the sky. I just feel as though, when everything is finished and the day is done, I feel accomplished. This then allows me to sleep, where I truly am at ease. I love sleep.
When overcome by the demands of life I am not too specific in choosing a location, both mental and physical, to escape. Often the most soothing place, as you may guess is the mountains, because I stop thinking about my stresses and things that I have to do but do not look forward to. It is my free land, where no problems are considered and goods times occur. However if not on a mountain, just being around my friends keeps my mind off things, because our times usually consist of laughing and enjoying ourselves, not thinking about things that depress our joyous attitudes. Still, anything else that can somehow take my mind off of current affairs that strain my mind is a good place for me to escape to.
I feel my absolute best when I am in good company, and not beating on myself for poor decisions that I have made, or possible failures that could be just around the corner. Put me in a situation with high spirits and I will be as happy as ever. Since I can get along with almost every type of group of people, whether it be the jocks, the AP/Honors kids the music and band fanatics or the students who don’t care about life and take all general courses, I am able to make a situation happy and take the seriousness level down a couple notches thus making me feel my absolute best. As Alli said, the sound of the night and its dwellers is a soothing sound to me. Sometimes I just like to listen to the emptiness of the night and its mystification, or on a windy night, I enjoy listening to it weave through the trees and rustle the leaves and hear the creaking branches and wailing squalls. So I suppose that is probably the most soothing sound I can imagine as of right now.
As far as colors go, well I really don’t know how colors affect me and my mood. I never really gave it much thought so I would assume they are not very influential towards my state of being. I will admit that sometimes I enjoy seeing bright, florescent, obnoxious colors; as a matter of fact those are my favorite types of colors. However, good ol’ basic black or dark blue are what I prefer is I cannot have something that shouts intensity. Breaking away from the topic of colors, I feel most at ease probably sometime during the school day. This is mostly because the second I get home from school, it all hits me at once that I need to get things done or else I am screwed for the upcoming day. Nonetheless, when I am sitting in school, depending on the day and my mood, I am almost completely calm and are around tons of people, which I enjoy as I mentioned before. I may goof off sometimes in school, but this is really one of the only times I am truly at ease as awkward as it may sound.
Finally, now I have to think of my best childhood memory. Of course, nothing comes to mind at all but I suppose I shall talk about…well there is really no one situation. But the best of my younger days were usually spent with either nick, since we were the closet friends in existence, and time with my old traveling soccer team. Nick and I used to do all types of things together, like go to Chincoteague each summer or Hershey Park or just spend our time playing super smash bros and his gay football games that I always got destroyed on by him. Since he was also on my soccer team I suppose our soccer practices and games count as times spent with each other in some way or another. Still I remember all the fun times I had at soccer, and the tournaments we went to, and then eventually we began becoming the conference champions and remained the champs for maybe four or more years straight. So I suppose my greatest recollections took place over many years but were still the best nonetheless. This is not to say these were my only memories, for I remember many amazing times spent with Gary when we hung out almost constantly, and another person to mention is Danny L. because we have been friends since preschool. All of these times and people are hat made up my best memories which is why I cannot describe just one specific situation.
Saturday mornings, roughly eleven o'clock. Wake up an hour before, glance up at Van Gough’s "Terrace Cafe at Night" think god damn that’s amazing, shower, clean up whatever mess had been made the night before. Go get the newspaper and a cup of coffee and usually a danish or something. Then I return to the empty house, where I can just sit and read without disturbance. It's the upmost relaxing feeling in the world. No worries, nothing, just me and my small moment of Zen.
Nothing in my childhood could replace sports with my Dad. Whether it was on the Sega, going to hundreds and hundreds of games, or just watching them with him. He’s the sports guru and I always idolized that as a kid. I still do. But as a child all those experiences with him and sports taught me more than just statistics and not to use steroids. It metaphorically taught me life.
When it rains, it hits the awning of my porch. Its intense, it will change any tension in your train of thought.
Anymore, I don't know when I am at my best. It used to be with Sam. With her the puzzle was complete; I was sharp on my game, on the peak of life, comfortable. Now, I guess I can sporadically be at my best. No time or place or person can truly bring it out anymore.
Colors don’t affect me. Colors are colors; moods are moods they don’t meet at the crossroads.
It is raining. I am going to go listen.
Weeell, lemmie see. Where do I like to go to escape from the pressure of my life? It might be a little unhealthy, and I’m slowly but surly growing out of it, but I just like to be alone when I’m feeling pressure in my life or talk to my boyfriend.. I don’t know how I developed to be such a pensive person, but I think A LOT. Maybe even too much. I like to just be alone to think because in my head I can go just about anywhere I want. I guess this is my Reading Rainbow moment, but I can be and do anything I want. I guess that makes me some what of a daydreamer. I also like to be near the lake on summer evenings. It’s just about the most beautiful and romantic scene anyone could ever see. The sounds on the lake are serene and put me at ease, the sound of raindrops as well. I think it’s really weird how much I like the rain, but I don’t care because it’s one of the few things in my world that could turn my frown upside down =)
I don’t know why, but I can’t remember my childhood!!!! I don’t think I really want to. It’s not like I’ve has horrendous events happen in my life, but I seriously don’t….DIDN’T like being a kid. You can’t do anything, people don’t take you seriously, and you’re seen as young and naïve. I don’t like not being able to do what I want. And I HATED when people tried to reprimand me. When I was younger I felt like I heard every piece of advice any adult could ever give like 20026546984065749879 times a day. (not like I was that bad and needed that much repremandment),but I think this trait has stuck with me throughout my life. I think it’s what keeps me pushing forth towards the things that I want. Because of the fact that I am able to push myself towards the things that I want when I accomplish a goal I feel like I could do anything in the whole wide world. I really do live for the short term goals and even though I may not accomplish each one of them with as much fines as I would like there is no other feeling than the feeling dignity and pride over something you know you worked really hard at and kicked ass.
Colors that affect my mood… I don’t know, I really like wearing black, but I’m not an emo kid! I hate anything the color orange though. It’s just about the most repulsing color I’ve ever seen. Orange juice is gross as well as orange soda, orange starburst, orange flavored vitamin water, orange shoes, .. I don’t know. That color makes me mad!
It’s funny how when I read the last question to the blog I all the sudden got this surge of warmth throughout my body accompanied with some butterflies. And even though it’s talking about the time of day, the only person I could think of was my boyfriend. I see him everyday in school it might seem a little corny, but in reality even when we’re arguing I feel the most at ease when I’m with him. He gives me a sense of peace within myself. He’s just about the only person in my life that I can just call and talk to about anything. We are like POLAR opposites, but he understands me in a way that know one else can.
Something that we all wish we can do from time to time is just get away. When I am in this type of mood I long for the ocean breeze and the hot sand caressing my body. And it’s weird because although I cannot swim I like the beach. I like going to the beach especially when the sand is clean and the water is somewhat blue. I like when there are no seagulls around to bother me. I often wish that I could escape to a tropical island where I am all alone or at least accompanied by the people that mean much to me. Though a tropical island is somewhere I go on the regular basis or have ever been. The comfort of my room does me much justice. Walking into my room and on a nice sunny day with my curtain pushed back and the sun shining in brings a sense of serenity to my soul. As I lay on my bed with the music blasting I drift off into my own world with all my worries aside.
My best childhood memory would have to be when I was growing up in New York . Being that most of my family lived in New York I was always surrounded by them. I always had a cousin over or a nephew to watch. There was never a dull moment for me and summers where just the best. Everyday riding to the park and spending hours at a time there and rushing home for lunch was the best.
When I feel my best would have to be when I am by myself and I have no one to criticize or judge anything that I do. I like to be alone and make my mistakes and be able to correct them on my own. I like to be able to act myself and not fear that someone will say that is not how you are suppose to act or something like that.
Lime green, Hot Orange and bright pink are all the colors of happiness in my eyes. When I see these colors they simply just make me happy and uplift my spirit. These color can bring me up from the worst mood ever! And of course out of all of these green would have to be the best of them all.
What could be better then just coming home after a long day of school and without the annoyance of anybody crawling into you bed?I dont know.When im in my bed i feel the most at ease with myself as i lay there and reminsce on how my day was spent.
Something that we all wish we can do from time to time is just get away. When I am in this type of mood I long for the ocean breeze and the hot sand caressing my body. And it’s weird because although I cannot swim I like the beach. I like going to the beach especially when the sand is clean and the water is somewhat blue. I like when there are no seagulls around to bother me. I often wish that I could escape to a tropical island where I am all alone or at least accompanied by the people that mean much to me. Though a tropical island is somewhere I go on the regular basis or have ever been. The comfort of my room does me much justice. Walking into my room and on a nice sunny day with my curtain pushed back and the sun shining in brings a sense of serenity to my soul. As I lay on my bed with the music blasting I drift off into my own world with all my worries aside.
My best childhood memory would have to be when I was growing up in New York . Being that most of my family lived in New York I was always surrounded by them. I always had a cousin over or a nephew to watch. There was never a dull moment for me and summers where just the best. Everyday riding to the park and spending hours at a time there and rushing home for lunch was the best.
When I feel my best would have to be when I am by myself and I have no one to criticize or judge anything that I do. I like to be alone and make my mistakes and be able to correct them on my own. I like to be able to act myself and not fear that someone will say that is not how you are suppose to act or something like that.
Lime green, Hot Orange and bright pink are all the colors of happiness in my eyes. When I see these colors they simply just make me happy and uplift my spirit. These color can bring me up from the worst mood ever! And of course out of all of these green would have to be the best of them all.
What could be better then just coming home after a long day of school and without the annoyance of anybody crawling into you bed?I dont know.When im in my bed i feel the most at ease with myself as i lay there and reminsce on how my day was spent.
Something that we all wish we can do from time to time is just get away. When I am in this type of mood I long for the ocean breeze and the hot sand caressing my body. And it’s weird because although I cannot swim I like the beach. I like going to the beach especially when the sand is clean and the water is somewhat blue. I like when there are no seagulls around to bother me. I often wish that I could escape to a tropical island where I am all alone or at least accompanied by the people that mean much to me. Though a tropical island is somewhere I go on the regular basis or have ever been. The comfort of my room does me much justice. Walking into my room and on a nice sunny day with my curtain pushed back and the sun shining in brings a sense of serenity to my soul. As I lay on my bed with the music blasting I drift off into my own world with all my worries aside.
