Best friend.

My best friend ever is Kelsey Nicole Kisler. For the last 3 years of both our 17 year old lives we have been BFF (Best Friends Forever); knowing one another in 8th grade but meeting in freshman English. Specifically Miss Eisenbach’s fifth period English class. The building block of our relationship was our first sleepover and though it was an incomplete sleepover, the block seems to have persisted and over time developed completion.

First Sleepover Story: Kelsey remembered to ask her mother if I could come over but failed to ask if I could spend the night. Hanging out in her apartment complex club house, the late evening approached; her mom called to see where we were and inquired about when I was leaving, we both found this funny for we thought I was spending the night but apparently not. To both our disappointments I had to go home but a few weeks later we redeemed our lost sleepover.

I dropped out of school three or four months before the end of freshman year, subsequently skewing us off course but in 2005 we met back up at ArtTech; the new high school charter school. Since then we have been metaphorically attached at the hip and on occasion attached by a metaphoric rope, due to bumps and tiffs. But we have always found our way back to each others side.

We share the same train of thought and more often than not say the same exact comment at the same exact moment. After we involuntary copy one another we say, “Get out of my head”, which is always accompanied by smile.

I love her, even when she is being stupid and she loves me when I’m being stupid. This concept is known as pure acceptance.

Rant.

rant - verb (used without object)
1. to speak or declaim extravagantly or violently; talk in a wild or vehement way

A poem:

Repetitive

Different words

Sharing the

Same meaning

Expression of passion

Positive or negative

The passion persists

Rant, rave, repeat

Repeat, rave, rant

“All of these vultures hiding right outside my door.”

“All of these vultures are hiding right outside my door.”, shared a jittery Sharlene.

“You have vultures outside your house?” Response accompanied by a stifled laugh. “I suggest getting that taken care of.”

“Oh, shut up.” Sharlene’s tone reveals her understanding of her absurdity. “You know what I mean – metaphorical vultures.” Pause. “Germs.”

A stern, concerned face with a duh suggestive tone delivers this comment: “Again, I suggest you get that taken care of. Perhaps an in-home therapist? You can have almost anything delivered these days, why not a shrink?”

“Yeah, I could do that.” Sharlene’s volume dwindles. “I just hope the vultures don’t come in with the shrink.” She timidly grins.

“Get over it.”

Inspired from John Mayer’s song Vultures.

Fruit-Flavored Life

Starting the day with a homemade, blender pureed strawberry smoothie and ending the day with half a chocolate bar; Janet would be displeased with the next calendar day. The cause of the displeasure would be known but the effect of said displeasure would be unknown and considering Janet’s trademark of unpredictability; the waiting was a thrill! (Janet was the type who kept a few really good friends instead of numerous okay friends, thus there were only a few waiting.) And although unpredictable herself, Janet was drawn to her profession because of its black or white, predictable nature. In addition she practiced a routine lifestyle.

Living alone had more pros than cons for Janet. Pros being: everything can be done her way; she never had to compromise and no one complained about her food barren kitchenette. Preferring to house minimal food, her grocery shopping routine was that of four or five ten minute trips per week to Safeway. Those ten minutes consisted of there and back travel and check-out time. The phrases ‘minimal food’ and ‘food barren kitchenette’ bring up the image of empty cupboards and drawers but those phrases exclude beverages! Janet’s cupboards and drawers housed the only item she stocked up on: fruit-flavored bottled water a.k.a. what ran through her veins.

Next calendar day, pre-lunch; Janet administers an easy-to-medium test to both her morning math classes. Chiming lunch bells notify Janet her thirty minute lunch has begun. She travels to Safeway expecting a ten minute trip but to her displeasure this particular trip would be double that length. Her well-traveled path leads her to aisle three; home to water, flavored water and both available in individual bottles or gallon jugs, products.

to Safeway triggers her displeasure; her fruit-flavored bottled water has been discontinued. Post-lunch; Janet will administer a medium-to-difficult test to both her afternoon math classes.

Not done like bread in the oven; not finished like a test but rather still in progress.

Mother May I?

I am beyond excited to have children and whether or not they are my own or adopted, it makes no difference. I nurture all of those around me involuntary and I thrilled to do so 100% voluntary to children under my custody. I say ‘under my custody’ instead of ‘children of my own’ for I mentioned previously I am perfectly fine with adoption. I don’t have an ounce of reluctance to caring for and nurturing others so I guess I shouldn’t have said involuntary. I have a motherly nature; it’s my instinct. When I say instinct I think of wild animal mothers like lions, tigers and bears! How they are extremely protective of their offspring and if they feel their young are in danger their instinct is to kill those doing the endangering. I can say I have the instinct to protect others but I cannot say I have the instinct to kill those who are threatening. Really, it wouldn’t make sense for me to want to kill the ‘endangers’ for if it’s my instinct to nurture; I would want to protect and care for the endangering party. I guess that is the difference between me and wild animal mothers.

