Sunday, March 21, 2010

Gigantic

I just remembered something very cool about my grandfather. We used to own a couple of villas by the beach, they were rather close to our home and my grandfather would get a whim and decide to spend a weekend there every few months or so. It was rather quiet, a private beach and the other occupants would visit less frequently than we did, many of which did not even have children my age. One way my grandfather and I would pass the time was by playing this game; he would start a story -usually about a princess, with a dragon or evil queen threatening her or sometimes keeping her hostage- then stop half way then have me finish it. There was an underlying expectation of the whole story to run smoothly, regardless of how complicated or fantastic he had started it and yet, I loved it, I felt quite challenged to entertain him and to come up with some unexpected twist or extraordinary ending.

That groove on my finger is quite prominent, especially now that it has become quite rare to find me not wearing my wedding band and engagement ring... the psychologist in me would also ask if there is an underlying reason as to why I have yet to change my name... the me in me would say "mind your own fucking business!" In the end, if you are around happy, especially that of children, a smile is easy and the rest of your life loves you back. Oh how I wish this would be permanent... still a pessimist?


... a big, big love!

Monday, August 31, 2009

Today...

Since it has been almost an impossibility for me to keep up with ANY blog, much less this one I just recently started, I figured that when I do come around to this side of the internet, maybe a series of random questions should get the ball rolling. In essence, it is all a matter of managing my twenty-four hours in order to fit both hard work and simple pleasures... not working! So, let's see how long this will last, or the frequency of these posts...

Scale from 1 to 10, where does the day rate?
Not an easy question, actually, and this is why... from wake up to taking female child to school: 8 (male baby has cold). From picking her up to early afternoon: 5 (female child goes to time-out three times, male baby refuses to miss Law & Order and thus skipping nap). Throughout the evening: 9 (finished homework, both children asleep, managed to write).

Met anyone new?
Yes, unfriendly mom of daughter's fellow student... while it may be difficult to stay socially positive in the face of outward disdain, I am determined to show the kids there are still good and personable people in the world.

Gem of the day:
Got a perfect score in my Introduction to Film class!

As a side note, I have become quite aware of the turn television and news organizations in general have taken in order to get paid. There is not much left to do but wait to realize how much older I have become... older than the idealistic 22 year old that promised to never agree with a single republican, not matter how much they make sense. Thank you, Dr. Ron Paul!

Sunday, August 9, 2009

TV is good, freedom is better!

It has been almost one week since Euna Lee and Laura Ling came home and yet, every documentary, every story they have ever created or participated in has been shown, 24 hours a day, on my favorite channel second to IFC, current TV. My complaint is not about over-saturation, I have an issue with tearing up every time they speak of them and their ordeal. Do "political miracles" exist? Because I believe something extraordinary has happened here, such a true and pure example of diplomacy and I do not much care if I sound naive and idealistic. I continue to revel in the thought that such a world, or even just a group of people living as such, could exist in my lifetime. Welcome home, Laura & Euna!

Inside the house? Quiet, waiting for school and children keep growing, those of you with teenagers can keep all you know to yourselves... I am thinking there is a reason for everything.

I am becoming concern, does psychology=cynicism? If we are less inclined to believe someone's story, does it mean that the next one may be able to hide it a bit better? My understanding of mental health is that, just like physical health, finding out what ails you is the first step towards recovery.... then again, what do I know? I'm only a second-year student still taking freaking film!

Friday, August 7, 2009

Talk to me, I'm on the couch!

We do twitter, we do facebook. We talk to our friends through texting and email is the standard form of eventual communication. I am one of those to tell the world (including @johncmayer, whom I, of course, follow) if I'm sitting on the couch, started film class, or whether the kids are eating and for what? Shouting at the top of your lungs, standing in front of your house, what you are about to do within the next few minutes, seems like a ridiculous idea... then how is it that doing the same electronically makes way more sense? I wonder if the same part of our brains that came up with reality television allows our culture to introduce such plastic openness into our everyday as we once did coliqual abbreviations... the same ones we use to "keep things simple" as we refuse to speak to one another, even romance the concepts of conversation.

My name is Mills and I am a psychology student. Period. Ready to take on Scientology, "space operas," modern horror films, homophobia AND gay republicans, bad parents and those who refuse to make mistakes, slurpee knock-offs, conservative democrats, mtv, ignorance of socialism, internet buddhists, bacon-eating vegetarians, self-hating americans and patriotic ignorance, birthers, and anyone who doesn't get that "911 is a joke"!