My best childhood memory would have to be when I was growing up in New York . Being that most of my family lived in New York I was always surrounded by them. I always had a cousin over or a nephew to watch. There was never a dull moment for me and summers where just the best. Everyday riding to the park and spending hours at a time there and rushing home for lunch was the best.
When I feel my best would have to be when I am by myself and I have no one to criticize or judge anything that I do. I like to be alone and make my mistakes and be able to correct them on my own. I like to be able to act myself and not fear that someone will say that is not how you are suppose to act or something like that.
Lime green, Hot Orange and bright pink are all the colors of happiness in my eyes. When I see these colors they simply just make me happy and uplift my spirit. These color can bring me up from the worst mood ever! And of course out of all of these green would have to be the best of them all.
What could be better then just coming home after a long day of school and without the annoyance of anybody crawling into you bed?I dont know.When im in my bed i feel the most at ease with myself as i lay there and reminsce on how my day was spent.
Like Monica, I’d like to go to the beach to release some tension, but unlike Monica I like the beach as a whole, well maybe not the people at the beach. Not that I don’t enjoy people’s company its just that when I want to feel at ease I want to be alone with the ocean breeze fluttering in my face, the sweet smell of the salty sea, the rays of the sun at a distance, and the soft crys of the annoying seagulls. I just love the ocean, but I don’t know if I can be above the ocean knowing that there are sharks that can bite off my legs, that’s sort of scary.
My favorite childhood memory, I don’t think have a particular one but I certainly remember how my uncle was single and he liked this woman in the Vietnamese choir. All the adults in the family were joking around with him and they told me to ask her if she like him. As a little child I thought they really wanted me to ask her, so at the end of church I went up to her and asked her if she like my uncle and she said she only liked him as a friend. My aunt started laughing and told the other adults (she was standing behind me) about what I did and they started laughing too. It was sort of confusing because I didn’t know what was so funny until now. Poor Uncle Tap, he’s a priest to be now. Sigh…
I think I feel my absolute best when I walk home from school by myself. I don’t know why but when I walk home I usually sing really loud, unless someone was walking in front or behind me. But the best moment to sing is either when the leaves start falling at the first sight of autumn or when it starts snowing softly. I sing about random things, but I sometimes I feel like I’m the best singer out there, with the most meaning (Even though I’m not, but hey I need a little confidence too). I just love to sing, it fills my heart up with passion, but the only thing I can’t do is sing in front of a crowd of people I know, if they were strangers than I’d have no problem whats so ever.
The most soothing sound I’d have to say is either, the piano, the, guitar, the flute, th violin, or the ocean roars. The piano is one of the most interesting piece of instrument, it’s huge and I love how the tunes sound so peaceful. When you feel sad the piano plays your emotions. You can tell the difference from a sad sound and a happy tune with all instruments. The guitar is such a cool and awesome instrument, I love the sound of it and whoever plays it looks so cool and relaxed. It makes an annoying person look so irresistably cool, in a sense. I would love to know how to play the guitar but sadly I can’t. Well I can continue on about the flute and the violin too, but technically I feel the same way for the two them as I do for the piano and the guitar. The ocean is as I said a peaceful place, but even though the ocean may sound violent, it actually sounds peaceful to me, the waves tell me how the earth is feeling and how life is like. The sound soothes me when I get angry or aggrivate, it’s a magical and natural sound.
The color green makes me feel bright and happy, the color pink makes me feel cute and adorable, the color yellow makes me feel mellow and calm, and the color blue makes me feel cool and average. I don’t know which colors affect my mood the most but I know I wear a lot of dark colors when I’m sad or angry and when I’m happy and jolly I like to wear a lot of bright colors, and when I feel okay I wear normal colors like blue, white, grey, or tan and when I wear brown, black, white, grey, and tan I feel sophisticated and classy. I usually dress the way I feel unless I run out of ideas or clothes. I guess that’s why I love shopping for clothes and shoes!
Everyone’s comments are making me miss having a real yard, or at least one that I didn’t feel super self-conscious in (my yard is really small, and since it’s a townhouse there are like 20 other houses I can directly see from my yard). I’ll make sure I have a nice yard again one day. :)
To escape from the pressures of life, I either like to take a walk outside or lay on my bed. I guess both feel nice (when there’s nice weather outside) and there’re a lot of things I can look at to distract me. I’d love to go to an empty beach, especially in the evening or at night, to relax, but it’s not very often that I can. I like just laying on the grass at night, too. Oh, and the bamboo forest now that I read Mikey’s blog. But only when it’s sunny and the weather is nice. Although the meat does creep me out a bit….
It’s hard to say what my favorite childhood memory is, but I think playing in my basement with my cousins from Maine would be it. The 3 of them would come down for 1-2 weeks every summer and we’d have so much fun together. It’d be like my house was changing from a boring, quiet, empty-feeling house to one that was alive and fun, full of endless possibilities and nothing but clean-up time to worry about.
I love the sound of the ocean- the waves crashing against the beach, and I also love hearing crickets or maybe frogs outside, but only when it’s the right amount. I’m always lucky enough to have a cricket chirping right in my ear, cicada season (those things are SO loud and annoying) or a pond-wide frog orgy ruining a soothing night. I also love good thunderstorms. Mmm.
I guess blue and white affect me the most, although I’m sure all do in some way. White drives me crazy, especially white walls. I had trouble sleeping when my room was white, even though the lights were off. I like white stuff outside, but I think the white inside seems too bright and unnatural. Blue, on the other hand, is really soothing and calms me down. It helps me to unwind a bit, which is why I like 204. :D
Laying in bed before falling asleep or soon after waking up on the weekend is probably the most peaceful part of my day. My room is a light but rich purple color, orchid maybe?, and it makes my room feel really cozy when the lights are off. At night, I’ll turn the desk lamp on my bed on, and just think or look around at the things in my room. I have a filing cabinet next to my bed as a fire escape (my windows are really high, like next to the ceiling) and I put a bunch of pictures I like on it. There’ll all colorful and interesting, and the collage of them can sometimes floor my racing thoughts and make me calm down. In the morning, no matter what time just as long as the sun is up, a calming, pale blue light fills the room from my windows (they have these shade things in them that I guess makes the light softer). The light streaks from the windows across part of my ceiling, but the whole room has a glow to it. I always feel so comfortable and peaceful. Plus, those are the times when you don’t have to worry about anything and can just ease back to sleep.
Junior year has definitely been the most stressful year of my highschool experience. With two AP classes, tennis, family, and friends, sometimes it is hard for me to just take a deep breath and relax. With all of these pressures in my life currently, my favorite place to be in simply in my room, listening to my favorite music. It gives me space and privacy, and helps me to clear my mind and become more mentally stable. Even though it is a basic place to choose out of everywhere in the world, I feel most comfortable and most at home lying on my bed thinking and listening to my ipod.
Choosing my favorite childhood memory is probably the easiest question anyone could ever ask me...my cousins. I grew up with fifteen cousins, and love every last one of them to death. They were my best friends since I was basically born, and although finding time to spend together as we grow up is more of a challenge, they still are. I don't recall too much of my childhood, but I do know that my cousins and I shared everlasting memories, laughs and tears, that will always have a place in my heart. We spent every day together as children. We all have such close relationships with one another, and I am so thankful to have had them as I grew up. I don't remember exactly what our "favorite" memory was, because everyday was a new adeventure, a new page to fill in our story of life together.
The absolute best feeling in the world, to me, is being with my family. For anyone that knows me, they know that family is my number one priority and always will be. The love that I feel and the memories that we share can not be compared to. I always feel accepted, loved, and most importantly happy. I can honestly say that if I could spend my life one place for the rest of my life, it would be anywhere with my amazing family. There is no better feeling than being with the people that you love more than anything, and sharing the memories that stay closest in your heart with them.
I never thought of the colors that affected my mood before, but I guess I could say that green best represents my personality. It is also my favorite color, so maybe that is why I feel like it suits me best. Green makes me feel happy, enlightened, and concentrated. It is a fun color, yet serious at times as well. It is the color that represents "go", and in my life, I never want to stop. It reminds me to always be positive and optimistic, and never let people or obstacles get in the way of my dreams. It is the color of freshly cute grass on a warm spring day. It is the color of a four leaf clover and luck. It is simply a color that brings a smile to my face and warms my heart.
I enjoy school, and even though I have my miserable days where I feel like never coming back, my friends are what ease all my troubles. As long as I am with my friends during the day, I can pretty much get through any obstacle that comes along. My five best friends are ALWAYS there for me, whether it is for advice or just a good laugh. They make me smile more than anything in the world, and I could not ask for anything more than the happiness that they provide. My close friends, as well, are always there to comfort me and back me up in any situation that may occurr. These people brighten my days not only on occassion, but every single day of my life. They bring a sense of ease and comfort whenever they are around, filling my days with laughter and reassurance that everything will be okay.
This is totally my favorite blog so far! You’ve definitely put me in a happy place, Bunj, especially when I’m on the brink of a very relaxing spring pause. Yay!
To get things started, I’d say that I have two comfort zones; one real, one imaginative. I’ll get the first one out of the way because it’s typical, and anyone who knows me could guess it off the bat…and no, it’s not the beach! I love being in the band room. No joke. It can be heard from the end of the Upper 300 wing and it exudes the constant banging of drums, harsh blaring of trumpets, and clanking of mallets on the broken marimba. Of course, who could forget the bellowing of Mr. T? All of that doesn’t sound very desirable, but it’s the only consistently normal occurrence that happens in my life. The band room is usually extremely crowded, but I love every single person in there, including Mr. T. Music is my life and my passion, so naturally, the band room is my second home. In fact, sometimes it gives my real house a run for its money! I feel completely comfortable in there, and it never ceases to broaden my horizons. I could go in there to do homework, practice music, or take a nap (and end up with a random staple in my hair). Never mind the annoying sounds and Mr. T’s musings. I could deal with those anytime.
My second favorite place is, well, in my own head. I’ve a vivid imagination, and nothing puts me more at ease (other than music) than pretending I am somewhere else. Don’t get me wrong, though. Life in this day and age is perfectly fine. I really don’t think I was born in the right era, so I’ll make up my own screenplays for movies in my head; one day I’m Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady and the next day I’m Emma Woodhouse from Emma. Whoever I pretend to be, it helps me to escape and relax.
