Dedication to Katherine Marie Lunt

Oh how I love my sibby. Sure, she may get on my nerves sometimes and freak out when there is no need to freak out. She may try to be like me too much (who doesn’t?!) : ), and try to beat me at things, unsuccessfully I might add. But she’s my sister and ya gotta love them right?! Actually though, I couldn’t live without her. She’s my best friend and a lot like me, even though we don’t like to admit it. Plus, who doesn’t love having that twin ESP thing we have. It’s great! Especially when it comes to playing Cranium and Password. So, I know my sibby is having a stressful and hard time this week and pretty much for about the past ..god..who knows..So this entry is for you dear sibby. Just a little dedication…to hopefully make you feel better. You know I love you just the way you are. (appropriate Billy Joel)

Silly Katherine conversations:

Katherine (holding up a red white chocolate hug and a silver white chocolate hug): Which one is male and while one is female?
Me (with a very confused look on my face): what…?
Katherine: just do it
Me: the silver one is male and the red one is silver
Katherine: which one is odd and which one is even?
Me (looking at her like she is crazy): the silver one is odd and the red one is even
Katherine (not taking into effect that chocolate hugs do not have genders or odd/even sides): hm…that’s the opposite of what I would say.

Katherine (this time holding a bottle of dust remover and a bottle of water): Which one is male and which one is female?
Me (tired of this game and convinced my sister is nuts): the duster is male and the water is female
Katherine (obviously enjoying herself): hm…me too!

Me: Have you ever heard of John spelled Gion?
K: No. That’s not John.
Me: Yes it is. That’s his name.
K: Who?
Me: My professor
K: Not ah. That’s not it. His name’s not John.
Me: um…I think he would know Katherine..

Scene: Me and Katherine are sitting at our computers talking to people on aim. It’s quiet. Katherine starts to laugh.
Katherine: I crack myself up. I’m talking to Brian about how good I am at saving money and he said “I’m glad you understand the value of a dollar”. And I said “yes I do..100 pennies.” Isn’t that funny. (continues to laugh). Get it??! (more laughing)

Favorite pictures of me and K

Isn't she pretty!!! Well, I hope you feel cheerier Katherine. You know I don't like to see you sad.

TAG I'm It

7 Interesting things about me...or not so interesting...depending on who you are and what you find interesting...anywhen...here it goes..enjoy!

1. I got hit by a fair ride when I was 3- It was at the Loudonville Street Fair and I wanted to ride the big kid ride I guess. My mother was talking and I took advantage of the situation, got out of my wagon, and crawled under the gate to the ride. I stood up and got hit by it and then I guess I hadn’t had enough so I stood up again and this time I stayed down after the hit. (I was a total smarty at age 3) So, I got rushed to the hospital but I didn’t break any bones, or have to have stitches. My face was just all black and blue and really sick looking. Crazy huh?! I guess I’m just lucky.

2. My dream car is a Mini- Cooper- It’s not too expensive so I could totally pull it off. When I’m older and have a steady job though of course. I mean it’s the perfect car for me! Small car for a small person. I just need to learn how to drive stick first. Minor details. lol

3. I’m a very indecisive person- I hate making decisions. When it comes to ANYTHING! It’s ridiculous as times!

4. I can’t whistle- I used to know how. In fact, I remember the exact moment I whistled for the first time. I was in kindergarten carrying a basket of laundry into my mom and dad’s room and I whistled. But somewhere along the way I forgot how and now, I am completely hopeless. It’s really rather sad.

5. I can make my tongue tough the tip of my nose- without cheating! Actually not many people as you’d think can do this. I don’t have an extra long tongue or anything either so don’t start thinking that I’m weird or something. Anywhen…I think it’s pretty impressive..lol

6. I’m studying abroad in Greece Fall Semester of next year and I am SO excited!- From September 20- December 14 I will be having the time of my life!! I’ll also travel to other countries too. My list so far (I’m sure I won’t get to all of them) is Egypt, France, Rome, Italy, Prague, England, Ireland, Switzerland, and Germany. Oh…the sights I will see…the experiences I will have…aren’t you jealous!!

