Irresistably Michael

I am now officially in love with the extremely talented Michael Buble. What brought about such a revelation? Along with 12,000 people last night, I had the lucky pleasure of spending 3 wonderful hours with a man I would probably have my children with (if he asked). No, I’m only joking (Michael, I love you!). Yes, that’s right. It only took 3 measly hours to turn me around from one of the most skeptical fans entering that massive arena, whom I must admit was almost willing to scalp the tickets last minute. My excuse was this: I was tired, I had just skipped another day of class (and was feeling as guilty as ever), and my boyfriend tired of driving (we came in from another city, about 1 1/2 hours away), was not looking forward to sitting through a concert that he was being forced into seeing. So, when I entered that arena I was not expecting much, and to my despair I was now being surrounded by a bunch of middle aged women (who were also dragging along their partners). Thankfully I found though, I was not alone. You see I had floor tickets, and from what I could see, the arena was segregated into those sections where those able to afford the closest, look up your nose tickets were the madly in love middle aged women, with the young ones left to their own screaming devices on the cheaper balcony seats. Now, I can’t really account for what happened next, or how I fell so madly in love. It could be that this was my first concert ever, and that I was getting excited, and invigorated by the thousands of people surrounding me. It could have been the flashing lights; the sounds. Whatever it was, I quickly became a sucker for the overpriced Michael Buble merchandise and used up almost $50 just to have Michael’s name splashed across my chest. That’s right folks. I was now becoming one of his newest groupies, and was ripe for the bra throwing. As luck had it, my boyfriend recognized the symptoms and held me back from changing into my groupie tee (and come on, I only had one bra with me, and it was my nicest one; I wasn’t that crazy). I was now ready to make myself into a fool.

My Crutch

I have a problem: I am a procrastinator. I wonder why I get this way sometimes. It happens randomly, and when it happens I am totally kicked to the ground; disabled until I finally recognize the symptoms. I am a product of my own making, however, and I recognize that it is all because of my actions. I sit and I wait. I do nothing until the last moment. Then I am overtaken with fear. Shouldn’t it all be different? Shouldn’t I have been able to make it this time? Well, no. Nothing can ever change if action is not taken. You are defeated before you even begin. The problem is, you promise yourself that you will be different but you actually never change.  You never change. You are all talk. You lie to yourself and to others, and then you wonder why you fail.

It sounds like such an arbitrary thing what I am talking about, but I feel that I am not achieving my full potential. Is it a lack of motivation, laziness, or is it just a continuous stream of self sabotage that I carry out every cycle? I am not quite sure. All I know, is that I have done it again. I have skipped 3 days worth of lectures, I completed none of the material from last week, and worst of all (and this is always my wake up call), I have skipped a lab. I have another lab on Thursday, which I have not prepared for yet. Lets hope I do something about it. That’s my problem, isn’t it? I’m hoping I will do something about it. If that’s not a cop out for blame, then I really don’t know what is. I mean, I’m going on as if there is no explanation for my own failure, as if I had no hand in it; it was all up to fate. I feel ridiculous that those words were ever written. How dumb can I be?

Note to self: Just do it now. Don’t wait. Whatever you were planning to carry out tomorrow, do it today.

Beautiful Wonder

I stumbled on an image that absolutely took my breath away. I wonder how life can afford such beautiful encounters, such wonders that may be explained but hardly believed. The image comes from the photography of Michael Klensch, of the Aurora Borealis over the Klondike highway which connects Alaska to Dawson City, in the Yukon. It reaffirms the connection and intrusion that humans may afford over nature and its beauty.

Here you have a breathtaking view of the Rocky Mountains and Aurora lights, disrupted by the human touch brought on by the paved highway. It not only disrupts the life of the species that inhabit the area, but also the nature which is now in a precarious position of being destroyed at the whim of humans who may or may not choose to take it over. This to me symbolizes the struggle between humans and nature. Or it could not. Perhaps I am over thinking it. Whatever this image is, it is at the very least wonderfully beautiful.

To all of those interested in more from this photographer, check out his portfolio at: http://photo.net/photodb/member-photos?user_id=2217284

The Randomness of My Thoughts

Ok. I do not promise that I am an insightful, smart, or amazing person, looking to open the world up to my eager eyes. I am merely using this as a forum for the random going ons of my world (and how I interpret them). I invite all to comment, and to teach me through your eyes what I may or may not be lacking in the wisdom department. I also invite any and all into my life, though I will not claim to be a very exciting person. Enjoy.