As for childhood memories, I can recall a million of them from the jumbled heap in my mental storage box. However, my absolute favorite one happens to stand out from the rest in bright Technicolor. It was just after dinner, and I must have been 5 or so, making my sister 3. The normal schedule would be to take a bath. This was beyond the point when we would take baths together, and this time, my little sister went first. Nothing was out of the ordinary. She bathed, left the tub, and was helped into pajamas from my mother. Then it was my turn. The bath tub was lukewarm and scanty of bubbles, but the various array of toys made up for it. I particularly remember there being a tea set. Anyway, I took my bath and got out, just like every day. But then, here comes Meggy in her footie pj’s, running into the bathroom. She seemed to want one of the tea pots, so she leaned over the water, her little fingers grasping for it. SPLASH! She had fallen head first into the water and was now sopping wet…and crying. Having just witnessed this amusing sight, I was giggling incessantly. Daddy heard the crying and came running in and started to help her. By this time, Meggy was laughing right along with me. My family will never forget that story.
The most soothing sound in the world for me is the pit’s new marktree; anyone else might recognize this instrument as similar to a wind chime. It’s so pretty and silver and much longer than our old crusty one. If one were to skim their hand down the row of glinting cylinders, he/she would be transferred into a heavenly, dream-like realm. I used to play them in the field show, but then I had to play the most annoying instrument in the world: the shrill, high-pitched, piercing quartalies. But anytime I had to play them, I would just recall the beautiful sound of the marktree and feel serene for just a few seconds. Ahhh.
The colors that affect me the most are pink, red, and black. Red and black often go hand and hand for me because they make me feel more daring and spontaneous. I also have a lot of those colors in my wardrobe, so whenever I wear my black skinny jeans, black boots, and a red top, I feel like a rockstar. Pink is my favorite color, though. It’s girly and has so many different nuances; it could be hot pink and sexy, or baby pink and adorable. Pink makes me feel happy, perky, and cute.
Finally, the time of day when I feel most at ease is, whether I plan it or not, the afternoon. By afternoon, I mean around 3 o’clock, right after school. The minute I get home, I eat a snack and lie down on my couch. I could start homework, watch a show, or take a nap. It feels so relaxing to chill out after school. Usually my internal clock says Take a nap!, and I certainly feel no need to battle it. Naps help me unwind. Whatever I do at that time of day, it’s always low-key and soothing.
Oh, and commenting on Mikey’s and Laina’s blogs, and I must say that I too love the bamboo forest. I love the memories that surfaced there. And yes, Laina, the meat is very creepy. And the tiger den. :)
While I have a couple of different places that comfort me, there’s only two ones I can think of that I can go to on a regular basis. The others are locals that I only get to go to occasionally throughout the year. When I feel the most stressed out one of the places I feel comforts me the most is the woods near my house. It feels good to be able to run into just a small bit of piece of nature when I need it.
Sometimes I also like to open the window to my bedroom and just sit on the roof and look out on the street. I don’t know why, I just really like that spot. It has a nice view of the neighborhood, and I like the way the cool air feels on my face. It’s like I have this red shingle stage that’s all my own. It just lets me sit alone and think.
Going into more fictional places I’ll just give a brief description of my real “fantasy.” I’m lying in the ball pit at Chucky Cheese’s. All the balls in the pit are dark green, blue, red, and purple. I’m reclining back and there’s a dark rosewood coffee table over my lap. On the coffee table is a fondue pot. Two girls (who are wearing blue jeans, black ties, and no shirts) then feed me cheese fondue. THAT would be my happy place.
Though I was getting close to my teenage years one of my best childhood memories was probably my second year of Delanco Camp with the Ralph’s. Until that point I had just been a really awkward kid, but Delanco really helped me to come out of my shell and become somewhat confident. One specific memory that comes to mind is the air guitar competition we had. That was awesome.
I know everyone’s expecting this, but I feel my absolute best when I’m on the stage at the end of a play taking a bow. This moment is so wonderful in my mind because it’s the moment where I feel the jubilation at having done a good job. All the anxiety of my nervousness has washed away and has been replaced with pure joy.
The most soothing sound I can imagine is probably laughter. I just love the sound of laughter. Few things could ever seem quite as beautiful as that.
Personally, I find dark blues and dark greens very soothing. As far as colors go those are probably some of the most calming ones I can think of. Oh I just want to add in that this question must really suck for Gary. Haha! You’re Colorblind!
I probably feel most at ease later in the evening. I’ve always been a night person. Mornings just make me upset and wishing that I’ll suddenly become extremely ill so I can go back to bed rather than having to go to school. At night I feel like I have time to think about things, and to sleep. Sleep is a good thing.
I have grown up with hopping into a RV or boarding a plane and from these adventures my favorite childhood memory was born. We took a three week trip to Wyoming stopping in almost every state between NJ and there. By accident, we ended up in Montana at a camp ground along a pretty river with mountains surrounding us. We arrived at the KOA campground (the nicest campgrounds ever…seriously) around dinner time. My parents sent Joe and I out to get some dinner from the BBQ that was set up in a little park on the other side of the campground. It had just finished raining so the ground was really muddy but I, of course, ran through the mud. Joe, however, kept yelling at me to slow down before I slip and then BOOM, Joe fell flat on his butt. I totally started laughing until I cried. Joe started screaming, “It’s not fair that you run and I walk responsibly and I’m the one who falls into mud.” As he got up, he fell again and this time he was completely covered in the Montana mud. I died laughing again and followed him as he ran past everyone going to the BBQ. When my parents saw him, they began to laugh obnoxiously along with my obnoxious laughter. Then my dad muttered, “We’ll hose you down outside,” and that is exactly what they did. Joe was covered by a towel while strangers pointed and laughed as they made their way to get food. I could tell that Joe was embarrassed; I know I would have been, but after he was in dry clothes he began to laugh about it too, just not as hard as I was laughing. My mom and dad went to get food and they took a picture of my brothers butt prints in the Montana mud. I’ll find the picture one day, hopefully. Even though my favorite childhood moment is about Joe falling in the mud two times and then being hosed down outside, it is going to be the one thing that I will truly never forget. The whole trip was a success, but the butt prints in Montana was the icing on the cake.
I’ve always loved being in a car. There is nothing better then driving or riding in the passenger seat while listening to the radio or sitting there in silence while passing the world by. That is my escape when I’m not out beyond the white breakers, like Monica previously noted. The ocean is extremely calming and relaxing. Stress that builds up is washed away and floats out to sea. Nothing else compares. Of course, the soccer field is where I can let all the stress of the day or week out. There is this world that a player invades as they get into the game. Nothing can faze them and they are whole heartedly into the game. That world, on the soccer field, is my third favorite place to escape to. These three places are where I feel the absolute best and where I can escape to.
The sound of an orchestra is my favorite sound, but if we had to pick an instrument, it’d have to be either a piano or an acoustic guitar. If you look at my “Top 25 Most Played” list, the bases of all the songs are an orchestra, guitar or piano. They all create the most relaxing sounds.
Blue, orange, green, and black are the colors that affect my mood the greatest. Blue is my calming color, along with an emerald green color. Orange and neon green are my colors that I wear when I’m in my hyper mood. My pre wrap for soccer is orange and neon green because I’m always excited when I’m ready to play. Black is the color of choice when I want to feel sophisticated. That is why I pick dresses with black on them when I’m going to prom, semi, or just out with friends. I have billions of “little black dresses”, I don’t find anything wrong with that.
At night, when I’m in bed on my laptop listening to my iPod is when I feel the most at ease. During the day it’s school, and nothing else. After school there is a little break that I’m kind of at ease, but not as much as I am when I’m listening and messing around on the computer. Knowing that I can drown out the world for a little bit and just think about everything and become OK with situations is why my nights are pleasing. I just find comfort with my electronics I guess. It’s my little escape.
Depending on what I’m feeling I have a few fortresses of solitude so to speak. The Beach, like a few have already said before me, is definitely number one. The smell of salt water and looking out over the ocean is just so calming to me. I can be in the worst mood ever and go to the beach and everything is better. Whenever someone tells me to go to my “happy place” I always envision me sitting on the beach with no one else around looking out over the cascading waves and listening to the cawing of the seagulls. Another place I like to go is the pool. It is not always the best place to go because sometimes people there just end up making me more stressed out, but I loved high school practices this year. Something about the Hess pool is just relaxing to me. Especially at night when the sun is setting and the pool is somewhat dark making the water look a gorgeous blue. Swimming definitely relieves me of a lot of the stress in my life. The third place is my room. I love my room because I feel so comfortable in it surrounded by all of my stuff.
I can’t think of any amazing childhood memories that just pop out at me as my favorite so I guess this one will work. When I was like 5 I had an imaginary friend lol. I think I used her to get out of trouble or to get what I wanted a lot of times and it usually seemed to work because my mom thought it was cute. So one day I was talking to my mom in the kitchen and I remember exactly what I said. “Mom, Kathy Kelly (that was her name) has a little sister. I wish I had a little sister.” Who would have thought that my mom was actually prego at the time with my baby sister (who everyone likes to call my mini me). So you can only guess what my mom’s response was. “Well. I guess your wish is coming true. You’re going to have a little brother or sister!” Looking back on that memory always makes me laugh especially because I was so naïve about having to share everything with someone else, but I honestly wouldn’t trade my sister for anything. I am so happy that I have someone that will always be there for me and I used to think it was annoying when my sister tried to copy me but I realize now she just wanted to be like me because she looks up to me and that’s a pretty sick feeling. (the good kind of sick).
I think I somewhat already answered where I feel my absolute best and that’s at swimming. When I am there nothing else matters and I like to think while I am swimming in circles because trust me, staring at a black line for 2 and a half hours get pretty boring. I think I do my best thinking at swimming because I am very much at peace even if I am having a hard practice and if I’m pissed off at the world I just don’t talk to anyone the beginning of practice, let it out in the pool, and by the end I’m back to myself talking up a storm and being a “Saucy McSaucepants” as Bunje likes to refer to it.
The most soothing sound to me is a quiet beach with the waves crashing down and a few seagulls making whatever sound it is they make. (Too many get annoying). The sound of the waves is just peaceful for some reason to me.
