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Saturday, 11 July 2009

  • A meaningless post.

    Today:

    -Driving back to school town. Not for school stuff, however. Picking up Dive Equipment.

    -Tonight: Arena Football Game. I am so excited, I've never been to one of these before.

    -Later Tonight: Hanging out on Kat's family's big farm. Driving around 4 wheelers and annoying the cattle.

    Tomorrow:

    -Diving at the rock quarry!!

    -Visiting one of my best friends from school!


    The point? This is going to be an epic weekend. Not that any of you care. I'm just stoked for myself.

Friday, 10 July 2009

  • The other night while cleaning the kitchen with my youngest siblings I broke a clean mason jar. Go figure that I would be the one to do it, and not either one of them.

    For those of you that have never broken such a thing, let me just go ahead and inform you that they don't make them from shatterproof glass. I swept the floor for a few minutes, and to my irritation there were far too many shards to pick up by hand. I finally broke down and got the vacuum cleaner. I don't want people cutting their feet because of my clumsiness, you know?

    Now, summertime is in full swing, and so is that summer weather. Naturally, I was wearing a pair of shorts. So here I am, running the vacuum by my side when I suddenly felt a rush of warm air from the machine.

    My mind immediately traveled back to when I was just a little thing, standing next to the vacuum while Mum was using it (it should be duly noted that it was a much older vacuum and looks nothing like the one we have now) so that I could warm my feet. It was, to me, one of the most pleasant sources of warmth one could possibly ask for. I can still smell the scent of the hot vacuum bag that used to flood my nostrils. I probably impeded on Mum's progress a lot, as a put my feet and hands on the vacuum cleaner.

    When I came back to awareness of the kitchen, the warm gust grazing my leg, I wondered why I was so enraptured with remembering such a simple occurrence.

    I wonder sometimes if that over time, the reminders of my childhood will thin out. I certainly hadn't looked at an activated vacuum cleaner and thought about warming my toes. What if that's the case with a lot of things?

    Do I even need to remember my childhood all that much?

    Perhaps not.

    I'll be out for the next couple of days. I'm going for a dive.

Monday, 06 July 2009

  • To answer a frequent question...

    "Laryssa. I need to meet some women. What do I do?"

    I was thinking about it today. Why is it, that people are so stuck on this idea that the best place to pick up a woman is in a bar? I'm not even a guy, but a few months back I was talking to one of my guy friends about picking up women (for some reason he thought I might have some good ideas, and as far as I know he still hasn't gotten a lady, which goes to show how good my advice was), and even I was like, "I don't know, dude. Go out with some friends to a bar or something and when you see a cute one, flash a good smile and talk to her."

    Once again, today this whole concept was brought to my attention by another inquiring guy friend (No, I'm not secretly pondering how to pick up women for my own personal gains). Again, I said, "Bro, I don't dig women. I don't know how to mack on them either." To which he further inquired, "Okay. If you were meeting a guy, what would the ideal scenario be?"

    I realized then, that unless this guy in the bar was:

    A. At least in the Top 5 for the most beautiful man I'd ever seen,
    B. Wasn't originally at that bar to pick up on women (meaning we were interacting by sheer accident),
    C. Smart enough to compliment me on something like my laugh instead of some aspect of my physiognomy,

    I probably wouldn't take this guy very seriously for romantic potential.

    Now, I don't know what all the ladies dig. I'm just one in a world of too many. But if I had to think of some situations when it might be okay to say, "Sure, you can have my number," they would be something like one of these.

    1. We met through a mutual acquaintance/friend.

    Now, see, this makes sense to me. If someone I know leads me to this guy, I'll be more willing to give this guy the time of day than if some mack daddy came up to me and said, "Hey baby what's cookin'?" Plus, it'd be a good ice breaker, discussing how we both know so-and-so. Obviously, not all of the people I know have fabulous tastes, and obviously some of them may set me up with a real, ahem, ...loser?, but hey, most people that know me, like me. Meaning, they're not going to just send some bozo down my alley. So I'd rather take my chances with that and see how it works out, because it's not like guys routinely knock on my door or anything. So my suggestion to you men is get to know some more people, not necessarily just ladies. And they don't have to be your friend that you hang with all of the time either! The more of a circle you've got going, the more likely it is you're going to meet someone through an introduction or something. Get it?

