Who would I Be?

Today I was asked an interesting question. “If you could be any superhero, who would you be?”

I found this question interesting because in essence it asked, “Who would you be?”  At first the obvious generic answers flashed through my mind: Wonderwoman, Catwoman, Mystique, Storm, Black Widow; the heroes that everyone has come to know through the media. But as I thought about it, I began to realize that even if I had their superpowers, would I really want to be them? Would I want their personality instead of my own? Would I want their past, their memories? The more I pondered the question, the more apparent my answer became. If I could be any superhero, I would be myself. I don’t want someone else’s reasons for fighting evil. I wouldn’t want some else’s origins, or memories. Just like Batman’s identity stemmed from an event in his childhood, I would want my super identity to come from something within me; something in my personality unique only to me, and no one else.

My answer raised a few eyebrows. Everyone else who was involved in the conversation had given answers such as Wolverine, Flash, Hawkeye, Captain America, Spiderman, and Quicksilver; obvious answers that told me that they hadn’t truly understood the question.  I was asked why I had chosen that answer. Why, if I could have any superpower, would I choose to be regular old me? But then I stated that the question had not been “If you could have any superpower, what would it be?” but “If you could be any superhero, who would you be?”  The question implied that I had to choose the identity of another individual, which after some thought, was something I did not want to do.  I did not however say that if I could have any superpower, I didn’t want one.

If I could be a superhero, I would be myself- only super of course. I wouldn't want all the powers of many of the famous heroes such as super strength, super speed, and laser vision. I wouldn't need them. If I could have any superpower, I would choose the power to control the five elements: Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit. Super speed would be useless if I had the power to control Earth; in order to be super fast, you need something to run on. If you were to start to run, and I opened a chasm beneath you, no matter how fast you are, it would only be a matter of time before gravity took over, and you would be no more.  I would not need telekinetic powers if I controlled Air. I could use air pressure and wind to lift and move things at my will, and as for reading minds, I have no desire to know what’s going on in other people’s brains.  Fire, despite its destructive qualities can be a very useful tool when it comes to building and creating things. In the event of a military attack, there would be no need for countless people to die in defense. My ability to control Fire would not only eliminate the need for weapons and bombs, but paired with Earth would also be able to effectively eliminate entire troops of the enemy. Battleships would never make it near shore with my control of Water, if I so chose, I could sink them, or I could simply use water current to reroute them until they ran out of supplies and were forced to return to their own countries. Attacks from the air would also be as easy to prevent. There would never be a shortage of fresh produce, the ability to persuade Earth to grow orchards in seconds would make certain of that.  With the power to control wind, I would make sure there is plenty of wind for turbines to harvest energy, and in the case of a power shortage, a quick burst of lightning would instantly repower the city. And as for the Spirit element, I have no idea what it could be used for, but I am sure it would be both beautiful and deadly.

I would be a superhero without equal, but I wouldn’t abuse my powers. I have no interest in ruling over people, or being in command. I don’t want people to do my bidding, and the pressure of making decisions for the wellbeing of a nation would be far too stressful. I wouldn't want to be too well known, I wouldn't want people to worship the ground I walk on- or fly over, and heaven forbid I became anyone’s role model. I would just do what I know is required of every super hero: aid in the prevention of crime, and national security. I suppose like every other super hero, there would be a nemesis. A villain who never ceases to return no matter how many times I defeat them, someone who constantly creates havoc just to spite me. We would fight. They would be spectacular battles raging from one end of the city to the other, from dusk ‘til dawn, until my enemy was defeated for the time being.

I would have a costume of course; a black leather suit with my symbol emblazoned across the chest, a black cape, and boots. My name would be simply Element. The name the source of my identity and my power. And though I would be super, I would be me.

C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed hot_tunes♪♫

Life and Spaghetti

Life is like a plate of spaghetti.  You spend all this time trying to figure out the twists and turns, all the tangles and knots of the noodles, and every once in a while you find a meatball. And it’s delicious, good times- times when the perfect opportunity presents itself just for you. When the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and the noodles are coated with the perfect mixture of butter, garlic, oregano, and basil. When you bite down on the meatball and it’s even more flavorful than you expected. But then it’s gone and you have to tackle the noodles and hard times once again. During those difficult noodle struggles it’s easy to just give up; drop your fork, stick your face in and just slurp. But then, whether or not you find a meatball, you end up in a stickier, messier situation then you were in the first place.

