May 28, 2010

'Twas The Night Before Moving...

...and all through the house, not a thing was unboxed- minus computer and mouse.
We are moving tomorrow...finally!!!
Everything is in a box- clothes, toys, knitting needles, art supplies, lamps, and all that lovely bubblewrap. Tomorrow I shall set out for work from one house...and come home to a new one.
As it follows, I took extra precautions to do all my favorite things as I took my old route home for the last time. I waltzed a bit on the street, swung on the swingset for a handful of minutes, fondly petted the neighborhood cats, and I splashed in all of the choice puddles. Considering the fact that there will be all of the above (and then some) in the new neighborhood, it wasn't too sad a parting.

Tomorrow will be relatively stress (HA!) free. Memorial Weekend is usually slow at the tea shop, and we only have 28 reservations- we also aren't serving the buffet (for probably the first time in tea shop Saturday history). I dearly hope to be home in time to help the entire church as they help us move, but this is more for the sake of a chance to hang out with my friends and show them my new digs, and different routes to sneak me out at night by.

I'm now off to help take apart my bed frame. I get to sleep with my matress on the floor. Am I too childish in that I find this fun and exciting? :D

May 25, 2010

True Happiness Is Drinking A Coke And Not Caring If It's Diet Or Regular

I thought I'd join the crowd for one minute and post something about the ever-popular subject in today's culture: weight, weight loss, and dieting. (That's more like three subjects. Hmmm...)

In today's culture we have a great many paradoxes, the greatest of which is body weight and appearance. We continually glorify the perfect shape in women- the sculpted hips, the tiny waist, long, tan legs, acne-free skin, and glossy hair- and the benefits of good health. It's on every television, in every magazine, and shouted about by the most popular singers (Yes, I mean you, miss "Shawty on the dance floor"). However, what was once pursued throughout history is now relentlessly obsessed over; women used to wear corsets for that perfect shape, and we like to think that we've risen above such self-depreciating attempts at perfection. We are so blind to our own actions. What does Oprah continually talk about? What are the most popular books on the market teaching? Why are all teenage girls afraid to step outside without makeup on, think that anything outside of a size four is fat?

Let me be as emphatic as possible on this subject.

First of all, the way you ought to look isn't about what size you wear. Did you know that for most girls it's unhealthy to be under a size four (if pant size is the yardstick we're going to use for applicable measurements here)?

There's a term that doctors and know-it-all people like me like to use. It's called BMI or Body Mass Index. Click on that link and it will lead you to a reliable BMI calculator. The truth is that all bodies are made differently, and that there is a healthy way to carry weight. Some people need to weigh more to be healthy, some people need to weigh less. It's as unique as you are. It's not about a stereotyped pant size, or, really, how "fat" you look (because according to today's standards, no normal person is ever going to be skinny), it's about what's healthy.

Second is the big makeup scam.

The reason most people have acne problems is because a) they wear tons of foundation, powder, and other face goop that they don't clean off properly and b) they don't take care of their face. You can wear a little bit of foundation, I'm definitely not going on a rant against makeup, it's just highly advisable to wash it off and then moisturize. Makeup shouldn't be a second skin or a tattoo. It should be used to enhance what you've already got. Don't cover yourself up. I myself wear makeup, just not every day, and not in the same way everyone else is. People wear crazy makeup to try and gain attention, but what I've found is that more people note your appearance, think you're way stranger, more unique, whatever it is your shooting for, when you're wearing absolutely no makeup whatsoever. That, and it shows you've got at least a tiny increment of self esteem to your being.

What makes this a paradox? It's simple. If everyone is going to endorse being skinny and healthy, and natural, then why are there so many fast food joints, and junk food, and pills to take to lose weight, and cover up, and a long list of other stupid things that I can't think of right now? Why? It's like saying "Save the cows!!!" as you pig out on a giant steak-a contradiction.

Phew. Let me climb off my soap box for one second and say this- there are a lot of things you could be doing, obsessing over how you look and weigh is not worth wasting a lifetime over. I know that when I get to heaven and God asks me why he should let me in, I'm not going to say "because I was a social butterfly who did good works administering makeup for Mary Kay and never wore anything but a size two", it'll be because I accepted him as my Lord and Savior and lived for him, not the bathroom scale, magazine articles, and ads.

There now...have I thoroughly stepped on everyone's toes?

May 20, 2010


Ahh, the life of a gypsy! Always on the move! We're still getting boxes packed up (fun fun!) and I'm quickly running out of distractions. My mask making supplies? Packed. My sewing items? Packed. My books, DVDs, and art supplies? Packed. The only things I have for entertainment are a handful of novels, a sparse selection of knitting supplies, and this lovely laptop, complete with Internet access. Guess which activity I've been opting for most? I've been updating my livejournal a lot (yes, it would seem I'm collecting different forms of journaling. Moving on), but I spend most of my time on Facebook (of course) or Etsy.