    2. We met at some function/event.

    I know. I didn't get very specific with that term at all. But here's the thing: I know tons of people who meet at social functional organizational meeting stuff, and end up hitting it off. My Uncle and who is now my Aunt met at a Cross Country meet. My good friend met her guy at some volunteer project a few summers ago. The possibilities are endless. So here's the thing: Just because you don't have a date, or a bunch of friends to go out with, doesn't mean you need to sit at home and watch TV. Actually, that's a bad thing. Go do something you like to do. As long as you're out there, interacting with people, you're only keeping that window of opportunity open for the breeze to come in (yes, women can be nice breezes. They can also be monsoons, but we're not worried about that right now). Plus, if you do meet someone at one of these things, you'll obviously have some sort of common interest (dun dun dun!). I know I'd be stoked if someone met me at a Classical Music concert (and actually had the tactics to captivate my interest while I'm being serenaded and am not really receptive to much else anyway).

    3. He says, "Whoa, there must be something wrong with my cell phone, because your number is not in it."

    This one obviously has no real worldliness to it. It's just personal druthers. And this is my blog so I'm allowed to personalize. And for the record, it won't totally guarantee you a date (standards, I haz). But you'll definitely get my attention and a smile/laugh, which is a good start.


    SO! Let's recap:


    • The whole, "Oh, I need a woman. Maybe I should go out to the bar with friends tonight." :No.

    • "Yeah, that one guy at work that I've never really talked to? Maybe I'll say Hey tomorrow." :Yes. However, if the guy turns outs to be someone that would never pick out good women, don't get too friendly.

    • "I think that instead of going to the supermarket, I'm going to go to the Farmer's Market instead. It's an environment that's far more conducive to relaxed shopping and it will be much easier/appropriate to be sociable there." :Yeah, hey, how did you get so smart? Oh yeah, Laryssa taught you.

    • "Who is that delightfully intellectual, humorous, and good looking girl over there? Oh, that's Laryssa. I think I'm going to go talk to her." : A good idea, just know what you're getting into.

    The good news for all of you single men out there is that the economy is bad. So all the ladies are depressed and are ready to get themselves situated in relationships. If you're not really into a relationship kind of deal, just pretend you are, and that you have some money to spare, and it can work (kidding guys, kidding. Laryssa doesn't approve of that nonsense).

    I really don't know why people keep asking me this stuff. I'm not the expert on this stuff (nor am I a sexpert. Fortunately I don't get many questions about that, unless it's from my 9 year-old sister who recently got "the talk" from Mum, and now is realizing that there's a lot of sexual innuendo in movies and stuff that she never quite understood before). But here's what I gotz at 2 in the morning. Good luck.

    Oh em gee, Laryssa just made a post that dealt with DATING!! Is she sick?! (Probably. Well, not really. It makes a good excuse if no one likes this though)

Thursday, 02 July 2009

  • Built For Anything But This.

    It was the first day of practice and my running coach/biology teacher came up behind me unannounced, as was customary. I didn't turn around when he began,

    "You do realize you don't have the build for this, don't you?"

    I nodded, not looking directly at his face. I stared down the length of the track, watching heat radiate off the surface, the smell of hot rubber wafting into my nostrils.

    "You haven't trained for something like this."

    "Who's going to do it, then?" I demanded.

    "I can move you and the other girls around. One meet, you can run the 400 and the 800. Another, you can have the mile. The next, you'll have the two mile. And we'll just move people in and out of them like that."

    I shook my head. "No, sorry, coach." I was calling him coach now. I was selfish like that. When I didn't think I needed him, he was just my coach or teacher. "You know perfectly well that out of all three of us, I'm the only one that can actually pretend to compete in these races. Just let me do them, okay? I'll fill in for the mile and two mile if I have to, but I want these."

    He looked at me with scrutiny. "Why? You loved distance running. What's happened to you?"

    I smiled disdainfully, and looked at him silently. I need a place again. Distance running is a thing of the past.