It’s hard to stay positive through those times.  To remind yourself that there is a meatball, a good time, an opportunity, around the next bend. This is the predicament I often find myself in; trying to keep my head up even though I know that it’s going to take me several turns to locate my meatball. Knowing that no matter whether or not I put down my fork, the chances that I’m going to find an opportunity are slim. Sometimes, I forget what it even felt like to taste a good moment.  Sometimes, I feel like the only thing left to do is to set down my fork and throw the entire plate of spaghetti in the trash. Give up completely, abandon the entire meal, and never pick up a fork again. Those are the times when even the delicious flavor of the noodles and spices cannot distract me from the fact that my life has become a hopeless tangle of knots and dead ends.

 But then I tell myself that, yes, even though these times are difficult, and it seems like there’s nothing else I can do, I’ve made it through situations just as tough and tangled as this one, and there’s no reason why I can’t do the same again. That even though my meatball may be countless noodles away, there is no reason why I can’t enjoy a forkful of perfectly coiled up flavorful spaghetti. I can make something good out of these tough times. They are a good opportunity for me to learn how to handle the kinks that are sure to come in the future. Those knots help me to realize that life is not all meatballs and good times (Honestly if it was, it would be really boring).

Through the noodles of life, sometimes it feels like I’m the only one struggling; like I’m the only one who hasn’t found a meatball. But no matter how much I feel that to be true, I know it’s not. That is a very selfish outlook on life, yet unfortunately it’s one I choose to view time and time again. Even looking outside my bedroom door, I see people who have spent years and years searching for their meatball; sometimes even managing to touch it with the tip of their fork before it rolls back into the twists and turns once again leaving nothing but a sense of hopelessness and frustration. These are the people who, if they were like me, would throw down their fork, and never pick it up again. But instead, again and again, they set aside the search for their meatball, in order to help others find theirs. Selflessly, they bear the knots in silence, in order to loosen the tangles in the plates of others. They help me realize that even though it might be tough at times, I love life. Life is beautiful. Life is ugly. Life is happiness. Life is pain. Why should that mean it’s not worth living?  Even though it can be difficult to eat, who doesn’t enjoy a plate of spaghetti?

 

Life is like a plate of spaghetti. It can be good. It can be bad. There are those instances when you want to dance around singing in a horrible fake Italian accent because you just tasted the perfect combination of sauce, spices, and noodles. Times where you feel things couldn’t get any better, and you’re truly happy. Then there are those times when a snarl you never expected throws itself in your path, and you want to give up and throw the entire dish down the disposal. But that’s the great thing about life. It’s a mystery. It is full of the unexpected.  It’s neither all good, nor all bad. It just is.

Hot... or NOT!!

