Wonderful Day

This morning has been so lovely already that I thought it was worth noting.

I got to skype my Tina, the new Mumford and Sons album is beautiful, and I found out my brother is coming down for family weekend. I'm so excited!

It's just really nice. I'm so happy! It's rather ridiculous. But I think I'll just enjoy it.

All my love!

Solitary

It's been a while! Nice to see you again! While I wish that I had a wonderful excuse for not posting anything (such as "I've been so busy! Crazy parties and wild college things take up all my time! I don't have the time to blog!" but no) my only reason is that my life is so unexciting that I have nothing to write about.  Not to say I'm not happy or anything, I am, believe me, just nothing's been post-worthy. I've been going to class and doing homework. I really only leave my room to eat.

That sounds terrible. But I can't really find alternatives. I enjoy the presence of my hallmates, and I love my suitemates, but they're mostly pre-med, so when they're together, they collaborate for classes that I'm not taking. So I've developed this not-really-a-loner-loner thing. I think my friends are great, and I genuinely like being with them, but I spend most of my time by my self. And it's not bad.

I'm realizing that this is rather like what I did in high school too. It's just that now my friends live in the same building as me. And I've a feeling that if I did hang out with them as much as they hang with each other, I'd probably kill them all. Or at least get sick of people quirks. And I'd rather continue liking them.

So I'll stay solitary. But still enjoy the company.

I like this plan.

All my love.

Gets Me Thinking

Sometimes a YouTube video can get me to thinking. Ze Frank, one of my favorite people on the internet, made this intro to a couple of TED talks that really hit me.

Watch em. They're worth your time.

And yea, I'm a failure at keeping up with my schedule. Ah well.

All my love.

Forgive me?

For being an utter fail at keeping up with my schedule? Pleeease? Instead, you get a Sunday Post! Woop!

Anyway.

This weekend was freakin awesome! The most wonderful people showed up on my campus!

ARIEL BAILEY you avoided being photographed, ma'am. Do not appreciate. 

Anyhoo, It was so lovely to see your faces again! Our adventures, from tadpole catching to the sketchiest gas station in probably all of San Antonio, were wonderous.

I cannot wait to see you all again. But I must. 

SOON. 

(ish)

All my love.

Pretend...

for a moment that I actually posted this on Wednesday, as I was supposed to. Thank you. I appreciate it.


I have come to realize that I freakin love laundry day, which has become Wednesdays for some reason. It's so nice to have clean things. And breaks from working. But really, the best part is getting to snuggle all the cozy warm clothes. Especially here, where my room is the equivalent of an arctic tundra, and the air vent constantly blows cold on me while I'm at my desk or on my bed.

But then the sorrow of life comes back to hit me when I burn my finger on a jean button. Oh the horror.

My life is hard.

(but not really. ya know.)

Other than laundry, my life has been mostly composed of essays and escapes to feed. And outings to Barnes and Noble because, according to my lovely roomie, Anna, I was going "stir-crazy." Can't imagine what she could mean by that.

All my love.

Downtime

I appreciate the days where I don't have to worry so much about what I ought to be doing. This, wonderfully, was one of those days. I got to read Everyday by David Levithan.

 Which was AWESOME. I greatly recommend. Honestly. I haven't been able to read a book in one sitting in quite some time, but with this, I had no problem barely moving a muscle. Read it. Its freakin good.

I also was able to explore campus some more, which was lovely, but hot.

Love you all!

Friday!

Today is Friday. Yay! It is lovely to look forward to a three-day weekend. This was my first full week of college classes (holy poop) and, assuming that the work load won't decrease any, I think it's safe to assume that I'm not going to have all that much free time. My schedule is forming up to be eat, sleep, class, study, think about sleep and food, class, study, Walmart, class. Which is alright, but rather intense.

Last weekend I went clubbing. (This weekend is shaping up to be significantly more relaxed. Things I appreciate.) That was an experience, to say the least. The dancing and music were fun, but I must side with Anna on this point: the creepy people hanging around canceled out a significant portion of that fun. I'm glad we went, but I'm not so sure that I want a repeat experience real soon.

The dorm has gotten very quiet, with many of my fellow first-years already on their way home for Labor Day. Makes it easier to nap.

Love you all.

College

Recently, it has been brought to my attention that I have been failing rather epically to keep this blog updated. Ahem. In an attempt to salvage this endeavor from its descent into complete lack of being, I have decided to write a post every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. They might be short, meaningless and trivial, but they will nonetheless exist. And I will get in a rhythm. Hopefully.

So. College. I be at it.

And it's going rather well, in my opinion. Today marks the first full week that we've had in classes. I quite enjoy them. My favorite so far would have to be Theories of Human Communication (here on referred to as THC. Joke intended.) My professor is not only extremely intelligent; he's actually a good teacher! I'm learning! WOO! It also helps that the subject is freakin cool. Playing with the idea of majoring in it. We'll see. Art History promises to be good. I enjoy discussion classes, and this seems to be one of the better ones. Even though I'm often wrong in my interpretation, due to my lack of any knowledge about art, the professor will correct us without simply shooting down our ideas. Which is nice. My operas of Verdi and Wagner class has only met once, and only to go over the syllabus, but that seemed alright. My HUMA is gonna be intense. Tad worried bout that. Lots of reading and frequent papers. But POSITIVE OUTLOOK. If I let myself worry, nothing will go well. So. Gotta be pumped! Woo!

A part of me, a relatively small part, but still there, feels like having a good time here is a sort of betrayal. To my friends at home and away, and to my family. That the ebbing of my homesickness means that I don't love you all as much as I know I do. Which doesn't make sense. I do love each of you, and I miss you more than I can really say. But if I let it overwhelm me, nothing will magically get better. Really, it would just make things worse.

