Today I went to my friend Elaine’s college graduation party. I had a pretty nice time despite the DJ being way too loud. I felt like an old lady but the bass was shaking the entire room. The cups at the tables the furthest away from the DJ had the liquid actually moving in them. That’s a bit too much, in my opinion. It was still a very nice party, though, and I was really proud of my friend.
One thing I was upset about was that I brought my camera and took not one photo. The place was on a beautiful location that overlooked the water and even as we were leaving the sun was setting over the water and my camera was right there in my bag being idle. In the party, I had plenty of opportunities to snap a picture of people but I just didn’t. I really need to try and sort out what my problem is. I think I have been a bit discouraged with my photographs lately and it has made me not want to take any at all. I expected to be better than I am at taking photos now, I think. Practice makes perfect, though, and I need to keep reminding myself of this fact and keep trying.
It feels good to be blogging again… even if it’s just a little tidbit each day. I really missed it. I caught up on a lot of other people’s blogs over the past few days, too. I didn’t leave as many comments as I usually do but I read almost every post I read through google reader and left some spare comments here and there. I had over 1,000 blog posts that I had missed due to my falling off the face of the internet for a while there but I think I’m getting back into the swing of things now.
I lead the song at Mass at my Church. Recently, I have been asked to sing at other events such as weddings and funerals since so many people have complimented my voice. Today I sung at a wedding at my Church. It was really nice and I had a nice time.
After Mass, I went over to my parent’s house to help my sister learn how to use her new zune mp3 player. It is always a little bit frustrating because my family is so low tech (even my sister) but I am always willing to try and help them with their many little computer emergencies.
The problem today was that my sister decided to use some random cable to plug her zune into the computer. Being that it was jammed into the device and didn’t actually fit, the computer obviously didn’t recognize it. I tried not to laugh and told her (and my parents) that she needed the correct cable and that you can’t just plug anything that you can make fit into the device.
I tried to find a replacement cable since my sister lost the actual cable that went with her zune. I hope it is able to be shipped by the time they leave for their trip. They are driving down to Virginia at the end of this week.
I consider myself a very accepting person. I am very compassionate to other people’s shortcomings and do not think anything less of them if they possess qualities that are different from my own. I like to believe that the world is a better place having so many different kinds of people in it. It would be so boring otherwise. I like to be accepting of people’s ideas, even if they are very opposite of mine, and I respect what other people have to say because of this.
There is one person that I just cannot accept for who they are, though. Myself. No matter what I do, I am never good enough for me. I see all my flaws and shortcomings and do not allow them to slide. I analyze myself so harshly and do not ever give myself the benefit of the doubt. If I’ve done something good, then it still wasn’t good enough because I was capable of more. My positive qualities are diminished by qualities that I do not like about myself. It’s just how I have always been.
When I was still in school, my parents would reward my sister and me for getting good grades on our report cards. I would always bring home very good grades and my parents were always pleased. I was never pleased, though. Often times in high school I wouldn’t take their reward and insisted that it still wasn’t good enough and that I should have tried harder because it still wasn’t my best. I was always the hardest on myself.
The good thing, though, is that I am definitely getting better all the time at seeing my good points and being as accepting of myself as I am of others.