Well I've only been off campus for a few days, and I gotta say, it is Not what I thought it would be. I'm in the exact place I was in last summer, and I am bored as hell.
I thought I was gonna get the whole summer hookup thing started or something with this dude I met on Hot or Not (sketchy, I know, but he seemed legit.) We chatted on Facebook for a while, and he seemed like a sweet -if not hella sexy- guy. But then I got a friend request from some creepy weird dude from Somewheresville California. I deleted the request, I mean, I had never met the guy, and I had already stretched my limits with cute Hot or Not dude. Well, then Hot dude proceeded to tell me what he had been lying to me the entire time. Both the Hot or Not account and the Facebook profile were fake, and he looked nothing like the person in his profile picture. So even though I was now officially weirded out, I asked him what he looked like, because I was curious. It turns out, the creepy dude from Somewheresville California was him! To make things even creepier, he's also a 20-something year old truck driver, and he was in town looking for me!!
I know, I know. You're probably all sitting there thinking, "Well what did she expect, she met this dude on the internet." Well in my defense, I've met someone on Hot or Not before, and he and I actually became pretty good friends. So when "Hot" dude friended, me, I didn't think too much of it. But its whatever right? I'm actually enjoying the single life right now.
Also, an update on the Summer Bucket List. I said in an earlier post, that I hooked up with someone and that I wasn't quite sure it counted, but a few days later,  I had a really, Really, REALLY unexpected occurrence with a friend of mine. We were hanging out in one of the piano practice rooms, playing some music, and talking like we usually do. We were sitting side by side on the piano bench, when all of a sudden he turned and put his arms around me. Up until this point, I wasn't even aware he was interested in me as more than a friend, so I was a little surprised, but I just went with it. Well we sat like that and talked for a while, then suddenly he stood up, and pulled me up against him and, well, one thing led to another, and the next thing I knew, we were going at it on the piano bench. Anyway, later he came over and helped me clean out my dorm room and we hooked up again. He left after that, and that was that. But we did make out in a public venue, so I can now say I have successfully crossed that challenge off the list.
Now, I'm on the job hunt (again) and I just hope I end up doing something I actually know how to do. Last summer, I worked at an auto parts shop, and since I know nothing about cars, It was fairly miserable. Basically, my plan is to get a job, find a less boring place to crash, and find someone to have fun with on my days off. If I can achieve all that, I can honestly say, my summer was a success, whether or not I complete the List.
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the Sysyem.
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Getting Things Done

I've been dreading the moment when I'll have to say goodbye to all the wonderful and amazing friends I have made this year. Every time I start to think about it, I get teary eyed, which is weird because I almost never cry. We've had some CRAZY experiences together, and to think that I'll have to say goodbye to them possibly forever is just painful. I think this is one of the most difficult, memorable, and crazy years I've ever had, and saying goodbye to it is tough. But on the other hand, I am looking forward to this summer, and the new opportunities I will be able to experience.
On a lighter note, I have completed a few more tasks on the Summer Bucket List.

• Eat a lemon without sugar
• Play a card game
• Make something out of duct tape
• Hook up with someone 
• Make out with said hookup in a public venue

Basically, I'm just doing the really generic easy things first. I suppose it would have been more difficult if I had to complete the list in order, since the first item is Learn how to do a triple backflip.

Here's a really bad picture of me attempting to eat the lemon, taken by my friend Laurel in my dorm room. I'm just gonna say, that even though I am a hardcore lemonade addict, I do NOT like lemons plain. It's like eating pure acid. Ugggghhhh.

Some of my friends and I got together, and played Phase 10 on the beach yesterday, so that counts as a card game. Even though I lost pretty miserably, it was great getting to spend some time in the sun, and relax by the water. Unfortunately I don't have photo evidence, but it's just a card game, so I don't think it's that hard to believe

Also last night, I made a duct tape flower which I am pretty proud of. I used duct tape and a bobby pin, and besides the lemon, it was definitely the most difficult task I had to achieve so far on the list.

I am also happy, because even though the whole sleepover/hookup thing didn't work out, I did end up getting laid for the last time this semester, by one of my old hookups. Which totally counts as my hookup, and I made out with him on a college campus, which is a public venue. I do not have photo evidence of that either, because I think it would be highly inappropriate, but it was a pretty fun experience. So after I say my goodbyes, I can start my epic summer with no regrets. :)


C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Achievements...? Probably Not

Well, this is going to be one hell of an interesting and challenging summer. So far, I have only completed two of the items on the list.

• Make paper boats, and float them somewhere outside
• Build a blanket fort

I did the paper boats thing last night in the lake off campus. It was raining, and it was kinda sketchy because this random guy was down there watching me do it, and I felt like a total wierdo. It was dark, so you'll have to take my word for it; I don't have photo proof of me floating the boats. But it's not like it's something really difficult to do, so it is pretty believable. 

I'm actually not quite sure if my blanket fort thing actually counted, because it was really just some sheets tacked over the entrance of my dorm room. Several people have told me that it does count, but I think I'll have to redo it. Basically, me and my friend Syd decided to have a sleepover/hookup with a couple of guys, so we redid my dorm common room to lok like we had been roommates, so we didn't appear desperate or something. But then one of the guys backed out so I was the third wheel, so because I was kinda bummed out about it, I went and drank like 8 shots of whiskey, which for me isn't that much, but I hadn't eaten anything but a handful of tortilla chips that day, I got totally wasted, and threw up everywhere. Definitely not my finest moment. Anyway I laid beside the toilet and listened to them get it on, and basically had a fairly miserable night. So, since the whole blanket fort was iffy, and I ended up smashed, I think I might have to repeat that one.

