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judecorpWear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
(By Mary Schmich, a columnist for The Chicago Tribune)
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
(By Mary Schmich, a columnist for The Chicago Tribune)
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Date: 2001-12-03 02:21 pm (UTC)No matter what a stripper tells you, there is no sex in the Champagne Room.
None.
Oh, there's champagne in the Champagne Room. But you don't want champagne. You want sex. And there's no sex in the Champagne Room.
Don't go to parties with metal detectors. Sure it feels safe inside. But what about all those niggaz waiting outside with guns? They know you ain't got one!
If a woman tells you she's 20, and looks 16, she's 12.
If she tells you she's 26, and looks 26, she's damn near 40.
Take off that silly-ass hat.
The ODB couldn't possibly have committed all those crimes. Coolio did some of that shit.
Young black men, if you go to a movie theater and someone steps on your
foot, let it slide. Why spend the next 20 years in jail 'cause someone
smudged your Puma?
Cornbread. Ain't nothin' wrong with that.
No matter what you think of what I'm sayin' remember this one thing: there is no sex in the Champagne Room.
If a homeless person has a funny sign, he hasn't been homeless that long. A real homeless person is too hungry to be funny.
If a girl has a pierced tongue, she'll probably suck your dick.
If a guy has a pierced tongue, he'll probably suck your dick.
Here's a horoscope for everyone:
Aquarius - you're gonna die.
Capricorn - you're gonna die.
Gemini - you're gonna die twice.
Leo - you're gonna die.
Scorpio - you're gonna die.
No one goes to Hooters for wings.
If you've been dating a man for four months and you haven't met any of his friends, you are not his girlfriend.
Some of the things I've said may not apply to you. Some of the things I've said may offend you. But no matter who you are, you must remember this one thing. No matter what a stripper says, there's no sex in the Champagne Room. None.
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Date: 2001-12-03 09:09 pm (UTC)Not guaranteed!! :)
If a woman tells you she's 20, and looks 16, she's 12.
Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!
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Date: 2001-12-03 05:06 pm (UTC)And though I'm not a drinker, strangely I found the beer one more persuasive.
ps : who is Baz Luhrmann and what does she do that makes her famous ?
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Date: 2001-12-03 05:09 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2001-12-03 05:58 pm (UTC)"Romeo + Juliet" was surprisingly good. I liked the touch of using quotes from Shakes (-- no, not that one --) on billboards and so on. I'm not much for the Leo, nor really the Danes, but there was chemistry of a fashion. (And much high fashion, nee "production value.")
And a nice Mercutio, who is always my favorite in an R&J production. (You think it sucks to be Romeo or Juliet, but imagine the play from Mercutio's perspective. Your best friend wigs out over some girl and you get killed because of her psycho cousin. What a crappy world. "Why can't we all just get along ?")
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Date: 2001-12-05 07:07 pm (UTC)Enjoy the power and beauty of The Force. Understand The Force you will not until you have used it.
Fabulous is how you look. Fat as Jabba the Hutt you are not.
Worry not about the Dark Side. Worrying is as effective as trying to stick C3PO together with bubble gum. *chuckle*
Do one thing every day that would scare even Darth Maul! Yes!
Floss.
Waste time not at Mos Eisley. In the end, hung over you will be, yes.
Kind to your light saber be, for when it's gone, miss it you will.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your own swamp on Dagobah.
Beauty magazines read you not. Make you feel ugly and green they will, yes! Just one minute you wait! What is wrong with being ugly and green I ask, hmmm?
Get to know your father. You never know if Darth Vader he will be.
Live on ice planet Hoth once, but leave before hard it makes you. Live in Naboo once, but leave before soft it makes you.
Travel at light speed, but make sure hyperdrive works. *chuckle*
Accept certain inalienable truths. Luke and Leia, related they are. Wookkies, shed all over the furniture they will. And sound a lot like Grover on Sesame Street I do. Hmmm.
Respect Mace Windu. Very good in Pulp Fiction he was, yes.
With your hair, mess not, or by the time you're eight hundred, one thousand it will look!
Be careful of advice...and Boba Fett.
But trust you me on the sunscreen. Yes! *chuckle*