Okay, I figured I'd do an official hiatus this time instead of just not doing anything. So. Yeah.
See ya in August!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Okay, so I really, really don't want to study for geography because I really, really hate geography. There is very little that can persuade me to get up, go to my desk, and crack open that book except for the hopes of getting an A in that class. That, and my really cute T.A. who makes pretty much anything interesting. But ridiculous school girl crush aside, I am literally doing everything in my power to think up ways to push back the time when I have to start studying. Such activities include:
1) Looking at all the fashion blogs that are tearing apart Hollywood/Fashion World from the Met Gala last night.
2) Finding new books on Amazon, realizing I need to win the lottery and become incredibly anti-social to read every book ever.
3) Making the 4th cup of tea of the day, because I WILL NOT GET SICK DANGIT! I have 6 days left of this semester and I will survive that time without the cold I feel coming on.
4) Cleaning/packing up my apartment. Sort of. Simply because I have another week left to do that and as much as I want to clean everything, it will just get messy again.
5) Writing a blog.
So that's what's up.
But I did have a general topic that's been on my mind lately. Gosh, there's a part of me that wishes I had a bunch of readers like my friends who have blogs, but then I remember that this blog is all about moi and that no one in their right mind, with the exception of my lovely family, would ever consider following this blog. WHOA distraction. Back to the point.
So every once in awhile I kind of freak out about my chosen career path. A.K.A. Do I really have the motivation/ability/insanity to pursue a career in books? This usually stems from the doubt of whether or not I am really a book lover enough to have a life devoted to them. Those who are reading this with incredulity, yes it really does happen. Sometimes it comes from a book dry spell, which is when I've been to busy or lazy to really read that much and I freak out that every one else is so up on reading and I haven't finished a book in almost two weeks. Or occasionally I'll talk to someone who is a book fiend who has read everything ever and I feel so irrelevant and unable to keep up that I immediately think I will never be a good book fiend. I think, my goodness, who do I think I am that I have the ability to even suggest books to others, let alone publish one and decide that should be the Great American Novel. Freak-outedness ensues.
But then...
I finish a book. Or I start one. Or I go to look up a random book on Amazon and three hours later I realize I have over a hundred books in my cart. Or I stay up until 5 in the morning reading an entire book accidentally (has happened way too many times). After something like this happens, I am reassured. The relationship I have with Literature is more like a relationship with a person. It has its ups and downs, sometimes I can't count on it, occasionally I am extremely let down, but then we make up, I remember the amazing attributes that charmed me in the beginning and we come full circle. We carry on, taking one day at a time, seeing the faults and follies of each other, but keeping in mind that the unbelievable love I have for Literature is something that won't go away, not matter how down I get.
As ridiculous as it sounds, it's what keeps me in check. The drive to make me go to my desk after I post this blog, find the definition for fluvial geomorphology because in the end, I would do pretty much anything to keep myself on the path to what I want. Which always has been and I know for a fact always will be, books.
Okay, epiphany over. Too much James Joyce in lit class, I guess. Also, this will be the last post for awhile as I have finals to suffer through. Have a good day/week/time!
P.S. I really miss you when you're not around, by the way. So come around.
1) Looking at all the fashion blogs that are tearing apart Hollywood/Fashion World from the Met Gala last night.
2) Finding new books on Amazon, realizing I need to win the lottery and become incredibly anti-social to read every book ever.
3) Making the 4th cup of tea of the day, because I WILL NOT GET SICK DANGIT! I have 6 days left of this semester and I will survive that time without the cold I feel coming on.
4) Cleaning/packing up my apartment. Sort of. Simply because I have another week left to do that and as much as I want to clean everything, it will just get messy again.
5) Writing a blog.
So that's what's up.
But I did have a general topic that's been on my mind lately. Gosh, there's a part of me that wishes I had a bunch of readers like my friends who have blogs, but then I remember that this blog is all about moi and that no one in their right mind, with the exception of my lovely family, would ever consider following this blog. WHOA distraction. Back to the point.
So every once in awhile I kind of freak out about my chosen career path. A.K.A. Do I really have the motivation/ability/insanity to pursue a career in books? This usually stems from the doubt of whether or not I am really a book lover enough to have a life devoted to them. Those who are reading this with incredulity, yes it really does happen. Sometimes it comes from a book dry spell, which is when I've been to busy or lazy to really read that much and I freak out that every one else is so up on reading and I haven't finished a book in almost two weeks. Or occasionally I'll talk to someone who is a book fiend who has read everything ever and I feel so irrelevant and unable to keep up that I immediately think I will never be a good book fiend. I think, my goodness, who do I think I am that I have the ability to even suggest books to others, let alone publish one and decide that should be the Great American Novel. Freak-outedness ensues.
But then...