7. I giggle- all the time really. It’s really a subconscious thing…I don’t even realize I do it. Most of the time I giggle when something isn’t even funny. I giggle after I say something, after someone else says something. I don’t know why…it just happens okay. Anywhen, most people recognize it as a “Marissa- thing” and find it normal..but I’m sure it gets annoying…sorry guys. So, if there’s a day I’m not giggling..I’m probably not in a great mood. FYI

Valentine's Dedication

Well… yesterday was Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t anything special really. For me at least. Actually, compared to the pasts two Valentine’s Days it was quite nice. And ironically I had boyfriends the past two Valentine’s and they still sucked worse than this year. Funny how that turns out. Anywhen…since I didn’t really do anything for Valentine’s Day and therefore have no stories to tell I am dedicating this entry to some random Valentine stuff…very random I might add…ENJOY!

10 of Most Romantic Movie Characters (in no order)
1. Lloyd Doubler from Say Anything- come on… that radio scene…classic!!
2. Andrew Hennings from Sweet Home Alabama- the rose petals, the engagement…need I say more?
3. Wesley from The Princess Bride- “as you wish”
4. Mark from Love Actually- the scene where he has cards to tell Kiera Knightly that he loves her…aw..
5. Alex Hitchins from Hitch- everything he does is perfect…more guys should put in the effort
6. Linus Larabee from Sabrina- sure he may be slightly older…but he’s so smooth. and who can resist Humphrey Bogart?
7. Christian from Moulin Rouge- soo in love with Satine…that’s sweet
8. Noah Calhoun from The Notebook- come on…he built a freaking house with a room for Allie
9. Landon Carter from A Walk to Remember (I do realize that these past two are Nicholas Sparks books…but although I’m not a fan he does make them romantic)- the fact that he helps Jamie fulfill things that she wants to do before she dies is romantic I think..
10. Henry Roth from Fifty First Dates- he got Lucy to fall in love with him over and over again …every day. Plus, he wrote a song for her…

Characters I Am Strangely Attracted To
~ Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean
~ Hannibal King from Blade Trinity
~ Han Solo from Star Wars (if you didn’t know what he is from I’m very disappointed)
~ Wesley from The Princess Bride
~ Bret Maverick from Maverick
~ Noah Calhoun from The Notebook
~ Zach Morris from Saved by the Bell (don’t judge me)

Men I Wish Were My Valentine
Ryan Reynolds- ANY TIME!!!
Ryan Gosling
Joseph Fiennes
Mark Wahlberg- ANY TIME!!!
Matt Damon
Johnny Depp- especially in Pirates
Jake Gyllenhaal
Hugh Dancy
Patrick Dempsey
Leonardo Dicaprio- mainly just in The Departed
Brad Pitt- FIGHT CLUB!!!! THOSE ABS!!!
Channing Tatum
Thomas Jane- only in The Punisher
Oliver Hudson
Adam Brody
Bradley Cooper
Hugh Jackman- mainly in Someone Like You
Joshua Jackson- once again…don’t judge…

10 Romantic Songs that I LOVE
1. Oh! Darling- Beatles
2. Have I Told You Lately That I Love You- Van Morrison
3. 500 Miles- The Proclaimers
4. Wild, Wild Horses- The Rolling Stones
5. The Way You Look Tonight- Tony Bennett version
6. Make You Feel My Love- Bob Dylan
7. She’s Got A Way- Billy Joel
8. I Wanna Grow Old With You- Adam Sandler
9. You’re My Best Friend- Queen
10. Time In A Bottle- Jim Croce

5 Things I Wish I Had Gotten For Valentine's Day
1. White Lilies
2. Concert tickets to see Billy Joel in April
3. Any form of Chocolate...besides White
4. a ring
5. a kiss

10 Romantic Ways To Propose...I saw this when I was checking my email and thought most of them were pretty darn romantic...
http://lifestyle.msn.com/Relationships/CouplesandMarriage/Articletkt.aspx?cp-documentid=1393602>1=9108&wa=wsignin1.0

So, if you have never seen some of these characters or actors…you should! If you are a girl you will enjoy them because they are very pleasing on the eye. And if you are a guy then take notes....Also, listen to those songs…they’re fabulous!!!