I think Yellow and Blue affect me the most. Yellow always makes me happy because its so bright and reminds me of the sun which reminds me of the beach which reminds me of summer which is my favorite time of year. Blue to me is soothing because 1. it is my favorite color. 2. it is the color of water. 3. it reminds me of swimming. 4. it reminds me of the beach.
Usually when asked “when during the day I feel most at ease I would have to say swimming, but right now swimming is annoying so I am going to say track. I am starting to really like track because it has been so much fun. Hannah and I always mess with each other which keeps things interesting and throwing the Javelin is just plain fun. Plus I never feel stressed out at track and I always look forward to going. But right now at this very moment I am going to lap night at HESS which I am going to enjoy because ill have a lane to myself. P.S. Did you know that they guy who Hess is named after is still alive?
Well I just woke up after taking a ridiculously long nap after school, so bear with me for the first few sentences. I haven’t really woken up yet.
There are a few places I like to go to escape from life trying to smother me with a pillow. If I am at school, the only place I can go that will not make me feel like curling up into a little ball would be room 204. The soothing colors and just the entire atmosphere of the room make it one of my favorite places. Another one of my favorite places to be is both Starbucks and Borders (did you even doubt that for a minute?). The scent of expresso, artificial sweeteners, and almost burnt milk are my favorite things in the world. I love sitting in the “comfy chairs” at Starbucks, but at Borders I must always either be sitting at a table with a vanilla chai and a load of homework, or sitting on the floor by the AP section. I love the smell of old books, new books, and coffee. Yum.
My favorite childhood memory would have to be when I went on a family vacation to Disney World. It was my immediate family, and then my aunt and her daughter, who is very close in age to me. It was the first time in our lives when we really didn’t fight the entire trip. We normally would fight over everything. Which Barbie doll to play with, which blankie to sleep with, you name it. But this time we just acted complacent and truly treated each other as equals. This was probably because we were intoxicated by the wonders of the Disney Magic, but it was still an nice and relieving experience.
A good night sleep, a fair amount of caffeine, and a vote of confidence are the perfect ingredients for Caitlin Mauk to feel and do her best. It doesn’t matter where she is, she just has to feel that she can control her surroundings. This should be fine for the AP exam, because she will have slept a lot, went to Starbucks, and already have been in that dreaded AP room four times before hand.
The most soothing sound is, to borrow a song line from Better Than Ezra, is “the sound of rain on tin, your screen door beckoning me in”. I love the sound of a soft summer rain. It is like the Earth is crying just out of relief and happiness. Going along with other soothing sounds, like Mikey, relaxing musical artists also soothe me. I play bands like Better Than Ezra, Mae, Death Cab For Cutie, and Jack’s Mannequin through my iPod when every I just feel like tuning out the world and drifting off into a dream like state.
Blue and white are colors the soothe me, but the colors that greatly affect me are red, black, and green. Red makes me think of passion, and I have a lot of that, black reminds me of coffee (yum!), and green reminds me of fun and Courtney Sherman. It’s the association of the colors that affect my mood.
I feel most at ease during the week right when I get home from school and when I don’t have any homework. It is stress free and allows me to watch some of my favorite shows. (Sidebar: NEW HOUSE EPISODE APRIL 28!!!!) During the weekend or summer I feel most at ease when I get out of the house and hang out with friends. So must stress free adventures occur during the afternoon-night hours. I am a night owl, and not so much a morning person.
-Where do you like to go to escape from the pressures of your life? (It doesn't have to be a real place).
--During the summer I love to go climb high up in the tree in front of my house. In my hands is always a good book. In the winter this isn’t as easy because it is so cold, so I retreat to my room. Basically, I need to go somewhere that I am alone, and a book takes my mind to a different place, free of those pressures. Books have the power to take my mind anywhere but where I am at the time, and I love it.
-What is your best childhood memory? Describe it in detail.
-- Every since I was very young, I loved to dance. I loved being on stage and performing. I remember getting ready for my shows and hating putting on mascara, but I loved looking pretty. It was wonderful to be under those hot lights, smiling and putting on a show for everyone.
-Where and when do you feel your absolute best? Why?
--I feel the absolute best in the arm of my friends, mainly James, of course, Kaitlin and Brittney. They let me know I am wanted and okay to be my goofy little self. When I am hugging a friend, I can feel the love transfer from one body to the other. It’s just not the same feeling with someone you don’t love. It’s a comfortable heat that transports from one person to another in a wonderful sensation.
-What is the most soothing sound you can imagine?
--I love the sound of my dogs breathing when they sleep. Call me crazy, but they sound so relaxed, and it has to be absolutely quiet to hear it and it just sounds so peaceful and serene. It is so lovely.
-Which colors affect your mood the most? How do those colors affect it?
--Pink, yellow, and orange, the colors of the sunset, make me feel warm inside. I think the class of warm colors makes absolute sense. The sun is yellow, orange, and pink. Flowers in spring are also. They are happiness.
-When during the day do you feel the most at ease? Why? What is it about that time of day that provides comfort?
--I feel the most at ease right in the beginning of the day. I have no worries and I can just relax. My schedule worked out perfectly that my first four periods are pretty much just chill periods. I feel very refreshed in the morning and I have nothing to worry about. My schedule for the afternoon is set up as AP History, Weight Room, AP Lang, and then Honors Algebra 2, my four hardest classes.
This blog was really hard for me to answer, especially the childhood memory.
Where does Niah Grimes escape? Well if only I had a private island, but instead the only place to escape to is my mind. I sort of put my body on auto pilot until I bottle so much up that I burst! I wish I had a concrete place with male models who would serve me chocolate covered strawberries and grapes on golden plates.
My best childhood memory would have to be when I was younger like five my summer spent at my first house in Vine Avenue. I loved that house my room faced the back yard which was huge; I had a tree house and a swimming pool. During the night I would open my window and watch the sky or the pool. During the day I would dance and sing in the front yard which was amazing. It had beautiful vines climbing up the side of the house and flowers tons of flowers. Pink ones and purple ones, I would do cart wheels up and down the yard. I learned how to swim, ride my bike, skate, everything at that house. Ah if only.
As of right now I don’t have a place where I feel best. I never feel in control anymore. Maybe when I sleep but even in my dreams I’m not at my absolute best.
The most soothing sound is moonlight sonata by Beethoven. I can listen to that piece all day. I can melt away with no cares I will put it on now.
Colors, colors, colors! Soft bright colors make me happy. For instance my room is light blue when my lime green chandelier lamp is own it looks like a tiffany’s box, and who wouldn’t be happy at that sight of that. Dark colors like that funky sewer green make me feel yucky. No real color makes me sad. Black looks good on me so I don’t complain much about that.
I feel most at ease during the time when I’m laying in bed, not sleep but I melt into the sheets and simply unwind. I feel most at ease because I’m alone and I can relax. If I need to cry I cry, or write poetry I write. Normally I’m texting Jason who I wouldn’t mind spending this time with. Normally he puts me at ease so when he’s here that time is spent with him. One of the reasons this time is so peaceful is because there’s no negative energy. That’s why Jason can be allowed time with me during this period he’s just so positive.
There isn’t any actual physical place that I find relieves my stress, but I do find it easier to escape from the cares of the day when I’m reading. It doesn’t have to be particularly interesting, just interesting enough so that most of my attention is diverted from whatever happens to be troubling me. My favorite childhood memory is quite easy for me to pick out, the summer after my fifth grade year I took a trio to visit my cousins in Maine for the first time. It wasn’t the first time I’d met them, they came down every year for the holidays, it was simply the first time I’d been up to visit. The entire trip was full of great memories, but one in particular will always stand out. We had spent a long day doing, I don’t exactly remember what we were doing, and had returned to the campground to sit bye the campfire and most likely roast smores. Unfortunately shortly after we got back to the campground it started raining, and then thundering. To get out of the rain we all sheltered underneath my grandparents awning on their trailer. After a while it just got to boring sitting, so we invented a game, whenever there was a thunderclap we would rate the lightning bolt on a scale of one to ten. This is a particularly pleasant memory because of how content we all were in the middle of the raging storm.
I don’t think that I’ve ever known my mood to be seriously impacted by colors, but sound can have quite an effect on it. No one particular sound seems to be the most soothing, although I must say I find mellow sounds to be more soothing than any other range of sounds. I feel most at ease toward the end of the evening when most of what needs to be done for the day has been accomplished. I feel that I can finally relax and goof off without having to do anything else at this time of day.
Niah, I also wish I had a concrete place with male models serving me chocolate covered strawberries. =)
Just as I was sitting with Megan thinking about how the week was over and I would be able to rest, she said, “I wrote about you in my blog.” My stomach dropped and I quickly said, “Oh sh**! I forgot about that.” So here I am now writing it at 8:30. The first question asks where I go to when I want to escape pressures in my life. I never really thought about it and it’s kind of a hard question for me to answer. But after pondering for a couple of minutes I came up with the answer of my room. I thought about the times when I was stressed and I always seem to end up in my room. This is my room and my space to think and relax and forget about everything.
Thinking back to my childhood, I would have to say that my best childhood memories come from when we went up to Okemo, Vermont to ski. Two other families went with us and we had a great time. We’d wake up early and ski all day until 5 and then come home and sled on the hill in the back yard. After that we’d all race in and try to be the first one in the shower to get all of the hot water. Then dinner came and we all sat down to a big wooden table and had our dinner. Once everyone was done we would play a game or all would watch a movie. The fathers would fall asleep by 9 and would rest their chin on their chest making it look like they had a double chin.
I feel my best during the summer when I am either with family, friends or Megan. School stress is all over and it is a time to relax and enjoy one another’s company. From the long days out on the water to the parties on the back deck, it feels great. I wish everyday could be like that. The smell and feeling of summer makes it a great time of year.
The most soothing sound I could imagine would be the sound of water when it trickles down the rocks. There was one in the presentation we saw last year during the “7 Wonders” project. I want to get one for my room some day so I can fall asleep to it. The color blue would have to affect my mood the most. I don’t know why but I guess it does because it makes it seem tropical and makes it feel like summer.