I finish a book. Or I start one. Or I go to look up a random book on Amazon and three hours later I realize I have over a hundred books in my cart. Or I stay up until 5 in the morning reading an entire book accidentally (has happened way too many times). After something like this happens, I am reassured. The relationship I have with Literature is more like a relationship with a person. It has its ups and downs, sometimes I can't count on it, occasionally I am extremely let down, but then we make up, I remember the amazing attributes that charmed me in the beginning and we come full circle. We carry on, taking one day at a time, seeing the faults and follies of each other, but keeping in mind that the unbelievable love I have for Literature is something that won't go away, not matter how down I get.
As ridiculous as it sounds, it's what keeps me in check. The drive to make me go to my desk after I post this blog, find the definition for fluvial geomorphology because in the end, I would do pretty much anything to keep myself on the path to what I want. Which always has been and I know for a fact always will be, books.
Okay, epiphany over. Too much James Joyce in lit class, I guess. Also, this will be the last post for awhile as I have finals to suffer through. Have a good day/week/time!
P.S. I really miss you when you're not around, by the way. So come around.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Never thought I'd see the day...
Where I would write a blog about my hair. Well, really I should have expected it, as my hair is on of my all time favorite things. Call in pure vanity, but really, have you seen the river of chestnut locks that is my head of unbelievably thick hair?
That is surprisingly a good transition into my next point. So I am growing out my hair. Or at least, I have been for the last two years. And nothing. It has been the same general length for the last two years. I get it trimmed every 3 months or so, because if I don't, the ends are just a mass of split hairs and plain old disgusting. Anyway, same length for a very long time. I asked Carolyn about this the last time I got a trim in March and she told me that it's just because the hair at the ends is so old and weak, it probably can't take what I do to it (which, in all honesty is just the occasional blow dry and straightening!) So here comes my problem, the same problem I always have when my hair begins to get to a pretty decent length.
I want to cut it all off.
Seriously, I want a chin length bob so badly, I can almost feel myself reaching for the phone to call Carolyn. And truly, it would be for the best. My hair is fairly unhealthy apparently and chopping it off and starting new would only be helpful. Plus I think I look pretty decent with short hair so it wouldn't be a huge disaster, right?
But....
I LOVE MY HAIR! I love how thick it is, I love that when I get angry, bored, distracted, frustrated, excited, tired, hungry, you name IT, I grab up bunches of my hair and play with it. I can literally sit in front of mirror for endless amounts of time doing funky crazy hair styles I would never in a million years actually do, but still like to pretend. And I want to see how long I can actually get it. Even though it seems to refuse to grow, this is the longest is has ever been and I would love to try to go for as long as possible. Also, I have the longest hair of my friends, NOT because I secretly and subtly suggested and pushed for my friends to go ahead and just chop of their hair. My latest conquest of doing this is my friend Anjli who has ridiculously long, beautiful hair. Legitimately, down the length of her whole back is gorgeous waves of black, black hair that is just in a league of its own. Which is why I have pretty much given up on her ever cutting it, as she has a similar problem to me.
It's a security blanket. Especially, in my case, my bangs. I tried pulling them back the other day because they were so dirty, they should not have been seen and I felt so weird! Borderline naked, and it was not a fun feeling. Along with my long hair, I love my bangs. Love, love love them. I semi-attempted to grow them out as well last summer until about the end of July when I just took matters into my own hands and cut them short again. I just can't have my forehead in plain view, or something.
So here is the question I pose to my few beloved followers (a.k.a. Mom) To cut or not to cut?
P.S. This is my 50th blog post. Weird, right?
That is surprisingly a good transition into my next point. So I am growing out my hair. Or at least, I have been for the last two years. And nothing. It has been the same general length for the last two years. I get it trimmed every 3 months or so, because if I don't, the ends are just a mass of split hairs and plain old disgusting. Anyway, same length for a very long time. I asked Carolyn about this the last time I got a trim in March and she told me that it's just because the hair at the ends is so old and weak, it probably can't take what I do to it (which, in all honesty is just the occasional blow dry and straightening!) So here comes my problem, the same problem I always have when my hair begins to get to a pretty decent length.
I want to cut it all off.
Seriously, I want a chin length bob so badly, I can almost feel myself reaching for the phone to call Carolyn. And truly, it would be for the best. My hair is fairly unhealthy apparently and chopping it off and starting new would only be helpful. Plus I think I look pretty decent with short hair so it wouldn't be a huge disaster, right?
But....
