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I haven't been very responsive here lately, I'm afraid; the end of the semester crunch has been occupying my time, but I'm home now.

I feel rather lucky to come home just in time to celebrate Mother's Day and be with my family again. We ended up going to see the new Star Trek movie, then I treated her to this awesome Vietnamese place. Short, non-spoilery review of Star Trek: worth seeing once for entertaining viewing as long as you don't spend too long staring at all the Enterprise-sized plot holes. It was surprisingly less campy than I had anticipated, with the actors playing Kirk, McCoy, and Scotty really owning their roles. Zoë Saldana's Uhuru is pretty damn awesome, too. Seriously, I was apprehensive about Kirk after watching the trailers, but he had enough charisma to actually pull it off. Unfortunately the bits with Spock just didn't cut it for me, especially that one scene at the end; there wasn't enough time to really flesh out his character with all the action going on, and the whole brooding Sylar in disguise characterization felt forced. But when it comes to hooking in a new generation into the ST franchise, I think it's quite effective by creating another dimension to the series for new and old fans to play with.

Anyway, Mother's Day once again has made me realize how lucky I am to have the people who support me in my life. I tend to wax sentimental when I write, but it really is true. As cheesy and cliché as it may sound, I do consider those of you who read this to be my extended family, the kinds of people I could only wish I could be related to just so I'd have an excuse to see you more often because you're all so awesome :D

And I can't imagine where I'd be without the wisdom, humor and guidance of the surrogate parents in my life who tell me the sorts of things that I have difficulty believing when my biological mother tells them to me. Even simple things like "Good luck" and "take care of yourself" - I take that to heart. And goodness knows you've helped me out in so many ways I can't name them all, from your Christmas cards to letting me interview/coerce you to helping me out on class projects to your sympathetic and often hilarious comments. Once again, thank you all!
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I've never understood the vitriol about Valentine's Day. Sure, $14.7 billion spent on gifts this year as a proxy for love strikes me as patently ridiculous; what scares me even more is that total expenditures related to this holiday's festivities are at a record low. But the true sentiment behind the day shouldn't arouse so much bitterness and ire. Believe me, I'm as familiar with heartsickness as the next person, but I refuse to let that prevent me from recognizing all there is for which I'm grateful.

I see Valentine's Day the way I see Thanksgiving and Christmas: an opportunity to reflect on what I have that I all too frequently overlook. This day is a celebration of love; I just expand that definition of love to something beyond the romantic kind.

When I think of love, I think of my family and friends and the friends I secretly count as family. I honestly can't imagine what my life would be without you. Call me a romantic, but I find it tragic how often we don't notice or acknowledge all those things that make us smile as we realize that yes, someone out there does care about us.

Love is someone checking in to see how I'm doing after angsting about a bad day. Love is someone going out of their way to send you a DVD featuring your favorite actor or a CD featuring your favorite composer. Love is someone baking green tea pound cake just for the fun of it and not minding when you end up eating most of it. Love is someone letting you continually bum rides off of her even though she refuses to let you pay for gas. Love is someone writing you a story or sharing a favorite poem. Love is someone washing your sheets and remembering to stock up on your favorite snack every time you come home. Love is someone sending you ridiculous lolcat photos and random cartoons because he thought you'd be entertained. Love is someone you haven't seen in ages sending you a letter or a postcard. Love is someone reminding you to stop taking yourself so seriously and learn how to crack a smile every so often. Love is someone who means it when they urge you to take care of yourself on the days when you don't think you're really worth caring about. Love is someone teaching you something new that they thought you'd enjoy. Love is someone trusting you enough to share a secret. Love is someone sharing something they've created so beautiful that you forget to breathe for a few moments. Love is seeing someone you admire stand up for what she believes is right and inspire you to take action, too.

I may be single, but I do feel loved this Valentine's Day. Thank you for being there.


Feb. 15th, 2006 10:49 pm
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So, yesterday I asked the ever-awesome [ profile] eyepiece_simile to help me pick out birthday cards for my two godsisters (the daughters of my godparents; does this term really exist?). It struck me only in the middle of the card-picking selection as mildly pathetic that I must actually consult my much cooler friends on such matters. It's hard to find good birthday cards, especially for pre-teen girls; you don't want to be overly cute or too cynical. I was nowhere near as cool as Kathleen at age 11 (she's turning 12 tomorrow); I just know she's going to be an awesomely gorgeous and smart and sassy homecoming queen someday. Sarah, the younger one, and I are closer in personality although I think she's a little shyer. I think I've found something that each of them will like, or so I hope.

I think my mother is concerned about my mental status as I would not stop singing random fragments of "So Long, Farewell" from the Sound of Music slightly off-key for half an hour straight while washing the dishes. If I were in her position I'd probably be slightly weirded-out, too. But there's just something about TSOM that makes me frightfully cheery for extended periods of time. And in winter I could use extra doses of shiny melodies. The lovely sunny weather lately has been helping tremendously; I hope it lasts for as long as possible. I'm starting to believe that I won't be able to live anywhere with actual fall and winter; I'm afraid I'd get too depressed.

For some reason in winter I always feel more tired; sleeping doesn't make me feel any more rested than being awake. My usual method of blasting awesomely cool orchestral jazz/instrumentals and techno on my way to the IHL is starting to wear off a little in its energy-boosting powers. Normally I swear it's better than caffeine, which I never consume in the morning anyway. I'd rather not form some kind of addiction until I really need it (i.e. at uni).
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I'm wondering more often now what's happened to all the people I knew in elementary school, from summer camp, old friends who have disappeared from my life and I from theirs. I hope they're happy, if nothing else. I've played around with the idea of an elementary class reunion, but I have no idea how I'd contact everyone.

Running at dusk is surprisingly magical. I've always liked to peer through my neighbors' lit windows to see what they're doing. The contrast with the dark gives you a clearer view. I must sound rather voyeuristic, but you see a different side of the people you only glimpse here and there. You learn more about people if you see them off guard.

I can't quite remember the purpose of this entry, sorry.


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