I would have to say Study Hall would be the time in my day when I feel the most at ease. Usually I don’t have much to do and someone plays the piano or guitar since we are in the music room. This time is the best because I can relax and catch up on some peace and quiet. I have to agree with Megan about relaxing when everything is done at night. That feeling is the best or in the morning when I watch TV for a half hour until I have to leave for school.
Ms. Bunje, this blog is straight outta Happy Gilmore, and anything that has to do with Happy Gilmore can't be a bad thing. Mmkay.
In order to escape the pressures of my life, there are two places that I most enjoy going. The first place, my couch, is where I visit the most, mainly because it's always so darn cold out and I am forced to stay inside. Inside I just lay on my couch and generally fall asleep or ponder random things, such as the topic of my first occasional paper. The second place I visit, the hammock in my backyard, helps to sooth me when the weather gets warmer. On the hammock I basically do the same things I do on the couch, but I will say that it is more relaxing. Just being outside in the midst of a grove of trees with my eyes closed listening to the sounds of my surroundings is just very relaxing.
My best childhood memory isn't necessarily the one that I am most proud of, but it is one that I can vividly recollect (because it was captured on video) and always brings a smile to my face. Okay. So, when I was younger I was a pretty weird kid. I still am. But back then I was simply bizarre. I used to be afraid of odd things, such as clowns (okay, that isn't that weird), being driven in the car as trees quickly passed by, and even some of my relaives. Well, my story begins when I was about two and a half. I was visiting my grandmother's house in Wenonah and my cousins, aunts, and uncles that live in
Mantua were visiting as well. While at my grandmother's house, my uncle was videotaping my cousin (who was also about two and a half) and I playing hockey on the cement driveway in the front of the house. At one point, my cousin made a bad pass to me, and I began chasing the hockey ball towards the end of the driveway. Out of nowhere, my dad rounds the corner wearing an old-style hockey goalie mask. I just flipped. I pulled my cousin between myself and my dad and screamed bloody murder. Eventually, my dad pulled off the mask and said, "Jake it's just me." The screaming ceased almost immediately. My dad then walked over and handed me the mask. I threw it down the driveway as hard as I could (which was about two feet in front of me) and told the goalie mask, "Go away!" It was so embarrassing and yet so cute at the same time.
Generally, I feel my absolute best while I'm dreaming. I love sleeping in on the weekends because I am free from the stresses of school and my dreams are generally better on the weekends than during the weekday. I don't know why. I guess because I'm more relaxed? Whatever the case, dreams are an excellent place to be because I am always the main character in what always looks like a scene from a movie. And, in the case that the dream is bad, I can always wake up to escape the dream. Dreaming is greater than or equal to awesome.
I know a bunch of people have already said this but I'm going to say it anyway. The most soothing sound I can imagine is the sound of waves on the beach when it is dark and you can only listen to the sounds occurring around you (like Emrow said). It's just such a natural sound that represents the summer and relaxation. it makes me happy.
Colors don't really affect my mood, but I do like blue as well as obnoxiously loud colors. Blue because it matches my eyes and water, which represents a sense of calm and serenity. Loud colors just open my eyes and overwhelm my sense of sight. Sometimes I like getting hi-liters and coloring different colors in the shape of a circle and spin the circle around so that it forms a new color. I'm a strange kid with too much time on my hands sometimes.
Last question. The time of day I feel most at ease is the moment I step through my front door after arriving home from school after a tough track practice. Usually, I will just throw my things to the floor, take off my shoes and socks, and head upstairs for a shower. After the shower, I head to the infamous couch where I take a little nap until my parents get home. I guess I enjoy this moment the most because I feel accomplished. I survived another day of track after killing myself running 2 dollars on the track (aka 8 quarters = 8 laps) followed by cramping myself into a seat on the after-school bus and walking down the street to my house. It just gives me pleasure and relaxation to be back home again after spending over 10 hours at school.
So there ya go. My entire life story wrapped into one blog. I'm guessing it's more than 400 words.
The hustle and bustle of the hallways. The diversified assortment of crazy drivers on the road. The piles of homework we receive all around the same time. It’s no wonder some of us are stressed out to the max. With this in mind, let me just say that it is a blessing to have a teacher that understands these pressures that imbue our lives at selected occasions. I feel that it is necessary to reflect on positive things when times like these arise.
Whenever I have a bad day (which, unfortunately, routinely includes stubbing my toe or jamming my finger) and want to unwind, I go running. This is my way of coping with the pressures that surround me. It works better when I run on the cushiony earth, as opposed to the harsh pavement. There I can let my thoughts go and leave them behind me as I run on.
It is actually quite difficult to choose a childhood memory because I don’t store them in one convenient place in my memory. I have to recall them carefully, and they often come to me at random. Right now I remember a time when I was three or four and was taking a walk around town with my mom and dad. The sun was radiant and the clouds were so perfectly arranged that they were reminiscent of the wallpaper in that kid’s room in Toy Story. I was getting tired so my dad let me sit on his shoulders. Now take to mind that my dad is 6’2”, and being high up without a handrail or a seatbelt is not really my favorite. The “best” part about this childhood memory is that I know I wasn’t afraid at all. I loved riding on my dad’s shoulders. I was safe and I knew I didn’t have to worry about falling.
I often feel amazing on hot summer nights in Port Republic when the conditions are just right. The lightning bugs illuminate the darkness periodically and the stars twinkle distinctively under a clear midnight blue sky. You know it’s summer because the air even smells sweet. I feel even better when I have a friend to walk the streets with and talk about anything. There’s something about summer nights that make me feel bold, fearless, and calm.
I was going to say that the most soothing sound is the transfixing rhythm of the ocean waves, but instead I chose something a little less cliché. There is no better sound than that of the peepers (I don’t know if that’s what they’re really called) in the marsh of Port Republic. They too have a certain rhythm that is capable of lulling you into a tranquil sleep.
Colors always seem to affect my mood. I love bright summery colors like bright yellow, pink, turquoise, etc. They make me upbeat and happy. In the wintertime, however, I interpret colors such as hunter green, navy blue, and gray as dull and sullen moods.
I feel most at ease in the mornings when I am actually awake and ready to take on the day. I love waking up without an actual alarm because I already have a natural one: the sun. My room is positioned on the east side of the house and when the sun rises it seeps through my sheer curtains and illuminates my butter yellow room. On these sunny days, the morning is one of the best parts. The sun has yet to become harsh and sweltering hot. It is innocent and kind. Even on less warm and leisurely days I appreciate the mornings. Everything is calm. I can go sit at my bus stop and watch the sun rise or the early morning joggers run by (I even cheer them on). I love this time because everything is still a tad bit sleepy and it feels nice to experience the world before everyone is frantically running from place to place.
Contemplating these positive thoughts has actually made me feel really calm. I’ve come to the conclusion that serenity is all around us. We just need to learn how to embrace it.
The place I like to go to escape all the pressures of the world is back at the stream behind my house. I guess about a quarter mile from my house is a little stream that branches all throughout the woods. During the lazy hazy days of summer while I was exploring, I came across it and thought it would be nice to find a clear spot out there to just relax. When I realized there was no such spot, I made one. It took me weeks, but I clear a small path all the way out to the stream, and a small little patch of ground by the stream I could just relax at without getting scratched up. Now a day, the clearing is a little bit bigger and I built a bridge across the stream for quick easy access to the other side.
My best childhood memory is a mystery to me; there is absolutely nothing that really stands out about my childhood. You may be thinking that I’m just trying to be Joecamp and being different from everyone else, but I honestly can not think of one memory that is the best, or even better than the rest for that matter.
I feel my absolute best in my room at night with my music on. At night after a shower to wash off the “sweat” from track, I go to my room to do my homework. During this time, I shut the door and turn on some music. The volume of this music is extremely important; it has to be loud enough to drown out the noise from the television in the living room (alone an arduous undertaking considering my mom has to have the TV entirely too loud and my sister has the biggest mouth I have ever heard), yet not too loud to distract me or give me a headache. I feel the best at this time, because for the most part I’m left alone and I can just concentrate and get my work done.
Like Brittany one of the most soothing sounds for me is the sound of a burning fire, it’s just a very relaxing sound. Plus it kind of helps that I have a strong liking for fire and explosions. The other most soothing sound for me is the sound and sights of a big nasty thunderstorm. I don’t know why but the power and grace of thunderstorms is just extremely relaxing. I can remember a day a few months ago when I woke up to the sounds of a big thunderstorm a few minutes before I had to get up for school, it just made my day so much better.
The colors that affect my mood are red and blue; both of them calm me quite a bit. Blue is a cool and soothing color by nature, but red is equally soothing to me. I guess is reminds me of fire.
I feel most at ease during the night. There is just something about the night sky and chill in the air that is very relaxing. I love to lie in the grass out in the woods and stare up at the sky and just gaze at the stars. Also the night is much calmer than the day, quieter; the hustle of the days is gone and tranquility is rampant.
Well, trying on dresses for prom is definitely not a happy place for me. Sorry that this is a little late I have been getting home every night really late. And tonight was one of those late nights again.
There is one place I can always look at or go to that I know will just put a smile on my face. A soccer field. A fresh cut, newly lined, and flawless field can always put a smile on my face and make me feel at ease. I could just lay in the middle of the circle of the gorgeous green field and just spend time thinking about the game and thinking about anything that is on my mind. Before each soccer game for high school, Mr. Hearn makes us spend a couple minutes of “meditation” on the field. I immediately head to my same spot in the right side of the goal and think about everything. I get all of my worries out and always feel at ease after the time. Besides a soccer field though I do always have this one spot in my life that I know I can always come back to and always feel less stressful and that is my house. There is nothing special about my house besides the fact that I live in it practically every night of my life. I always get this feel when I am not home that I wish I could just be home.
Well, I think I have too many great childhood memories. Anything special that happens in my sports life to me is a great memory. I do love all my vacations I have been on whether it was sports related or just with the family. But if I would have to choose my one of my best memories that would have to be when I went to England to play soccer. England was AMAZING. The weather was perfect it did not rain the ten days I was there. The fields were miraculous and flawless. The soccer stadiums and games were to die for. The crowd would chant the whole game and just made my trip unbelievable. I played soccer and watched soccer and managed to tour England in just a matter of ten days. What could be better for me than to travel to a place, which captures the place I love to go when I want to get away from my pressures in life?