I LOVE MY HAIR! I love how thick it is, I love that when I get angry, bored, distracted, frustrated, excited, tired, hungry, you name IT, I grab up bunches of my hair and play with it. I can literally sit in front of mirror for endless amounts of time doing funky crazy hair styles I would never in a million years actually do, but still like to pretend. And I want to see how long I can actually get it. Even though it seems to refuse to grow, this is the longest is has ever been and I would love to try to go for as long as possible. Also, I have the longest hair of my friends, NOT because I secretly and subtly suggested and pushed for my friends to go ahead and just chop of their hair. My latest conquest of doing this is my friend Anjli who has ridiculously long, beautiful hair. Legitimately, down the length of her whole back is gorgeous waves of black, black hair that is just in a league of its own. Which is why I have pretty much given up on her ever cutting it, as she has a similar problem to me.
It's a security blanket. Especially, in my case, my bangs. I tried pulling them back the other day because they were so dirty, they should not have been seen and I felt so weird! Borderline naked, and it was not a fun feeling. Along with my long hair, I love my bangs. Love, love love them. I semi-attempted to grow them out as well last summer until about the end of July when I just took matters into my own hands and cut them short again. I just can't have my forehead in plain view, or something.
So here is the question I pose to my few beloved followers (a.k.a. Mom) To cut or not to cut?
P.S. This is my 50th blog post. Weird, right?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Wonder Afficianado
Ah, the glories of a birthday weekend. They are seemingly endless. It is also the explanation as to why I am very tired this Sunday evening and the only activity I can think to do is lay on my couch and watch Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Now before you criticize and judge my movie choice, WATCH IT! It is a beautifully magical movie, and while yes it is a kids movie, it has an outstanding cast, soundtrack, and life lessons. So there.
Anyway, let me break down the whole b-day weekend:
Started on Friday with a pretty exciting concert with Melanie, Kelley, and Cody at Antone's. The band, one I had never heard before, was Local Natives and was really good. Plus, we got the most amazing parking spot, legitimately a block away from Antone's, which, on a Friday night, was miraculous. But yes, super fun night.
On Saturday, I had a particular delightful time going to lunch with my mom, sister, and our friend KD at one of the most delicious restaurants, Bountiful Bakery. Well, I am a little biased as I have yet to have a less than amazing meal there. Truly, even their cheeseburgers were borderline perfect. And don't even get me started on the birthday cupcake I got. Can you say YUM!? Yes, that was quite fun. From there, Kelley, KD, Melanie, and I went to the Austin Pets Alive SoCo event where Mel found the kitty she wants and now will most likely get! An adorable 6 month old tuxedo cat named Arnie, a name that Mel somehow loves. Likkity's came next, despite the treats at lunch, and I had the greatest cup of custard I have ever had. From there, we went to the Bluegrass Festival at Cowboy Church. Yep. After eating some catfish and drinking lemonade with some dirt in it, we went home, where I awaited the next event of birthday fun.
My friends Carson and Veronica were taking me out to dinner for my birthday. We ended up at an old favorite, Mags, because we were all craving some Mag Mud (best queso ever). From there we went to Mozart's because I needed some good coffee. After a bit, Carson suggested we go back to her house, because my present was there and she wanted to give me a CD I had wanted. All seemingly harmless events, right? Well, we went to her house, only to walk into the living room and have balloons showered on us. After I screamed, I kind of caught on that I had found myself at a surprise party--for me.
I have never had a surprise party before, mostly because it never occurred me to hint at or even expect one. So I always plan birthday stuff for myself. This year, though, with school and family stuff, I kind of let my birthday plans slide to the wayside. I attempted to plan a friends dinner birthday type deal, but decided to just reschedule until after school was over. Apparently Carson had other ideas in mind. It was actually a lot of fun, a chill and small event, but nice.
Then, I got to sleep in this morning, which was especially needed as said surprise party went until very late, and I still consider a small birthday celebration in itself. Of course, the celebrating ending quickly when my dad came home and we started to do a lot of chores and house stuff, but that was okay, as it needed to get done. From there, the rest of the day was mostly lazing about and hanging around, which is always a good time. Then I came back to my empty apartment (roommate gone until tomorrow), fixed myself some dinner and headed to the couch. All in all, a very good weekend, with a few key players and a lot of fun times. Now I will finished watching a great movie, read the rest of my book, and go to bed early. Simply magnificent if I do say so myself. So despite troubling weeks coming ahead, filled hard work, strength testers, and most likely, breakdowns, I am a very lucky twenty year old. Goodnight, readers.
P.S. There is a lot of cliche advice that actually fits. Like, it's gonna be okay, don't worry, it'll all work out.
Anyway, let me break down the whole b-day weekend:
Started on Friday with a pretty exciting concert with Melanie, Kelley, and Cody at Antone's. The band, one I had never heard before, was Local Natives and was really good. Plus, we got the most amazing parking spot, legitimately a block away from Antone's, which, on a Friday night, was miraculous. But yes, super fun night.