When I think about raising children, I am in awe of how my parents raised me. I consider myself to be a nice, wonderful girl and I have my parents to thank for that. And though that is arrogant of me to say, I do truly believe I turned out okay. I am almost eighteen years old, a.k.a. an adult, and though my parents will always be there I do in reality have to begin caring for and nurturing myself. I take care of myself well, I guess but some of the things I do I would not do to another person. (No sexual insinuation.) But what I mean is how I treat my body. On the original size Jamba Juice cup there is a quote or as they call it a Jambaism: Do unto your body as you wish it would do unto you. I don’t do that. I compulsively pick at my face and arms almost constantly. My mother has said to me “Would you pick at and scratch those you love?” I understand and agree with comment but I have minimal to zero self control.

Expect for stupid self-help books written by women and men who think they know about children, the common phrase “there isn’t a manual to raising kids” holds true. There is not a so-called manual to help you along step-by-step; unfortunately. Getting back to my parents and their superb job raising me; how they did do it so well? When pondering about my parents, my train of thought wanders to: how I am doing to raise my children? Yes, I will be a good mother or so I am told almost everyday but I did not raise the people around me from birth. I only take care of them part-time. I am so concerned I will accidentally mess up my children permanently and if I do, how do I fix it? I do not want to be the one who is responsible of the couch time they will

Not done like bread in the oven; not finished like a test but rather still in progress.

Philosophical, perhaps?

Beginning or End of the World

Though the words begin and end are opposites their connection to one another is undeniable. When something begins, something else ends (most likely what was before it). When something ends, something else begins. So the question becomes if the world ended what would come to be? What would come next? And concerning the beginning of the world, what ended when it started? What was before?

 

Wishful Thinking

I often engage in wishful thinking. Often can be equivalent to every day, every ten minutes or once a week. But for the average person I do believe often translates to every ten or so minutes. All persons recognize when something goes wrong and automatically one starts to think of how the said situation could have been perfect, much better or gone more in their favor. That is wishful thinking.

Daydreaming and wishful thinking are be interchangeable concepts for daydreaming is most commonly wishing of what you want; whatever you wish to be is played perfectly in ones mind. To dream is to wish.

Movie.

Finally finished the Transformers movie last night and I must admit it was a good one. I had started it many a week back when I was babysitting Drew and Joey.

Interruption: I have been babysitting for nearly 8 years and for the last 3 of them I have been watching Drew and Joey; two energetic elementary school boys.

I had started the movie with the boys one weekend night but due to bad time management we had started it too late. I was already pushing the bed-time envelope by letting them stay up; not by too terribly much but still, it’s the principle of the thing. Once it got to be thirty or so minutes after they were supposed to be slumbering, I used my better judgment and put the boys to bed. The downfall to this was I was unable to finished the movie, but over my many years I have found it’s not a good idea to be selfish when babysitting. In theory, I could have stayed up, finished the movie and powered down the TV, etc. but their entertainment system is beyond confusing involving two or three remotes, so I save myself the trouble.

So… until last light I was still wondering what happened to the awesome autobots! I went to David’s after school and finally finished my transformer movie adventure. I find that I often relate better to young kids concerning movies, TV shows and computer games.

Number One.

I feel so new age; creating a blog and at school, none the less.It’s Monday and previous to today was Sunday and Saturday; my weekend. Thus it seems appropriate to share the who, what, where, when and why of my weekend.

Interruption: Just heard and saw the word pseudo. Though its meaning is that of “trying to be something and failing but still trying” – such a cool word. Especially the spelling.

On Friday night I ventured to Government Camp with my church youth group for the annual winter retreat! The trip carried over to Saturday and the morning of Sunday. My cabin was five girls including me and two leaders: Marissa and Niki. Marissa and myself were already good friends previous to the retreat and I did not know Niki. Actually, I was in Marissa’s cabin last years retreat, too. Fun Fact: There are three ‘Brookes’ that regularly attend church; two leaders and myself. Inevitably confusion occurs. Once upon I don’t remember when, Marissa decided to start calling me ‘Fun Brooke’. In a nutshell we laugh together – a lot, so I assume/know my nickname spawned off that we always have fun together. It’s a nice compliment; rather flattering.

The other girls in my cabin were…
Linnea: has a fuzzy stuffed duck named Chance and likes to snowboard.
Bralee: Small girl, used to be a ballerina and likes to laugh.
Kelsey: Very funny and always has good hair.
Jordan: Similar to me and way awesome to hang out with.

And oh yes, the other leader, Niki! She was amazingly easy to talk to and fun to get to know.

I now find myself too lazy to describe the details of the retreat or the rest of my weekend. Just know it was enjoyable.