I feel my absolute best when I am performing my best in any sport that I love. Whether it is on the soccer field, in the pool, on the softball field, or on a track. I love to success and it always feels good to success. It’s not just the fact that I love to succeed though even if I loose I still enjoy and love the passion and intensity that sports capture. I don’t know what makes me love sports so much and I don’t know why that makes me feel the best but I do love it.
The most soothing sound that I can imagine is strangely the dyer in my house. It might not be the most soothing sound I can imagine but it helps me fall asleep every night. There were a couple nights I couldn’t fall asleep right away and then I realized the dyer wasn’t on and once I turned it on I fell right to sleep.
I love the colors blue, silver, and orange. Whenever our school dresses in blue and gray I love it and it makes me feel happy since we are all showing school pride but they are also my favorite colors. I think black is an intimidating color, which makes me feel inferior to the person wearing it. All white especially on a soccer field reminds me of Angels in the Outfield, which is a great movie and cheers me up. And I love orange but not all the time. I love orange when it is bright, neon, or with something blue. Whenever I see orange like that it makes me happy just like the blue and gray. It cheers me up. Brown and yellow make me miserable since I really do not like those colors and especially not together.
When I am sleeping is when I feel most at ease or when I am not at school. School just stresses me out more and more each day. I love the people there I just hate all the work involved. I hate loosing my sleep just to do homework that takes hours to finish. When I am sleeping I feel most at ease since I have no cares or worries in the world. That is the time of the day that nothing can bother me because I will sleep right through it.
Bunj your definitely missing an essential question…what food puts you most at ease I would answer but the list would be way to long I guess that’s probably why you didn’t ask lol
To escape the pressures in my life there is no place more soothing then being alone in my room especially if it’s clean. In my room I put on the music and can pretty much put myself at ease. To add the calming mood having a hot shower and being able to sit back with something either good to snack on or drink tops it all off. If I had to pick another place where I feel at ease but cannot get too often is the beach its something about the sun beaming down on you and the waves crashing against the surf to relax you and put your mind at ease. It so many places that come to mind though that relax me. The bathtub. Any type of Exotic Island. Even being in the company of a good companion specifically a guy. =)
My best childhood memory…when ever I am asked to relate my favorite memory from my child hood an extra special one seems so hard to come to mind. I guess one of the best has to do with going on vacation with my mom, cousins, and aunts to Busch Gardens. We had so much fun together our ages were spread out so that made it even more fun because my god sister and me got a chance to hang with the “big kids”. We rode so many rides the day seemed endless and we never wanted to leave when it was time for the park to close. One night we snuck out of our hotel since we were up so late and the parents were in a dead sleep. My god sister almost drowned in the Jacuzzi but the rush at such a young age was such a thrill. We had a really nice rental house and always went out to dinner. Everyone got along and we couldn’t have asked for a better time. I think any vacation I ever took with family was one of my favorites because I enjoy family time because I think those are the moments we should cherish most.
Anytime I am able to get glamorous I feel my best. I love to dress up and that has been my persona ever sense I was little. When you all dressed up you feel like nobody can tell you anything. In other words your bossy. High heels, cute dress, and tops the make you want to scream make me feel like I am on top of the world. I also feel my best anytime I am on vacation. Your virtually carefree and you have a personal maid until its time for you to go home.
The most soothing sound I can imagine is the rain. Have you ever had a rainy day when you didn’t want to get cozy and take a nap? The rain falling sounds so dramatic but it’s a sound you never really appreciate but on days when you take the time to listen to it you cannot help to feel a sense of relaxation.
The color that effects my mood the most I don’t think I can really say I mean colors don’t seem to mean too much to me I’m sorry bunj that’s hard. I guess if I see brown I feel blah and anything purple makes me happy because that is my favorite color.
I feel most at ease at night because you are done all the deeds you had to complete for the day and it’s finally the time when you feel a sense of relief and can have
(huuuuh) moment you finally settled down and can began to rest for the next day
Jake is right. This idea was definitely from Happy Gilmore (one of my favorite movies), which makes this blog so great.
okay, so I knew the blog was due like an hour ago and wanted to read everyone's responses. I just want to say that I read Niah's dream about male models sercing her chocolate-covered strawberries and i love love looooove this idea. Oh, and I saw that caitlin also agree's with me =)
I noticed that Devon was the only one to mention that black and white together "provoke thoughts". I totally agree. There's something about black and white photographs that is simply mesmerizing. Its amazing how two colors can make such a story. It brings a certain feeling of classiness to mind along with the comfort of believing that not all things have to be so complicated.
Thank you so much Bunje for a fairly simple blog because right now, I am sitting in a hotel room with my dad snoring on the bed, and my mom and brother hanging out in the lobby. Here in Nebraska, it is only 8pm, but I have been up since 5am Eastern time (which would be 3am here) and now it feels like it should be 10pm since I am experiencing jet lag for the first time. So I apologize beforehand if my blog seems all over the place.
So first question. My happy place? Lately I’ve found an escape at my friend’s Andrew’s house. If you are in my class, you have all heard about him. When I’m at his house, it seems like the rest of the world just doesn’t exist. Lately, my parents and I haven’t seen eye to eye, so I go to his house instead of home. He listens to everything I have to say, and then changes the subject so I won’t think about it. I really don’t know what I would have done without being able to go to his house lately.
If I can’t go to his house, my escape is usually my room, with my iPod in. That way, I can’t hear anything that goes on in my house, and my music takes me wherever I want to be. Otherwise, it is hanging out with Emily. Even is she is at my house, where I don’t want to be, she always makes me feel better.
Childhood memories. I have so many. Lately, a memory from when I went to Arizona with my family has been reoccurring in my mind, so I’ll tell that one. When I was 8, my family went to Arizona. The big event was the Grand Canyon. One afternoon, my family was going on a trail ride, and at the end, there was a campfire with hot dogs and hot cocoa. My mom and dad took the wagon to the end, but my older brother and sister and I rode horses. There was this one guy who was one of the leaders that would ride back and forth to make sure that everyone with us was okay. I talked to that man nonstop. I must have gotten so annoying because he bet me one dollar, at that point, I thought that was a lot, that I would not say another word for the duration of the ride. Did I prove him wrong! For the next hour and a half, I only said one word, and that was “Whoa!” when my horse started trotting when he wasn’t supposed to. I marched up to him when we dismounted, and I told him he owed me a dollar.
When do I feel the best? I feel the best when I am somewhere quiet and peaceful, wrapped up in a book. I guess I could have put a good book as one of my escapes, but I didn’t think about it until now. When I read a book, I can be anyone I want. I can be the villain, the protagonist, the girl all the guys are after, or I can remain myself, an innocent bystander.
The most soothing sound to my ears is actually the hum of a computer and the sound of someone typing. I blame it on my mom. I used to always beg her to watch a movie with me when she was on the computer. She would tell me I would have to wait until she was done, so I would lay down on the floor and wait for her to be done. I of course would always fall asleep. To this day, if I am tired, and I am near a computer and not typing myself, I can fall asleep in a wink.
Orange, pink, and yellow all make me excited since they remind me of summer. Red usually makes me angry or hyper. Blues, greens, and purples usually relax me because they are my favorite colors. White makes me nervous, and black makes me indifferent.
The part of the day I feel the most at ease is when you first wake up. The first few seconds when you are warm, and comfortable, and content, but before you realize that you have to get up and start another possibly dreadful day. Lately, there has been a lot of drama occurring in my social life with letting people go, and letting people in. It is in these few seconds that I forget everything that has been happening. I feel like I am still dreaming, but conscious enough to feel the comfort of my warm bed and blanket.
Sorry for such a long blog, Bunje, I just couldn’t stop.
I forgot to comment on someone else's blog. But I just read where Danielle feels her best. She said it was with her family. I am surprised to say that these past two days have proved to be that too. Although my family and I haven't seen eye to eye lately, these past two days have been amazing. Today we all went together to this "bluff" which is just a plateau but it was really high, and we all hiked down together. Then we all drove for hours and saw prairie dogs and bison and deer. I had forgotten how much comfort family could give you. But I completely agree with Danielle, wherever my family is, is where I feel my best.
Like Christine, I wanted to come back and read everyone's responses. I just have to say that I totally and 100% agree with Niah about Moonlight Sonata. That can calm me down as soon as I hear it too.
One more thing. I forgot about thunderstorms. Reading everyone else's blogs who said something about thunderstorms, I can't even believe they slipped my mind. I love them. If I could have one day a month where for twenty-four hours straight it was thundering, lightning, and pouring rain, those would be the best twelve days of my year. That day maybe two months ago when I woke up to a thunderstorm was one of the best days this whole year. That thunderstorm put me in such a good mood, and I stayed in that good mood the whole day. I love thunderstorms with a passion.
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When I play field hockey I forget about all the stress and problems I have. I get lost in the game and I just play. It’s a high for me and when it’s over my little world is so much better. I get the same way with running. It’s not entirely the same, but I feel physically better when I get done an awesome run. I feel energized and ready to face the world. I guess you could say I get that way when I do any strenuous activity. But, overall, my happy place would have to be on my couch watching classic movies. - I stopped writing my blog here because when I got home and cleaned myself from today’s wet practice I started my blog and then my mom said, “Let’s go prom dress shopping Meg!” SO I hopped off the couch and we went prom dress shopping. However, its 10 o’clock and I just got home. I so did not think I was going to be out there that long. Even though I tried on a lot of dresses I didn’t like, luckily I found a few I fell in love with. I can’t stand trying on prom dresses, like Rachel haha. Anyway! Back to my happy place. -I said my couch and watching classic movies was my happy place, but I take that back. Sometimes I watch classic movies, well most of the time the movies are romance and then I get all teary eyed and I wish my life was romantic like that. Really though, my overall happy place would have to be at this place called Lake Dunmore in Vermont. I’ve loved that lake for so many years and I hold such fond memories there. Just sitting on the raft at the end of our dock surrounded by mountains is where I can be free from every stressful problem. I really need to be there now. My dog just ran away and my mom is out looking for him. I think I’m going to help her, wait never mind he came home. Ok, back to the blog.