On Saturday, I had a particular delightful time going to lunch with my mom, sister, and our friend KD at one of the most delicious restaurants, Bountiful Bakery. Well, I am a little biased as I have yet to have a less than amazing meal there. Truly, even their cheeseburgers were borderline perfect. And don't even get me started on the birthday cupcake I got. Can you say YUM!? Yes, that was quite fun. From there, Kelley, KD, Melanie, and I went to the Austin Pets Alive SoCo event where Mel found the kitty she wants and now will most likely get! An adorable 6 month old tuxedo cat named Arnie, a name that Mel somehow loves. Likkity's came next, despite the treats at lunch, and I had the greatest cup of custard I have ever had. From there, we went to the Bluegrass Festival at Cowboy Church. Yep. After eating some catfish and drinking lemonade with some dirt in it, we went home, where I awaited the next event of birthday fun.
My friends Carson and Veronica were taking me out to dinner for my birthday. We ended up at an old favorite, Mags, because we were all craving some Mag Mud (best queso ever). From there we went to Mozart's because I needed some good coffee. After a bit, Carson suggested we go back to her house, because my present was there and she wanted to give me a CD I had wanted. All seemingly harmless events, right? Well, we went to her house, only to walk into the living room and have balloons showered on us. After I screamed, I kind of caught on that I had found myself at a surprise party--for me.
I have never had a surprise party before, mostly because it never occurred me to hint at or even expect one. So I always plan birthday stuff for myself. This year, though, with school and family stuff, I kind of let my birthday plans slide to the wayside. I attempted to plan a friends dinner birthday type deal, but decided to just reschedule until after school was over. Apparently Carson had other ideas in mind. It was actually a lot of fun, a chill and small event, but nice.
Then, I got to sleep in this morning, which was especially needed as said surprise party went until very late, and I still consider a small birthday celebration in itself. Of course, the celebrating ending quickly when my dad came home and we started to do a lot of chores and house stuff, but that was okay, as it needed to get done. From there, the rest of the day was mostly lazing about and hanging around, which is always a good time. Then I came back to my empty apartment (roommate gone until tomorrow), fixed myself some dinner and headed to the couch. All in all, a very good weekend, with a few key players and a lot of fun times. Now I will finished watching a great movie, read the rest of my book, and go to bed early. Simply magnificent if I do say so myself. So despite troubling weeks coming ahead, filled hard work, strength testers, and most likely, breakdowns, I am a very lucky twenty year old. Goodnight, readers.
P.S. There is a lot of cliche advice that actually fits. Like, it's gonna be okay, don't worry, it'll all work out.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Can I reschedule my birthday?
Seriously, though can I? I posed this question to my good friend Emma today because I really need to reschedule it. I was sitting outside of Einstein's making up a calendar of the work and assignments I have going on for the next few weeks or so before finals, when it hit me. My birthday really could not come at a worse time. It is smack in the middle of speech, a research paper and a test. My birthday weekend, if it was any other weekend, should be jam-packed with studying and work but instead, I'm planning lunches and concerts to go to. It's actually starting to upset me that I have to have a weekend off instead of getting work down. So now, readers, I ask you, is it possible to reschedule a birthday?
Anyway, personal crisis (not really, but come on) aside, my week started a bit depressed with my two wonderful, beautiful amazing sisters going back to their respective places. It was Saturday night, I was laying in bed and I realized I would probably not see them until the fall and that made me incredibly sad. It sucks to have an intercontinental family (pun intended for Melanie!) But after such a fun and crazy weekend, I guess I can't complain because I am very blessed to be related to the coolest chicks on the planet.
Okay, enough bragging. So I've been getting into blogs. Several of my friends have started blogs to get their writing chops for their journalism majors and let me tell you, they're really fun. I myself have been thinking about started a non-family, non-my personal life blog. You might have noticed that the blog entries on this one have started getting exponentially longer and you have all the blogs I've been reading to thank (or blame) for that. I mentioned to my sisters this weekend that I could never be a writer because I wouldn't be satisfied unless I wrote The Great American Novel and that's true. But a blog is so different. I realize that probably no one would read it and I'd never get any notice, but there is a definite joy in writing for me and I feel such less pressure when it comes to the internet. No one is that good of a writer when it comes to an online thing (within reason) so I wouldn't have to worry so much about being the perfect writer. But a lot of this is just speculation and envy at my other friends writing such hip and chic blog entries about single living and campus pieces, so don't assume anything about my future writing capabilities.
Hmm, this blog has gotten sort of wonky. Again, blame the blog-verse. I'm all about being a blogger now, but give it five minutes and I'll want to be something else. Oh right, I had a theme for this entry before...Here it is.
I'm weird.
Haha, no seriously. I was chatting with one of my sisters (can you see the pattern?) and I said something kind of random that made me think. I mentioned that I am mature and responsible about a lot of stuff, like I can carry on conversations with my friends parents and my parents friends almost better than I can with people my own age. I prefer a relaxed weekend with ones I love than doing wild and crazy nonsense. I find it easier to connect with people so much older than me than someone who is younger.