Which Brings Me To My Next Point

I love snow just as much as the next person. Trust me…I really LOVE snow. If you don’t believe me just scroll down and read the entry entitled Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let it Snow. It says it all. But what I do not like is this slushy snow or really bad ice. I mean, it is amazingly ridiculous how many times I have slipped and almost fallen down in the past few weeks. I do it just about five times a day I swear. It’s not cool. I haven’t actually fallen yet, just looked really stupid. But I know I will eventually…it’s bound to happen with those odds. Especially since I have NO traction on my shoes WHATSOEVER. (Sorry for all the capital words but I have to get the point across somehow) Which brings me to my next point…

I need new tennis shoes for multiple reasons. They have no traction on them of course which makes it difficult to walk thirty feet without slipping. Also hard to work out at the Rec because I can’t even do a simple plank or keep my balance on the ball when I have no traction. Another thing is that my tennis shoes have this mesh material around the toes that is kind of see through. My socks can be seen through, which means that if it is raining or snowing or if there is slush everywhere you can bet my little sockies will get wet. That they do. It gets really frustrating, not to mention unpleasant to walk in. I do realize that I bought them so it is my own fault if they have this mesh, but to be honest I just didn’t think about it being a problem when I bought them. I saw them, fell in love with them, because they are green and SWEET, and bought them. And really…I don’t regret it. But they are just getting too old. I’ve gotten good use out of them!! But it’s time for a new pair. I have had them for a while. I got them almost a year and a half ago. Actually it will be exactly a year and half on Feb. 20. Which brings me to my next point…

I have been blessed with an AMAZING (there goes the capital words again) memory. Seriously…it astounds me sometimes. Not only can I memorize pages and pages and pages and more pages of school notes. Flashback to Mr. Stoners World History class, Biology I, Biology II, and of course who could forget how crazy I was in Government. I could literally sit there and say all my notes practically word for word in order and if you are wondering…it totally paid off. All A’s! J But my talents do not stop there…I have a specific memory too. For instance I remember so many things from my childhood, specific memories. My mom tells me that I should start writing memories down because I won’t remember them when I’m older but I honestly think that I will never forget any of them. Like, I was in kindergarten when I lived in Columbus and I remember everything from living there. My home, everyone on my street, even all the houses house plans. I remember my teacher, my classes, I even remember my old phone number. (876-6372) I think that’s a lot to remember from Kindergarten. Also, my sister and I will hear a song or be watching a movie and we will remember the exact moment we first heard the song or saw the movie and who we were with and where we were. I'd say that's pretty cool.

I am especially gifted at remembering dates too, which is how I remembered when I got my shoes…because it was two days before I started my freshman year of college. March 27, 1998- the day I got my braces on in 5th grade. June 9, 2003- my first kiss. November 4, 2003- day I got my drivers license Junior Year. I remember the dates I’ve started relationships with guys and of course the dates we’ve broken up. (which is really a curse if you ask me) I remember people’s birthdays. If you are a close friend or family member of mine I probably know your birthday. (Sorry for the unnecessary detail. Just trying to prove my point) Amy- April 8, Ashley- May 28, Beth- November 4, Tiffani- October 3, Twila- Jan. 20, Brittany- Feb. 25, Josh- Jan. 8, Will- March 7, Brandon- May 21, Katherine- May 6. Mine- MAY 6 !!!! Which brings me to my next point…

It’s less than three months till my birthday!!! YEA!!! I know there is no need to really get excited three months ahead. But I’m going to anyway. lol. My birthday mean I will no longer be a teenager. The big 2-0. I will be two decades old. A score old. (thank you President Lincoln for allowing me to know how long a score is.) Everyone should be excited for their birthdays. It’s a special day!! I always try to make people’s birthdays special. And I’m not trying to be greedy…but who doesn’t love birthdays when presents are associated?! So, since my birthday is relatively close I can start thinking about what I want, besides new tennis shoes of course. lol. The main thing I saw that made me start thinking about other presents I might like is this book I came across. It’s called No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog. Wouldn’t that be great?!! My blog could be filled with neat, interesting stuff instead of just random thoughts that ran through my head while walking back from Anthropology this morning. I am sorry that I do not have the book already.

My Angry Vagina

A dedication to The Vagina Monologues. Playing this weekend at Miami University!! This one is not my monologue..but I think it's the best one. Enjoy!

My vagina's angry. It is. It's pissed off. My vagina's furious and it needs to talk. It needs to talk about all this shit. It needs to talk to you. I mean what's the deal — an army of people out there thinking up ways to torture my poor-ass, gentle loving vagina. Spending their days constructing psycho products, and nasty ideas to undermine my pussy. Vagina Motherfuckers.