Hopefully my other attempts are a little more successful.

C'est La Vie.

Viva La Vida.

And Fuck the System.

Peace.

Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Mother's Day

I am a self proclaimed orphan, so I have no mother to celebrate, so here's to all the mothers who sacrifice so much for children, their own or otherwise. Here's to those mothers who starve so their children can eat. Those moms who work two jobs so their children can get an education. And even those stay at home moms, the ones who spend so much time with their kids, giving them love, and watching them grow.
To all of you amazing and selfless women, I just want to say thank you, because without motherly love, this world would be extreme chaos.  I hope you have an amazing mother's day, and that your children give you the love you deserve.
Happy Mother's Day!


C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Diamonds Are Not My Best Friend

Everyone has heard the saying "Diamonds are a girls best friend".
Diamonds are great and all, but come on, there are so many things I can think of that I'd rather get from a man than some diamond earrings which might get lost or stolen or whatever. I mean yes, I love diamonds (Who doesn't?) and if a guy bought me a diamond necklace, then yes I would love it dearly. But honestly, if you show up at my door with a box of stuffed crust cheese pizza, I will seriously love you forever. I don't need to be bought; its actually a huge turnoff for me when a man tries to buy my affection with money or things. To be honest, I'm not really a materialistic girl. I don't want him to take me out to a fancy restaurant, nor do I want to have to order things I can barely pronounce, let alone swallow. I'd much rather we just cuddled together on the couch at his place or mine, eating pizza and watching a movie. That way I don't have to spend half my paycheck on a dress for the occasion, and it's much easier to hook up if we're already on a couch. I don't want to spend the weekend at a luxury hotel in a room that countless people have been in, doing who knows what. I don't want to have to worry if the people in the room next to us think we're too loud. Instead, I'd rather just crash at his place or mine, I'll serve him breakfast in bed (because seriously, even if the bacon is too crispy, it's way sweeter than paying for room service), and when we hook up, I can be as loud as I want to because I know his neighbors, and I know mine, and they don't give two tacos about what's going on in the house next to theirs.  I don't want him to buy me expensive orchids, or cali-lilies; if he simply must buy me flowers, it should be the three dollar bouquet of roses from the shelf at Walmart, and instead of a generic card, scribble a few heartfelt words on a sheet of notebook paper. The cut flowers are going to die anyway.
I like things that are heartfelt and sincere. I'd rather he spend an hour trying to figure out the instructions on a box Kraft macaroni and cheese, instead of paying big bucks for me to attempt to eat Rhône-Alpes and Escargots.  Sleeping in a hotel makes me feel like there's something at his place he's trying to hide, and I always get creeped out thinking about how many people have slept in that bed before me. I would much rather have a handful of daisies he secretly picked at the local park even though he knew he wasn't supposed to, than a generic flower bouquet that the woman working at the flower shop assured him I would love. I'd rather walk hand in hand at a local park eating ice cream cones that cost a dollar, than sit on the balcony of some prestigious venue being served creme brulé.  I don't want him to buy costly tickets for us to see an opera, sung in some language neither of us understands, during which we'll both sit bored out of our minds waiting until we can rip off our uncomfortable formal clothes and begin the actual date. I'd much rather cuddle in bed watching a movie we both love, with no clothes to worry about in the first place.
It's not that I don't appreciate the thought behind whatever ridiculously pricey thing he does. I mean if he takes me to a five star hotel for the weekend, maybe he thinks his place isn't good enough for me. Maybe he wants to pamper me in a way he thinks I would want to be. Maybe he thinks that I would rather eat some fancy french food than the slightly burnt spaghetti at his house. If a guy does do some horribly expensive generic gesture for me,  I do appreciate it. But I always let him know that it's not necessary.
I don't want diamonds. I just want him.

C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