At the same time, I am so immature. I forget things usually instantly. I am disorganized and so irresponsible about the most random things, like if it's not written on a sticky or a post it, it just does not get down. Granted, that's not a deal breaker, but it is an example. It's almost like I am the weirdest of both worlds.
I blame books. I am so used to getting caught up in all these different worlds and times that I find it hard to stay in the one I'm actually in. I know it's probably Lit Freak Syndrome or something, but I am more eager to read about the crazy lives of people than to actually live one. I'm more at home sitting in the corner of a coffee shop imagining myself sitting in the parlor room in Newland Archer's house or helping Diego Rivera mix plaster. It's the only way I've ever known how to read books and the reason I love them so dang much.
Okay, if you skipped over all that absolute nonsense, I do not blame you. I guess that cup of coffee with lunch was a big mistake, as I sound totally nutty right about now, but it's something I've been thinking about a lot. That's the problem with college, it gives you all this time to figure yourself out and think about the Big Things. Before I completely dissuade my few followers from ever checking this blog again, I should get back to my work. Love to all and hugs for even more!
P.S. Even when I am my most ridiculous, I know you still love me and I keep on keeping on. Thanks.
Anyway, personal crisis (not really, but come on) aside, my week started a bit depressed with my two wonderful, beautiful amazing sisters going back to their respective places. It was Saturday night, I was laying in bed and I realized I would probably not see them until the fall and that made me incredibly sad. It sucks to have an intercontinental family (pun intended for Melanie!) But after such a fun and crazy weekend, I guess I can't complain because I am very blessed to be related to the coolest chicks on the planet.
Okay, enough bragging. So I've been getting into blogs. Several of my friends have started blogs to get their writing chops for their journalism majors and let me tell you, they're really fun. I myself have been thinking about started a non-family, non-my personal life blog. You might have noticed that the blog entries on this one have started getting exponentially longer and you have all the blogs I've been reading to thank (or blame) for that. I mentioned to my sisters this weekend that I could never be a writer because I wouldn't be satisfied unless I wrote The Great American Novel and that's true. But a blog is so different. I realize that probably no one would read it and I'd never get any notice, but there is a definite joy in writing for me and I feel such less pressure when it comes to the internet. No one is that good of a writer when it comes to an online thing (within reason) so I wouldn't have to worry so much about being the perfect writer. But a lot of this is just speculation and envy at my other friends writing such hip and chic blog entries about single living and campus pieces, so don't assume anything about my future writing capabilities.
Hmm, this blog has gotten sort of wonky. Again, blame the blog-verse. I'm all about being a blogger now, but give it five minutes and I'll want to be something else. Oh right, I had a theme for this entry before...Here it is.
I'm weird.
Haha, no seriously. I was chatting with one of my sisters (can you see the pattern?) and I said something kind of random that made me think. I mentioned that I am mature and responsible about a lot of stuff, like I can carry on conversations with my friends parents and my parents friends almost better than I can with people my own age. I prefer a relaxed weekend with ones I love than doing wild and crazy nonsense. I find it easier to connect with people so much older than me than someone who is younger.
At the same time, I am so immature. I forget things usually instantly. I am disorganized and so irresponsible about the most random things, like if it's not written on a sticky or a post it, it just does not get down. Granted, that's not a deal breaker, but it is an example. It's almost like I am the weirdest of both worlds.
I blame books. I am so used to getting caught up in all these different worlds and times that I find it hard to stay in the one I'm actually in. I know it's probably Lit Freak Syndrome or something, but I am more eager to read about the crazy lives of people than to actually live one. I'm more at home sitting in the corner of a coffee shop imagining myself sitting in the parlor room in Newland Archer's house or helping Diego Rivera mix plaster. It's the only way I've ever known how to read books and the reason I love them so dang much.
Okay, if you skipped over all that absolute nonsense, I do not blame you. I guess that cup of coffee with lunch was a big mistake, as I sound totally nutty right about now, but it's something I've been thinking about a lot. That's the problem with college, it gives you all this time to figure yourself out and think about the Big Things. Before I completely dissuade my few followers from ever checking this blog again, I should get back to my work. Love to all and hugs for even more!
P.S. Even when I am my most ridiculous, I know you still love me and I keep on keeping on. Thanks.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
So many foreign roads.
This has been a very long week.
Let's just say, it's that time of the semester. Professors feel it is their duty to heap work upon their students, assuming that their class is the only class worth focusing on. News flash: it's not.