All this shit they're constantly trying to shove up us, clean us up — stuff us up, make it go away. Well, my vagina's not going away. It's pissed off and it's staying right here. Like tampons — what the hell is that? A wad of dry fucking cotton stuffed up there. Why can't they find a way to subtly lubricate the tampon? As soon as my vagina sees it, it goes into shock. It says forget it. It closes up. You need to work with the vagina, introduce it to things, prepare the way. That's what foreplay's all about. You got to convince my vagina, seduce my vagina, engage my vagina's trust. You can't do that with a dry wad of fucking cotton.

Stop shoving things up me. Stop shoving and stop cleaning it up. My vagina doesn't need to be cleaned up. It smells good already. Don't try to decorate. Don't believe him when he tells you it smells like rose petals when it's supposed to smell like pussy. That's what they're doing, trying to clean it up, make it smell like bathroom spray or a garden. All those douche sprays, floral, berry, rain. I don't want my pussy to smell like berries or rain. All cleaned up like washing a fish after you cook it. I want to taste the fish. That's why I ordered it.

Then there's those exams. Who thought them up? There's got to be a better way to do those exams. Why the scary paper dress that scratches your tits and crunches when you lie down so you feel like a wad of paper someone threw away? Why the rubber gloves? Why the flashlight all up there like Nancy Drew working against gravity, why the Nazi steel stirrups, the mean cold duck lips they shove inside you? What's that? My vagina's angry about those visits. It gets defended weeks in advance. It won't go out of the house. Then you get there. Don't you hate that? "Scoot down. Relax your vagina." Why? So you can shove mean cold duck lips inside it. I don't think so.

Why can't they find some nice delicious purple velvet and wrap it around me, lay me down on some feathery cotton spread, put on some nice friendly pink or blue gloves, and rest my feet in some fur covered stirrups? Warm up the duck lips. Work with my vagina.

But no, more tortures — dry wad of fucking cotton, cold duck lips, and thong underwear. That's the worst. Thong underwear. Who thought that up? Moves around all the time, gets stuck in the back of your vagina, real crusty butt.

Vagina's supposed to be loose and wide, not held together. That's why girdles are so bad. We need to move and spread and talk and talk. Vaginas need comfort. Make something like that. Something to give them pleasure. No, of course they won't do that. Hate to see a woman having pleasure, particularly sexual pleasure. I mean make a nice pair of soft cotton underwear with a French tickler built in. Women would be coming all day long, coming in the supermarket, coming on the subway, coming happy vaginas. They wouldn't be able to stand it. Seeing all those energized, not taking shit, hot happy vaginas.

If my vagina could talk it would talk about itself like me, it would talk about other vaginas, it would do vagina impressions.

It would wear Harry Winston diamonds, no clothing, just there all draped in diamonds.

My vagina helped release a giant baby. It thought it would be doing more of that. It's not. Now, it wants to travel, doesn't want a lot of company. It wants to read and know things and get out more. It wants sex. It loves sex. It wants to go deeper. It's hungry for depth. It wants kindness. It wants change. It wants silence and freedom and gentle kisses and warm liquids and deep touch. It wants chocolate and trust and beauty. It wants to scream. It wants to stop being angry. It wants to come. It wants to want. It wants. My vagina, my vagina. Well...It wants everything.

Marissa In A Nutshell

I remember one time in sixth grade my teacher gave us a hand out that had a drawing of a girl’s bedroom with random things inside. Then it had this explanation about how you are an archaeologist and this girl’s room was discovered from 50 years ago. It then said to look at the picture and describe what you could tell about the girl by what she had in her room or how her room was decorated. Then it said to think of your own room and describe what people 50 years from now could say about you based on your bedroom.

I remember being upset because at this time I didn’t feel like my room reflected me at all. I had white walls with blue ballerina slippers stenciled around the top from years and years ago when my mom surprised K and I with them one day. I never did ballet but I appreciated the thought. She probably did it to match our bedspreads which were blue and white stripes. I hate the color blue. Then there was our furniture. ALL white, our dressers, our bookshelf, and even our beds. White is so childish I remember thinking. Oh, and our beds were also canopies. Yeah....

Then on our walls we had random posters up. My mom runs the Book Fair at school and I guess Katherine and I would look at all the posters and feel like we had to have some of them- even though we really didn’t. Just as an example we had a poster of Christy Yamaguchi (spelling). I remember watching ice skating with my mom sometimes when I was little but I’m sure I didn’t know who she was at that time though. So why did I have a picture of her on my wall?