My fondest childhood memory would have to be I don’t know. I have a lot of fond memories that I don’t think I can choose just one. I could choose some memories from when I would run around the halls of Oakcrest, with my mom, as a seven year old, playing and having fun with the students. Volleyball Marathons were the best. I would play in one of the big storage closest in the low ceiling gym. Back then all that was in it were wrestling mats and gymnastic beams. I would have such a blast in there imagining I was in a jungle of some sort. The best would be when one of my mom’s students would come in and play with me. Or I could choose some memories from when I lived in Pennsylvania and all I did was play with my cousins. We would wear footsie PJs and cover the bottom of the stairs with pillows and blankets. Then we’d slide down the steps in our footsie PJs and land in the sea of pillows and blankets. Or I could choose some memories from when I lived in Mays Landing Village. I moved there from PA in first grade and made the best of friends there. Every day was a memory I will cherish for the longest time.
I feel my absolute best when I run the ACCC trail when it’s just me. I get in a zone and fly through the trail. I run so fast and I don’t even know why. When I run through the trail I feel strong as if I can conquer everything and anything.
The most soothing sound I can imagine? Holding a seashell up to my ear and hearing the sound of the waves crashing into the beach. It’s so amazing how you could be anywhere and still hear the waves, no matter how close or how far away you are from the ocean.
Which colors affect my mood? Wow, that is a tough question. I could be typical and say the color blue makes me feel sad and the color yellow makes me happy and red makes me angry and so forth. I don’t feel like moods necessarily affect my mood directly. When I see bright colors like pink and orange and yellow I think of summer and the warmth and fun of summer and I suddenly feel happy. Oh, so I guess yellow really does make me feel happy.
When during the day do I feel most at ease? At night, when I know I don’t have to get up early the next day. I know I can relax till whenever I fall asleep and known I don’t have to worry about waking up early the next day. I’ve always been a night person. I’m more productive at night and I’m more energetic as well.
Hmm.. really late.. sorry about that.
I often find myself searching for a place to go to escape the pressures of life, but this method doesn't seem to work for me. I used to try to imagine myself somewhere nice or relaxing like a beach in the caribbean, but recently when I am upset or feeling out of the norm, I somehow spring back; it just takes time. So, I guess I don't really go anywhere, but, I think about something else for a little while until I'm ready to deal with the problem at hand.
I don't want it to seem as though I am down, but for some reason nothing is coming to mind for these questions. When I think about each question, I feel like they don't pretain to my life. My childhood, looking back, was very strange but not one absolutely critical moment stands out in my mind as my best childhood memory. My childhood was mediocre, random, and virtually unmemorable. Maybe the reason I don't have a best memory is because I tend not to remember the best moments, but more the worst ones. Does that make me a pessimist? I don't think so; everyone always remembers bad past events.
Now, when and where do I feel my absolute best? I would have to say after running alot of sprints. That seems crazy, and many might call me insane, but I get this exhilarating rush after i finish the last one and I feel as though I could run a hundred laps around the feild.
Running laps around the feild is far from soothing, though. But, somehow connected, a soothing, or possibly releiving sound for me is a whistle. For me, it signifies the end of a drill or workout, and is welcomed openly.
Along with the soothing, comes relaxing or sleep for me. I have come to find that, in school especially, I tend to doze or lose attention when I am surrounded by bland colors or when the room seems to be darker. Cooler colors make me sleepy and calm, which would explain why I fall asleep in Martino's class with all of his dull colors (or maybe just because it's boring).
And last we come to the time of day. Night. I would have to say night time is many highschool students' favorite time. Why? SLEEP! But not only do I get to fall into a nice cozy bed and dream about beautiful girls at night, it is also a time that I can do what I want and get done things I need to get done. Also, when I lay in my bed it means I am done for the day and I can let go of everything, even if only for a few hours.
Though i started this blog in a negative tone, I found it helped me relax and realize things about myself. But I guess that's what these blogs have been made for all year long...
I'm so sorry this blog is late. Again. I was just looking through past blogs to try to center myself to write this one (that was an excessive amount of "to"s), and I stumbled upon Monica's response to "Countdown to Success," about how she is so sure of her intelligence she hasn't been trying. ...I feel like that's part of my problem right now. This doesn't really relate to this blog or why it was late, or perhaps the presence of that underlying problem in my life completely explains it. I don't know. I don't feel like myself right now, and that scares me. It's a combination of stresses. I suppose I'm the perfect example of why we need a blog like this.
Two of my favorite places, honestly, like Caitlin said, are Borders and Starbucks. I'm sure of things when I'm in these places, I'm sure of myself. I love being with friends more than anything, witty banter, intriguing conversation. I like being anywhere with friends, especially if it's somewhere ... intellectually stimulating? This could literally be anywhere.
I also do, admittedly, love the beach, as many of my AP Lang compadres have extrapolated upon. The beach is the ultimate venue for relaxation because it really isn't a venue at all. It's all open air, all lyrical ebbing and flowing, all ocean, all heat. I love the heat. And, give or take the seagulls, I love the beach.
Bright, richly pigmented (haha) colors affect me the most. They put me at ease. I love a deep, inky dark blue or green. Also, the color of the sky right before a thunderstorm also puts me supremely at ease. I LOVE THAT COLOR. That deep, infinite grey-purple? It's like a dark lavender grey. I love that color.
The most soothing sound I can imagine is the lead singer of Death Cab for Cutie's voice. Yes, I love other bands. Truly, I do. But if we're talking about which ones relax me supremely, it would be Death Cab, almost above any other. (There are definitely exceptions to this rule, but it is a rule nonetheless.)
I normally feel most at ease at night. Lately this hasn't been the case because I've been stressed, but it has been and always will be the night. As soon as I get back to a place where I'm not stressed (ie the semi-normalcy I call my day to day life), my favorite time of the day will resume being night. This is for several reasons, but primarily because it's the time I get work done and listen to music and relax.
The last facet of this blog, the favorite childhood memory, is an interesting one for me. I had a supremely awkward childhood. Most people know this. I mean, it was awkward. Quite awkward, I'd venture to say VERY awkward. Anyone else who has ever labored under the notion they had an awkward childhood could not hold a candle to mine. That being said, I still have some awesome childhood memories, and that's because of Jo! I have had so many good times with that girl. All our exploits - lying on the dock for hours, falling in rivers that aren't really rivers, even playing The Sims because we thought it was hilarious when we stretched their faces to extreme proportions (HAHAHA. THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO), running from (Drew's) and eventually to (our entire middle school years) boys, long talks, laughing till we fell over. Just like she said, just talking about all this makes me happy. I love her.
Again, I'm really sorry that this is late. I don't think you can fully wrap your head around how sorry I am, because it's to extreme proportions of sorry. Or maybe you can. But either way, I'm truly, truly sorry.
Wow I completely forgot about doing the blog this week. I'm kind of mad at myself. I haven't really been having a good spring break either so maybe doing this blog will help.
Ok... To escape from the pressures of life I either play guitar or listen to music. Preferably, I would rather play guitar. It just relives a lot of stress. I can't really explain how it works but it does. I really should be playing it right now since I feel really terrible. But anyway, I wouldn't really say that I have a place I go to relieve stress, but I usually feel best when I play guitar outside on my front porch. Especially if it's nice out. That's about all I can think about.
I'm not too sure what my best childhood memory is. I guess when my soccer team won either a championship or a tournament or whatever. I usually felt great after winning one of those. But, I don't know. It's kind of difficult for me to think right now. Now that I think about it, my best childhood memories are from when my mom and dad were together. it was nice having both of them in the same room and not arguing. I felt... normal I guess. I didn't like how they would argue. It made me sad. So i guess anytime they weren't arguing was a good memory for me.
After thinking about it, I feel the best when I play sports. Anything outside the boundaries of the field can't bother me when i'm playing. I feel peaceful i guess you could say. Sometimes I feel depressed, but once I start playing soccer or whatever, I feel much better. Well until I'm done playing, then I feel bad again, sometimes. It all depends on what the situation was that made me get upset. It's complicated. Sometimes i don't even know. It just happens.
The most soothing sound I can imagine, would either have to be Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) by John Lennon, or Cliffs of Dover by Eric Johnson. Those songs make me feel better. I bet there are other songs too but I just can't think of them at the moment. I'm actually listening to the John Lennon song right now and I'm starting to feel better. It's weird how my mind works. I think I have been rambling a lot on this blog but I'm basically just typing what pops into my mind.
Colors... the colors that affect me in a positive way are green and blue. Well actually like a light green and a light blue. Not so much the pure color. I don't know why but those colors make my mood a little brighter. My room is blue so I just go there whenever i feel mad or something else that isn't good. The colors that affect me in a bad way are either red or orange. they just annoy me. my house is red and it bothers me sometimes but I rarely wear a red or orange shirt. It would just get on my nerves. No offense to people that like those colors, but those colors frustrate me.
Honestly, I feel the best right before I go to sleep. I guess because I'm too tired to think about what bothers me. I just close my eyes and sleep. Nothing can annoy me when I'm sleeping since I'm not aware what is going on around me. Also, I really like my bed and it's really comfy. so, not only am i mentally relaxed, I'm physically relaxed as well. I like sleeping too so that helps.
Once again, I am sorry for posting this blog late. I really can't afford to not do well on any more assignments. Next time I'll have better time management and not forget to do the blog.
So it’s 12:27, Easter Sunday, and I’m watching the new episode of South Park about Britney Spears. The beginning seasons of South Park were so much better…except not, like Imagination Land and Freaks on Strike. But that’s beside the point.
Colorado was gnarly. And there’s my first answer. Vacation. Vacations are my happy place. Whether it’s just a day off of school or a trip to Colorado, any day away from the norm is a happy place for me. That’s an ideal happy place, I guess. An everyday happy place would be Weymouth. Running through the back streets in the limbo area of Mays Landing, Hammonton, Newtonville, and Vineland, I find relief. Most people absolutely hate running, but I guess I’m weird. Whether I have an iPod playing or it’s just the sound of cars and my breath, when I run I feel better. And it isn’t simply a distraction but a remedy because I can actually think clearly but still have to focus on what I’m doing. But if I had the option to live in Colorado, then the mountains would be my happy place for real.