Seriously, I had a test on Thursday in Mass Comm and a test Friday in British Lit, but both went well. I had a test this morning in Geography, but he let us have a whole 8x11 page as a cheat sheet (I swear, this man cannot be a real professor) so I'm not worried about that. Tomorrow I have to give a speech in my comm class that is worth as much as an exam, but I'm doing it on a subject I gave a speech on last year so it's not that big of a deal. Plus I still have enough theatre training in me to make public speaking a piece of cake.
Do you see the trend? I'm completely not hassled at all. It's actually got me worried that I'm not worried about anything. Sure, there is a lot of work and studying to do, but I get it done in a timely fashion. Yeah, I have a lot on my plate but it's really not getting me down. If I feel especially bogged, I just go to a coffeehouse, sit on the porch in the sun, and sip an Americano. Just like that, I gain some perspective and get back to work. I'm doing my reading, I'm writing my papers, I'm studying for tests, all with a minimum amount of stress. It is enough to drive me crazy, but isn't.
Plus, if schoolwork wasn't enough, the universe apparently would like to test me some more. For instance, I had a very tiring but incredibly delightful weekend at home babysitting Lena and George with my mom. As I was driving back to school from Austin, I began to feel nauseous, but ignored it and kept driving, joking with my friend about it. Big mistake. I barely made it to San Marcos when I had to pull into an empty parking lot, open my door, and well...you know... several times. Whether it was menstrual side affects, allergies, or just a weird mishap, it happened two more times back at my apartment. It kept me out of classes on Monday, but I felt completely fine on Tuesday and haven't really given it a second thought.
And, less dramatically but still important, this afternoon I was taking a shower and shaving my legs with a new razor, and not really paying attention. Before I knew it, I had gashed a huge cut above my ankle at least 2 inches long and an inch thick. Luckily, it was fairly shallow but bled for almost an hour, which was really bad because it turns out I ran out of band-aids. It was an event, to say the least.
Okay, that last one didn't really count, but still, major happenings in my day. So the motif of this little post is that a lot of things have been happening that should have me sitting in a corner, shoulders slumped and lips in a distinct pout, but they're not. I'm doing well in school and have a complete handle on all my work. I'm surprisingly organized and efficient about pretty much everything. I'm not even stressing about the fact that having a Kindle means having about 50 books at hand, which in my world, means I am about halfway through 50 books. Usually I am totally not able to handle that, but I'm taking it coolly and calmly. What is that?
I suppose you could call it maturity. I'd suggest that maybe my faith has helped create a balance. Perhaps even the tentative yoga I've been trying out has worked more than I thought? I'm just happy. All the time. It's so weird. I keep waiting for something to happen, to cause a whirlwind of emotions, events, and this Emma going back to CrazyTown, but for now, I am just pleasant and peaceful about pretty much everything.
I guess the advice that I can gain from all this is just a reaffirmation on the sage words that everything is happening for a reason, it will work out and really, to just trust in the Lord while working very hard is all you can do. Finally, I can see that unfolding in my life. Alright, time for me to go to bed, because I have done my work for the day and I should really get a good night's sleep before my speech. Goodnight, readers (a.k.a. Mom!)
P.S. I don't ask it enough, but how is your life?
Also! I had gone grocery shopping yesterday and stocked up on some healthy snacks, one of which was (healthy) popcorn. Today, as I went to get a bag, I realized I had grabbed the wrong box and bought Kettle Corn. Usually I'm not that big a fan of Kettle corn, but I made it anyway. And it was delicious! Exactly what I wanted without knowing it was what I wanted! Crazy!
Let's just say, it's that time of the semester. Professors feel it is their duty to heap work upon their students, assuming that their class is the only class worth focusing on. News flash: it's not.
Seriously, I had a test on Thursday in Mass Comm and a test Friday in British Lit, but both went well. I had a test this morning in Geography, but he let us have a whole 8x11 page as a cheat sheet (I swear, this man cannot be a real professor) so I'm not worried about that. Tomorrow I have to give a speech in my comm class that is worth as much as an exam, but I'm doing it on a subject I gave a speech on last year so it's not that big of a deal. Plus I still have enough theatre training in me to make public speaking a piece of cake.
Do you see the trend? I'm completely not hassled at all. It's actually got me worried that I'm not worried about anything. Sure, there is a lot of work and studying to do, but I get it done in a timely fashion. Yeah, I have a lot on my plate but it's really not getting me down. If I feel especially bogged, I just go to a coffeehouse, sit on the porch in the sun, and sip an Americano. Just like that, I gain some perspective and get back to work. I'm doing my reading, I'm writing my papers, I'm studying for tests, all with a minimum amount of stress. It is enough to drive me crazy, but isn't.