These are just random things that I did not like about my room at that time. It just felt so childish. And by 6th grade I think I was “ready” to have a more teenage room. Or something like that. Anywhen…for some reason I was thinking about my bedroom and this question. What would you be able to say about me by looking at my room now?

I think that my bedroom (at home of course) is very much ME! Katherine and I finally got to re-do our bedroom senior year of high school. Actually…it was a work in progress…Anywhen, I love my bedroom. It is probably my favorite room in our house- it never used to be. It’s very warm (not temperature wise..), comfortable, sophisticated but fun, and classic. Is that me? lol.

The thing I love about my room though is how much it reflects me. The Ophelia painting on the wall, the monkey stuffed animals on the bed, the green comforter, the million (okay..not that many..) books from Shakespeare to Jane Austen to Sophocles to Alexandre Dumas and all the other amazings, the tons of picture frames filled with great memories and friends, my dresser which is covered with stuff I never got around to putting away (some of which include glasses from winning the best eyes for Senior Night and my 2 inch splinter they had to scalpel out of me..another story for another time..). All of it is Marissa in a nutshell.

So, I’d say that if in fifty years people wanted to know more about me (as if it’s likely that 1. people would want to know about me and 2. that my room would still be preserved the exact way it is now) I’d say they’d be able to tell a lot from my room. And I love that! Because there aren’t ballerina slippers on the walls anymore. lol. And your bedroom is supposed to reflect the person who sleeps in it. It just makes it so much more personal. So, does your room reflect you?? Cause mine reflects me!

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

At first I was convinced Jack Frost was dead. I mean we had NO snow for such a long time! It has been very frustrating. Well, after this past week of some snow I can now see that Jack is indeed alive. Where have you been Jack? huh? Now you just show up and start doing your job after about two months of being a total slacker! Well, some people may forgive you just because they are happy we finally got snow..Well not me mister. You better start making it up to me! Not only lots ore snow this year but next year it better be blizzard central!

On a more serious and non-fictional note: I WANT SNOW!!! I want feet and feet of snow. I want to make snow angels and snowmen. I want to go sled riding down the Dam hill and Grandmas famous cow patty hill- never knowing when you’ll hit those ice covered natural ramps. I want to wake up to a brightly lit room and look out my window to see snow falling form the sky and acres of untouched, footprint free fields. I want to build snow forts and have a snowball fight. I want to build an igloo!! I want to feel like a kid on an unexpected snow day. I want to be happy and care free. Snow would certainly help! I’m very demanding aren’t I…

The lack of snow has just made my yearning for it stronger than ever. Everyday I am rushed with all these glorious snow filled memories from my past. They are mocking me because they know I can not re-create this winter. I have so many amazing memories that I would give so much to experience again.

My Favorite Snow- filled Memories:

~ Sled riding down the Dam hill for Physics class- Scary at first! And even painful! But only when you have Laura Horn using you as a sled halfway down the hill and only if you hit that ditch at the bottom. I was in so much pain at first I couldn’t even get up. But no permanent injuries and I got over it and had oh so much fun!!

~ Everlasting snow days and igloo building- When I was in Elementary school (probably 4th-6th grade) there was one winter when we had so much snow they cancelled school for about a whole week and I stayed at my Lauren and Twila’s house every night. We would spend night in their kitchen listening to the radio just hoping to hear our school being cancelled. We spent a week making forts in their house and playing in the snow. The best part though was the igloo we made. They would have their long drive way snowplowed and there would be huge, huge piles of snow. So we took one of the piles, poured water on the top, and took turns digging out the middle. Ross, Patrick, Lauren, Twila, Katherine, and me all built this amazing igloo. It was huge and could fit all of us inside. It didn’t even melt all the way for many weeks after. sweet!

~ Senior Year Snow Day- My senior year of high school there was this one day when it was snowing like crazy and apparently it was getting really dangerous. So they cancelled school while we were still there. They sent us all home! It was nuts! They told us about an hour before they were going to let us go home..so people were going CRAZY!!! How could you expect us to continue on with class when we were being sent home because of snow !!! There were people running around the halls, playing outside in the snow. I made snow angels with Tiffie in my jeans. lol. And when they let us go home there was a massive snow ball fight in the parking lot. It was just so so much fun!!!

Please mister Jack Frost. Please bring me more snow!!!