Just as a side note, Etsy is the neatest thing since the creation of arts and crafts. It rivals Facebook as a boredom breaker because there is always so much to look at! That, and you can get some pretty amazing inspiration for projects of your own, especially if the object you're looking at is extremely overpriced.
Back to business.

I finished the black shirt from the last post, and will post pictures as soon as we have moved and I unpack the camera. *Wry Grin*

The latest good read is a book I chanced to pick up at the library entitled Love Among the Walnuts by Jean Ferris. I was expecting something very modern day, poorly written, and disappointing like most everything produced for teens these days, but this book is actually good. The plot line is cute, the characters diverse, and, best of all, the entire thing is one big hyperbole. (For you non-literature minded people, this fancy word, pronounced hi-PER-bo-lee, means "ironic overstatement" and is used to add dramatic, or satiric, effect.) It's melodramatic, and silly, and it's all on purpose. I adore the hyperbole, and I use it a lot when telling stories, fact or fiction, so this book has gained big points that way. This goes to prove two things: never judge a book by it's cover or publication date, and, as always, the library is the best place to spend your time if you want to discover new things.
I will be back again later to update you on this Missfit Gypsy's adventures in (not-even-close-to) Wonderland. Keep reading! :)

May 11, 2010

An (Ab)normal Day In the Life of A Me.

I'm not usually given over much to too much Internet use, but I have a new laptop, and a mother who finally realized that I'm seventeen, and thus old enough to be trusted just a little. This has changed the general outlook of the way I waste my time.
Let's start with the fact that I'm supposed to be home schooled, but because we are moving, my mom called the education crusade off. When people are home schooled they are either really smart and diligent about their work, or lazy children with no sense and no grades. I do not fit into either of these categories. I usually finish my school mid-morning, and then have the rest of the day to fritter away in whatever way I see fit (as long as I keep the more strange of my activities from discovery by mom). My life is dictated by emotion (Watch out world!)
For instance, if I'm feeling bold I alter my clothes. Now, depending on how bold I feel, the altered clothing can be anywhere from some size tailoring to a new strange wardrobe. I still remember the day I discovered that you don't have to wear the clothes that they sell, the way they sell them. I took a turn that day and the way I dress will never be the same. Today, I played with some shirt sleeves.

I didn't end up doing too much, I just chopped it to 3/4 length and ruched the sleeves a bit as follows.

I'm planning on changing the neckline tomorrow. *Evil Grin*
I always end up walking at least two miles, whether I intend to or not. I live in a large subdivision that I call "The Grid" because it's encased in by four main streets. The Grid is about a mile to a mile and a half wide, so I end up doing a decent bit of wandering. My favorite haunt is this old swing set. I'll walk up, swing for five or ten minutes, and then walk away. I never love the world so well as when I'm on a swing set. I feel like a bird who flies without limits (until I reach the edge of the atmosphere, then I run out of options).
Right now, I'm sitting in the Library Coffee House, or LC. I mean it seriously when I say this place is just about the neatest thing since the invention of tea. I can trace all of my greatest inspirations, pictures, drawings, writings, back to this coffee shop. It's quaint, it's friendly, they play good music, and it's chock full of books. Seattle's collection of great cafes is incomplete without this gem. Do you want to achieve great things? Find yourself an independent coffee shop. It's the only answer.
The rest of my time is filled with my job (at the quaintest tea shop in Idaho, drawing, and helping around the house (The term "help" is extremely debatable/doubtful in this case).

May 10, 2010

A Short Explanation

I lie. This isn't going to be short. When I say things, they tend to be either really long, really boring, or both. So I'll be as brief as I can (don't count your lucky stars) and then we'll see where we're at.
Oh my fur and whiskers!
So having recently gone through a rather taxing stage of my life (I'm told teenage girls get these) followed by a series of rather unfortunate events, with a troubled denouement, that's leading up to a not quite concluded conclusion (is any of this making sense?) I have finally settled back out of my skin and am happy to say that I'm not myself anymore.
And no, I'm not doing drugs. I'm just telling it how it is.
Either way, for the longest time I found I couldn't write with any sense of equanimity or happiness, and although I'm always teetering at the brink of the Abysmal Black Hole of the I Suck Abyss (new band name, I call dibs!) I decided that if all I was going to do when I wrote was cry over the keyboard and throw minor cuss words at the screen, it wasn't worth it. Writing is something you're supposed to enjoy.
Thanks to the help of Oscar Wilde and a few very special (and very interesting) friends, I've regained what I lost and more. I'm back to my old hooligan-y self, and the pranks (and stories) shall be resumed. However, I'm not going to limit myself anymore either. I'm going to write, and this means the hole nine (or is it elven?) yards.
And you have to stick around and witness it.
I have only one thing to say. (*Adopts sinister tone*)
I'm baaaack.