Plus, if schoolwork wasn't enough, the universe apparently would like to test me some more. For instance, I had a very tiring but incredibly delightful weekend at home babysitting Lena and George with my mom. As I was driving back to school from Austin, I began to feel nauseous, but ignored it and kept driving, joking with my friend about it. Big mistake. I barely made it to San Marcos when I had to pull into an empty parking lot, open my door, and well...you know... several times. Whether it was menstrual side affects, allergies, or just a weird mishap, it happened two more times back at my apartment. It kept me out of classes on Monday, but I felt completely fine on Tuesday and haven't really given it a second thought.
And, less dramatically but still important, this afternoon I was taking a shower and shaving my legs with a new razor, and not really paying attention. Before I knew it, I had gashed a huge cut above my ankle at least 2 inches long and an inch thick. Luckily, it was fairly shallow but bled for almost an hour, which was really bad because it turns out I ran out of band-aids. It was an event, to say the least.
Okay, that last one didn't really count, but still, major happenings in my day. So the motif of this little post is that a lot of things have been happening that should have me sitting in a corner, shoulders slumped and lips in a distinct pout, but they're not. I'm doing well in school and have a complete handle on all my work. I'm surprisingly organized and efficient about pretty much everything. I'm not even stressing about the fact that having a Kindle means having about 50 books at hand, which in my world, means I am about halfway through 50 books. Usually I am totally not able to handle that, but I'm taking it coolly and calmly. What is that?
I suppose you could call it maturity. I'd suggest that maybe my faith has helped create a balance. Perhaps even the tentative yoga I've been trying out has worked more than I thought? I'm just happy. All the time. It's so weird. I keep waiting for something to happen, to cause a whirlwind of emotions, events, and this Emma going back to CrazyTown, but for now, I am just pleasant and peaceful about pretty much everything.
I guess the advice that I can gain from all this is just a reaffirmation on the sage words that everything is happening for a reason, it will work out and really, to just trust in the Lord while working very hard is all you can do. Finally, I can see that unfolding in my life. Alright, time for me to go to bed, because I have done my work for the day and I should really get a good night's sleep before my speech. Goodnight, readers (a.k.a. Mom!)
P.S. I don't ask it enough, but how is your life?
Also! I had gone grocery shopping yesterday and stocked up on some healthy snacks, one of which was (healthy) popcorn. Today, as I went to get a bag, I realized I had grabbed the wrong box and bought Kettle Corn. Usually I'm not that big a fan of Kettle corn, but I made it anyway. And it was delicious! Exactly what I wanted without knowing it was what I wanted! Crazy!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Hi, my name is Emma and I am boring.
Yep. It's the truth. I know some of you have had your suspicions in the past and maybe even knew it for sure, but I have recently admitted this to myself so let me just explain.
I think a lot of is this new school thing. Maybe I haven't found my niche, maybe I haven't met the right group of people, or (the real truth) I really am just boring. Seriously, I was walking around the grocery store this afternoon and it was at its most packed, given that it was the big H-E-B in town and it was 5:00 p.m. and I realized that I was perfectly content being alone, shopping for my boring little groceries and going on my way to do boring things.
Maybe boring isn't the right word, although it is definitely one of them. I am just very satisfied with what I have right now, which to some might not seem like a lot. Like with school. I am doing pretty well in my classes, I go to every single one, with minor exceptions (it was snowing two weeks ago, my bus was late, and my bed was warm. Sue me!) which to some might seem like a totally weird behavior, but to me, makes sense. Three of my classes have strict attendance anyway, so it just kind of makes sense that I go to the rest. Besides, if I miss a class, I miss the information; miss the information, don't do well on the test; don't do well on the test, waste my time. It makes sense! So why do people give me weird looks when I say I don't skip my classes!? Gah! Anyway, moving on.
I also have boring activities. Honestly, I am usually studying at the library, various coffee shops (Coffee Pot Loooove) or perhaps outside a class super early. If I don't have to study, maybe I'll get dinner with one of my few friends here (yes, I'll explain that one, too) or perhaps catching a movie at the dollar theatre, or, if I'm feeling really crazy, I'll go to the outlets and not spend money. Whoa! If I don't feel like going out anywhere, I hang out in my room and watch Hulu shows or read my Kindle, because that, to me, is relaxing. I eat healthy, I watch the money I spend, I have a routine. Basically, I am breaking college code of conduct.
Okay, so the friends thing, which is also boring. For the first time, I don't have people immediately become my friends. In high school, it was usually automatic with anyone I wanted. Here, however...not so much. Of course, I talk to people in my classes, hang out with Veronica or Stephen, and spend time with my roommate, but often, I prefer to be alone. Okay, I give you permission to go call a crazy hospital because I know I sound nutz. But don't worry, I really am not crazy. Right....? It's just, I don't know, different. And it's not because I'm incapable of friendship or because no one likes me. I think it's more that I'm not really all that ready to dive in. Although it has been months since I started this school, there's still a lot I'm getting used to. Like today, I got on the wrong bus, a bus I take every single day, at least twice. It freaked me out in a big way and even though it turned out totally fine and only slightly embarrassing, it still reminded me that I'm technically a newbie. The bottom line there is that I'm still getting my footing. I get that meeting people and becoming involved is about 84% of the "college experience," and I'm not saying that I will never have friends or join clubs. I'm just saying, not yet.