So I guess the theme of the day is to focus on the positive. As much as possible.

My love and best wishes.

This is a POST!

Whoohoo! Posty post post. Words to convey practical retelling of my life since the last lovely blog update.

Post is a strange word. I'll assume that the definition of post referring to a narrow piece of wood vertically shoved into the ground is not the one that is intended to be used in reference to an update on a blog, but instead the definition of post as referring to a letter in the mail. But I'm also pretty sure that you can blog on Sundays, the only day of the week on which the post does not come. Do they change the entire setup of all blogs to say "not Post" on Sundays? That seems rather ridiculous, but no post on Sundays.

I have been doing things. Other than pondering strange nuances of English. Things like the Fourth of July. Which is a thing in all of the world, but a relatively larger thing in the US. The day of the horse flies. Where the founding fathers were bickering over Thomas Jefferson's phrasing of the Declaration of Independence, and, because of the heat, opened the windows. Which let in an abundance of horse flies. They bite. This so bothered the fathers, that they were like "Yo Jefferson, everything's cool with this. We like it. Now let's go somewhere without these frikkin flies," and went home.
Totally the way that history should be taught.

All and all, fireworks are pretty. And mea maritus is clumsy.

Also redyed my hair blue. All of it. It's all blue. Sometimes I forget, and am rather confused by the stares I get in public. I'm used to being partially invisible, so these stares are disconcerting. Then I realize that my hair is turquoise, and I feel comforted that the likeliness of them staring at me because there's some terrible creature crawling on my head that I haven't felt yet is significantly less.

I just realized that last Saturday was the last time I'll ever volunteer at Riding Unlimited again. Really, I'll probably go back and visit, but it won't be the same. I won't know every horse's quirks, or be one of the regular, trusted volunteers. I won't know everyone's name and I won't be a vital part of the riders' experiences. I'll miss the quiet moments with the horses before and after lessons; the grooming time, the relaxing time. I'll miss the hectic times of quick tack changes; the hurried rush to grab the right stirrups or bridle. I'll miss the long drive out and back, the twenty minutes or so of open fields and nothing but road; the time to think. I'll even miss the aggravating trains, determined to make me late.

Mostly I'll miss the people. The volunteers and the riders. And the helping. I think I'll miss helping people, every week, on the dot, the most.

From silly ravings, to waxing nostalgic, all my love and best wishes.

Initiative!

I have this terrible habit of never seeing my friends over the summer.  Usually, this can be blamed upon the fact that I'm not in the state, but even when I'm home, I tend to just sit around and hope that somebody else has an idea. (Also, I forget to tell people I'm not in the state. Ahem. By bad.)

I have decided that this summer will be different! I'm actually going to invite my friends to do things with me. I have already started this ingenious plan, and thus far, I have had only the utmost success.

The lovely Skylar and I had a froyo... date? adventure? I dunno, but it was fun.  Tina has been subject to a number of kidnappings, and, even though I can't really take the credit for this one, Anna and Sarah Curran make lovely coffee companions.
Also Jena, who gets the credit for the kidnappings and the coffee dates. Also for making me realize that doing things with people is significantly more fun than just sitting in my house all day.

We shall have adventures!

All my love and best wishes.

Really Quite Wonderful

Just today, it hit me that my people (friends, family, you know the drill) are freakin amazing.

Not that this is a new thing for me to know, it just suddenly sunk in.  My family is the best. I mean, really, not that many families can claim to have had an entire conversation about smutty romance novel covers at the dinner table.  Hilarious, silly, and slightly surreal at times. It's not all sunshine and rainbows all the time, but that would be weird. 

My friends are beautiful people, inside and out. And yeah, I know that that's cliche, but I honestly believe that it is true. Especially those of you who are reading this. You guys are special. I love you.

Maybe I'm feeling sentimental just because it's past midnight and I'm giddy sleepy. Maybe not. I do know that I wouldn't give you up for anything in the world, and I want to thank you for being around. Yeah. 

Love and Best Wishes.

Unfortunate Accidents

And NO, not that kind.

The kind where I hurt myself in rather silly ways.  I have a history of getting not seriously, but ostentatiously injured.  I've sprained my ankles more than once by stepping off curbs incorrectly.  I once tried to stop a car by grabbing the tire. Just recently, I stepped into a box of nail polish, and hit my face on the drawer of my dresser. I have a lovely cut on my face now.

I think that there's an evil sprite that decided to sabotage my life, but only when I'm doing the most mundane things.  The situations I've been in that could be considered risky have always gone off without a hitch. Knock on wood.  Mebby karma? For what, I'm not really sure though.

Also, every time I go to the doctor for an ailment, not just a checkup or something, they invariably find nothing. Get sent to a cardiologist by the regular doctor? "Nothing is out of the ordinary. Sorry." Oh. Alright. I'll just sit here with chest pain and wish it away. Ugh.

Other than strange occurrences that cause me pain, my summer has been either very busy and fun, what with parties and getting lost, or extremely boring.  I've found myself driving around town, trying my best to come up with something to do, coming up blank, and eventually stalking squirrels at parks. No joke. Thus is the life.

Best wishes!

Grawr!

I've had this blog for a significant amount of time, but this is the first actual post I've written. Or, attempted to write, as the case may be.

I like things. Most things. Things that are not generally considered terrible, I like them. For the most part. That's one thing about me. Also horses. Like them a lot. And tie dye.

I'm really starting to do this blog thingymadooper because I am, in a few short months, heading off to college.  As I am notoriously bad at keeping in touch, this ought to help keep me on track. It may end up sounding like a diary. Whatevs.

Love and best wishes.