I’m not surprised one of Nick’s best memories is our soccer team. The Hawks was and still is the best team in the SJSL (or would be if we still had the team). But our soccer team in general would sit in top 5 of my best memories, but numero uno will always be my mommom’s house. I miss that place. Now Valerie Berios lives there, which is awesome and weird at the same time. But I grew up in that house; it was like home away from home. I pretty much learned to swim there (I first swam at a hotel though ). We had awesome barbeques there. Every Sunday we would have mommom and poppop’s home cooking. And I mean every Sunday. The basement was our kid’s place, though. We always hung out there. I remember one time when I had the walking pneumonia I was strictly told not to run. But we were playing some tag game so I had to. And I did. And I got yelled at but I didn’t care. I would much rather not be it and cough a lot than be it but feel fine.
My absolute best, eh? I don’t think I’ve felt that way in a while. For a single moment this past week I did, at summit of peak 8 at Breckenridge Mountain. It was me and my sister, thirteen thousand feet above sea level, we both felt like we just ran a marathon, and we had to climb another football field’s length up the mountain to the peak. People can say something takes your breath away, but literally, up there where the air is paper thin, our breath was snatched from our lungs. I’ll probably have pictures on Tuesday if I have the ink. But during those few minutes all the way up there, I felt absolutely right. The rest of the trip I had some stress, miniscule, but it was there. And during everything else in life, there is always stress. But not up there. The higher I go or the steeper the trail or the better the snow, I will always feel my best. Snowboarding, or even just the mountain itself, throws away my sorrows, relinquishes my fears and lies me down in green pastures, as Psalm 23 puts it.
This is simple: my yard at night. Bugs, frogs, cars, some distant party, silence, fresh air. The perfect recipe for pure sound. Anything else can’t beat it.
Colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. Rainbow. That’s pretty much, in order, the list of my favorite colors (except yellow is at the end). Certain colors may have an effect on me, but it changes with each circumstance. I think when similar colors are together I always get something out of it. I like when red, orange, and yellow are together in fire; or blue, purple, and some color in between. But then I love mismatching colors; colors that absolutely won’t go together. Well, red is my favorite color (so no offense taken Nick) but anything before the period at the end of this sentence really doesn’t answer the question much. So after this sentence’s period, I guess I’ll answer. Colors are colors and they do what they want in certain situations, but every color or no color usually does something to me. Black and white. I love those shows and I love the pictures. Black and white reminds me of old, cool things. And symbolizes simplicity, to me at least. And it just looks good. I remember that Felicia had to have black and white dresses, and I don’t blame her.
And once again, I agree with Emily Mehler on something. Unlike most other people, I do not feel most at ease at night, or before I sleep, or when I am sleeping. I tend to oversleep and it never works out right, so sleeping isn’t my favorite time. Waking up, you yawn, you stretch, you rub your eyes, you feel warm or cold depending on the temperature but it doesn’t matter because you just slept good, you remember you problems and don’t care, you may rush or take your time but once again it doesn’t matter (not yet). So much bad grammar or structure or whatever you call it, I should start actually writing right. But anyway, I’m listening to a song that my dad always sung but never knew the words, Delta Dawn by Tanya Tucker. It repeats the chorus at least four times at the end. And then Angel and Airwaves came on. But I don’t care, no words. So I skip to Denise, an oldies song. Did you ever notice how much oldies music (as in before the 90s) seemed to always talk about love. Well, it still does that. Hm… now to O-zone for some numa numa. I don’t know why I memorized that song, but I know all of it. Stupid Romanian. Well, now let’s listen to some creepy song called Tim I Wish You Were Born A Girl. Funny song. I might as well end on a non-random topic. Waking up is the best because you don’t necessarily have to. Just hit the snooze. Just fall back to sleep. Just don’t care about the day. You don’t have to because you can just stay on your bed and dream like Little Nemo (for all you NES fans).
So it’s 1:41, Easter Sunday, and I’m listening to OK GO. I really don’t even like them that much…except I can never turn it off when I do listen to them. But that’s beside the point.
I still write way too much. And since I'm still in Mountain Time and it's only midnight to me, here's some links to some pictures.
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That was the peak. Amazing. hat's all i can call it.
The questions of this blog pry so deep and I’m actually ashamed of my first answer. It used to be the first thing I would do if I had any stresses or problems was, get some drugs and some people, and get high. This always worked for a few hours, but after those few hours were up, I had the same problems plus the ones I had just finished making in those couple hours of euphoria. At this point, I’m still trying to find a place to go to escape all of the problems because facing them all is SO hard. Without drugs, I am now turning to my cell phone and calling the best friends I have ever had. Instead of wasting hours getting high, I am using those hours to talk about the things that bother me. This is healthy according my psychiatrist but needless to say, it isn’t too healthy for my dad’s pocket because he pays the cell phone bill… for now.
Speaking of my psychiatrist, he asked me the same question, “What is your fondest childhood memory?” I had to think about this for a few minutes before remembering my first concert. I was 11 years old and my mom, being the 80’s metal head she is, took me to see Metallica, a band both of us have great admiration for. Godsmack was the opening band and I remember watching them walk off the stage and thinking to myself “That was amazing, how much better could it get!?” Then Metallica proceeded to perform, and I was blown away by the pyrotechnics and the sounds of the live guitars, bass, and drums. That was one of the greatest nights of my life and my mom and I were so excited, we didn’t sleep at all the night before and spent the night after talking about how insane the concert was.
Being with my mom that night was absolute best part of that concert because knowing I had someone that I love to share the experience with had made feel so wonderful. Since then the only place that has put me in my absolute best is performing on the field with the marching band. Indeed, being a spectator at a concert and being a performer on a football field are two entirely different things, but they stir up the very same blissful and energetic feeling emotions. The commonality of the two is the fact that I lose myself in the music in both situations and that is what gets my adrenaline pumping and gives me feelings greater than any drugs or any person can.
IT’S BIG, IT’S LOUD, IT’S LIVE! I saw that on an advertisement for DCI (Drum Corps International) and any music sooths me whether it’s amplified by a billion or whispering in my ears from my I Pod. I have this indescribable passion for music and a lot of the songs that sooth me the most also tend to make me cry. These songs usually consist of a slower tempo (yet not too slow) and lyrics that make me think about my life. When I think of my life, it often leads to me getting sad, this sadness makes me tired, and the tired feeling relaxes my body and I am calm.
While I am on the subject of being tired and calm, sleeping is the greatest thing I can think of. I am not a morning person and each day is nothing but a longing for the time when I can snuggle up under my two comforters and let my eyes fall shut. All of the days events, good and bad, dissolve into some mixture in my mind and become the past. Knowing that it’s all over and that I lived through another day provides much consolation and I breathe a sigh of relief before letting it all slip away. Those few hours of sleep are paradise.
Last but not least, I must comment on the subject of colors. Color is such a beautiful thing, but I find that I prefer black and white pictures to colored ones. I find them unique because our world obviously isn’t black and white and because if you put one color into a black a white picture, it seems to shine brighter than the sun. Black and white or grey I suppose, are the colors that make me feel normal. Neon colors excite me, I associate red with blood, blue with hope (or rather the absence of hope), green with marijuana, yellow with wealth, purple with hair, orange with traveling or the outdoors, and brown with the word “neutral.” There are so many colors in between, for example the yellow-gold-steel-toe-boot color, I have heard it called the “Tim” (referring to the brand Timberland) color, reminds of pee and my best friend and I call it piss yellow when we see anybody wearing it. I will not wear this color ever, but it makes me laugh. I’m not quite sure why I went on this rant about what colors remind me of but I guess I associate them with things rather than focus on how they make me feel.
(My apologies for being late.)
Did I even do this blog? Um no. I'm trippin Mrs.Bunje. I freaking forgot! I guess. Now, I'm pissed. Was this due over the break? Anyway, since I'm officially a loser, I guess I should try to ramble up something since I'm stupid and forgot there was a blog due! So, to get away from everything, I'd like to close my eyes and picture AJ and me walking along a tropical beach. The hot sun beaming on out skin, soaking up all of the water beads dribbled over our skin would feel so good. The warm gritty sand seeping through my toes seems nice. That would easily soothe all my pressures away.
My best childhood memory was when my grand mom used to let me "make a mess". This "mess" was chaotic cooking. You see, I'd always act shy so I would write my grand mom a note, asking if it was ok if I could "make a mess". There was a "YES", "NO", and a "MAYBE". She always circled the yes. Thrilled as ever, I'd dash into the kitchen and open the refrigerator as wide as possible. I'd stare. Then, I would grab several condiments from lemon juice to mayo and mix it all up. I'd usually thrown in a few eggs, and maybe even bread. What ever was inside the bowl would be mixed around a lot. Then I'd heat the skillet and cook it. I remember I always talked to myself, pretending I had an audience since I liked watching the "cooking channel". When I was all done, I'd put it in a bowl and bring it into my grand mom. I loved that no matter how pungent the odor was, or how disgusting it looked, she'd always put it up to her mouth and pretend to eat it. I loved playing with her. Another favorite memory of mine was when I was younger; I would watch super market sweep with my grand mom. On Christmas one year, she bought me a kiddy shopping cart, cash register, and food. She would make up hints for the food and scream "go" as I dashed down the hallway into the kitchen. I'd find the clue and bring it back. Reminiscing on those times bought tears to my eyes. I loved loved loved playing with my grand mom. She was my granny and I was her bunny.
I feel my absolute best when I have on a nice outfit and my eyebrows and hair is done nice. This is because I feel as though people judge others based on appearance. Since they do, I want people to have the best opinions of me that they could possibly have. I also love when I get good grades. That's neck-and-neck with the looks thing. This all reminds me of success and I love success.
The most soothing sound I can imagine is my grandmother's voice. See, once again, I am tearing up again. The sound of her voice calling me sends me floating in the clouds of Heaven with her.
Yellow affects my mood the most. Yes, all of the other colors in the rainbow are nice; however, yellow reminds me of the beaming bright sun shining on me. I love happiness. That is also what the sun reminds me of. Yellow simply makes me happy. Red makes me feel sexy, ha-ha. It really does. I guess red does because I've seen so much red lingerie in my life. Ha-ha. I feel most at ease during gym. No tests or quizzes, or even studying sets my mind at ease. I like the fact that we get to have fun for a grade. I feel comforted in knowing that there will not be a day when we will have a hard test, if any. Of course I like to challenge myself, however, challenging myself doesn't set my mind at ease, it just lets me know that I'm doing the right thing.
I feel as though I just need a vacation!
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