Okay, moving on so I don't talk myself into a hole in which I get a bunch of calls and emails saying that I should change my ways. The thing is, that while I may be boring, I like being boring. My high school experience, I realize way too late, was nothing like it should have been. I was constantly stressed, dramatic and basically miserable all the time because I made a bad choice when I was a wee little freshmen. I am not going to let that happen again. I will join the things I want to join because they will be fun and good for me. I will not let myself be sucked into something just because it seems like the right thing to do. All I need is to let myself take this slowly, find my own way, and just trust in the Lord, because come on now, that's all I can do.
Wow, no seriously, the rant is over now, sorry. Okay, I have to go take a shower, brush my teeth and be in bed by 11 because again, if you haven't gotten it by now, I.Am.Boring! And also unlike most college kids, but really, let's be honest, when have I ever been like most kids? That's what I thought. Goodbye, for now!
P.S. I'm pretty sure you're incapable of boring. And I love that the most.
I think a lot of is this new school thing. Maybe I haven't found my niche, maybe I haven't met the right group of people, or (the real truth) I really am just boring. Seriously, I was walking around the grocery store this afternoon and it was at its most packed, given that it was the big H-E-B in town and it was 5:00 p.m. and I realized that I was perfectly content being alone, shopping for my boring little groceries and going on my way to do boring things.
Maybe boring isn't the right word, although it is definitely one of them. I am just very satisfied with what I have right now, which to some might not seem like a lot. Like with school. I am doing pretty well in my classes, I go to every single one, with minor exceptions (it was snowing two weeks ago, my bus was late, and my bed was warm. Sue me!) which to some might seem like a totally weird behavior, but to me, makes sense. Three of my classes have strict attendance anyway, so it just kind of makes sense that I go to the rest. Besides, if I miss a class, I miss the information; miss the information, don't do well on the test; don't do well on the test, waste my time. It makes sense! So why do people give me weird looks when I say I don't skip my classes!? Gah! Anyway, moving on.
I also have boring activities. Honestly, I am usually studying at the library, various coffee shops (Coffee Pot Loooove) or perhaps outside a class super early. If I don't have to study, maybe I'll get dinner with one of my few friends here (yes, I'll explain that one, too) or perhaps catching a movie at the dollar theatre, or, if I'm feeling really crazy, I'll go to the outlets and not spend money. Whoa! If I don't feel like going out anywhere, I hang out in my room and watch Hulu shows or read my Kindle, because that, to me, is relaxing. I eat healthy, I watch the money I spend, I have a routine. Basically, I am breaking college code of conduct.
Okay, so the friends thing, which is also boring. For the first time, I don't have people immediately become my friends. In high school, it was usually automatic with anyone I wanted. Here, however...not so much. Of course, I talk to people in my classes, hang out with Veronica or Stephen, and spend time with my roommate, but often, I prefer to be alone. Okay, I give you permission to go call a crazy hospital because I know I sound nutz. But don't worry, I really am not crazy. Right....? It's just, I don't know, different. And it's not because I'm incapable of friendship or because no one likes me. I think it's more that I'm not really all that ready to dive in. Although it has been months since I started this school, there's still a lot I'm getting used to. Like today, I got on the wrong bus, a bus I take every single day, at least twice. It freaked me out in a big way and even though it turned out totally fine and only slightly embarrassing, it still reminded me that I'm technically a newbie. The bottom line there is that I'm still getting my footing. I get that meeting people and becoming involved is about 84% of the "college experience," and I'm not saying that I will never have friends or join clubs. I'm just saying, not yet.
Okay, moving on so I don't talk myself into a hole in which I get a bunch of calls and emails saying that I should change my ways. The thing is, that while I may be boring, I like being boring. My high school experience, I realize way too late, was nothing like it should have been. I was constantly stressed, dramatic and basically miserable all the time because I made a bad choice when I was a wee little freshmen. I am not going to let that happen again. I will join the things I want to join because they will be fun and good for me. I will not let myself be sucked into something just because it seems like the right thing to do. All I need is to let myself take this slowly, find my own way, and just trust in the Lord, because come on now, that's all I can do.
Wow, no seriously, the rant is over now, sorry. Okay, I have to go take a shower, brush my teeth and be in bed by 11 because again, if you haven't gotten it by now, I.Am.Boring! And also unlike most college kids, but really, let's be honest, when have I ever been like most kids? That's what I thought. Goodbye, for now!
P.S. I'm pretty sure you're incapable of boring. And I love that the most.
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