    "Well. Go with the sprinters. You have to learn how to sprint."

    "Thanks."

    A few months later, the sun is beating down on me as I'm running my final race for the Regional Meet, and my High School Running Career: The 400 meter dash. A fast race. But the longest I've ever ran.

    When I think about it now, I think of Arthur in The Once and Future King, when he's pulling the sword from the stone and anvil, and images of all of his childhood friends appear around him, cheering me on. In my mind, I was thinking of any person possible that gave me support in some way. I had had The Mortal Kombat theme stuck in my head all morning, so that was occasionally breaking through as well. Which, kind of sucks, like, it could have been some really meaningful song "Battle We Have Won" or something, but no. It was some voice saying, "Liu Kang. Scorpion. Johnny Cage," over and over and over.

    Needless to say, I loved that song beforehand, but I love it more now.

    And here I am, keeping up on the balls of my feet. Completely different from distance running, when I was striking the ground with my heels. I watched the backs of the runners ahead of me. Catch them, Laryssa. Catch them dammit. The air was thick, I was hot, but the great thing about short distances (it was short to me after years of running mile after mile) was that I never quite had enough time to get tired. Knees higher, stay loose. Stay loose. Stay loose.

    I finished. And I didn't place where I wanted.

    "I told you, you're not built for this."

    We laughed.

    "So, basically, I sacrificed all of these points that could have been earned by another runner actually capable of running like this, for you. Did you at least find what you were looking for?"

    I shook my head.

    "I thought I'd do better. I thought I can make this event my own by excelling in it, and have my niche again."

    He clicked his tongue.

    "Laryssa, you're the student and athlete I think never have to take care of, the one that just needs to be told what to do, and you'll do it. But then you pull stuff like this, and then I'm once again reminded that every kid needs attended to in some way. Why did I get a degree in this?"

    We laugh again.

    "I thought you already knew, and that I wouldn't have to tell you: You're extraordinary for the efforts you've made. You trained for a couple of events that are alien to you.You filled in gaps for the team where no one else had the guts to step. I'm so proud of you."

    "Coach..."

    "It's Dad. I can be Dad when I'm not a crutch too."

    I smiled. 

    "Go pack up your bags so that we can get our trophy. We've won second in the region, baby."

    ---

    The only thing I miss about running track is him. And I hadn't quite trained for that.



Tuesday, 30 June 2009

  • This one time when I was younger, I got in a big fight with my brother. We were mad at each other for days because he called me some mean stuff and did all sorts of manipulative things just to set me over the edge. I responded in kind, and it just ended up being this gargantuan battle in which neither of use were really right anymore and we were making everyone else in the house miserable.

    I never thought I'd stop being mad at him. He never thought he'd stop being mad at me.

    But guess what, guys?

    We got over it!

    And now, we drink beers on the front porch at night (I even share my favorite kind) and he tells me stories about the things he did at the law firm that day and I tell him about how swimming went with my kids.

    Xanga, I'm not asking you all to hug each other and throw back some beers (although that'd be ideal). Just try to move along. Think about the other people in the house. I mean come on, even I outgrew it.

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-Don't let people affect me so much -Be the best kid I can be -Do my homework. -Graduate -Get some college money. -Get a job. -Sleep well.

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  • Laryssa
    @joeorsometimesjesus - Haha, well, you're actually catching me at kind of a bad time! I'm trying to get back into the swing of going to bed at a decent hour, for school and all. But I sure will let you know!
    • Posted 8/15/2008 10:17 PM
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  • joeorsometimesjesus
    I see one of your goals is to sleep well. Once you accomplish that, please do tell me what it is like.
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    Jenny! Dude, bra, dude..We so have to Blizzard Wizard as soon as I return home...And Yeah, I totally wanna come see Chobi-Wan! And go to Huntington. Hm...Well, I'm not old enough to get a job yet, but I can start getting money too..You know what? I think I will. And we'll go someplace magical
    • Posted 7/10/2006 6:41 PM
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  • the_waker
    LARYSSA!! Home fry, bling bling, pop a cap in your arse! What?