Saturday, March 28, 2009


Currently Feeling: The effects of more than my 1800 daily calorie intake today
Currently Looking at: My floor-aka a newly cleaned room
Currently Watched: Good Will Hunting, Twilight, and In Vegas or whatever it's called

Today was a rather snowy day for late March in the Midwest. Can't say that I am surprised though. It's the Midwest for goodness sakes. Anything can happen. I hear there's supposed to be a hurricane next week.

So in light of the dreariness of the day, I spent approximately 6 hours of my life on my buttox watching movies.....3 movies to be exact. I have never done this. Not sure how I feel about it. Wait, yes I do. Spending too much time on material things makes me crazy. My consious doesn't like it. It's like spending too much time on my make-up....or figuring out what to wear. A waste of time. Or when you realize you've spent all evening stalking people via Facebook. Ah the things we don't admit.

Movies like Twilight are creepy; they suck you in. I am the one that doesn't like to partipate in movie crazes such as Harry Potter, Star Wars, Pirates of the Carribbean (p.s. please ignore spelling tonight. I am just not caring)....the kind of movies people dress up and go to the midnight show. It's like I am giving into societal obsession. So really, tonight was too early to engage into the Twilight movies. But I did. And yep, think the vampire is extremely attractive, the love story-sweet, and will be the first to see the 2nd one. What a sucker. Seriously.

There is something about college that has made me not care of cleanliness. What in the world happened? I stared down at my floor tonight---oh wait, I couldn't see my floor---and I thought, if mom saw this she would flip. I wasn't like this til my last year of high starts to speed up and I just stopped maintaining a clean room. It's gross actually.

I started my jogging class last week. The first thing my teacher said was "I love running. I just ran my 100th (added for exaggeration) triatholon" Awesome, I thought. Very awesome (note the sarcasm). She also told us we would be able to run 3 miles in 7 weeks. Awesome again. All I could do was make jokes in my head the whole time. Most of them were fat jokes. It's quite halarious. But heck, I ran my first set of 2 miles ever in my life on Thursday. I managed to survive. I didn't know what to do with myself once I got to my was like my body was overheating and I didn't like the feel of my clothes sticking to me. So I locked my door, ripped off my clothes, and stood in front of the fan. The effects of the run began to hit me one-by-one throughout the day. A body experience I had never encountered. The thing I hate about exercising is that I automatically eat more calories. I can't keep my brain from thinking that way. My body must be so confused: run 2 miles----->eat 3 donuts. Ok. Awesome.

By the way, I really love donuts.

There is something about night after midnight. Things get calm. I like it. It feels like you are the only one awake in the world...much easier to reflect and/or get things done. Or, the girls in my hall finally stop screaming and carrying on. Ah dorm life.

I am not one of those people that spend hours on a blog post, write it out earlier, plan it, or even read back over it. it is. Radically Raw.

Radically like that.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Another reflection.

Currently listening to: Iron & Wine
Currently drinking: Coffee
Currently looking forward to: Spring Break, aka Florida

Good afternoon. It's a cloudy March afternoon. I am sitting in the Union with some friends, ear phones plugged into my ears, Iron & Wine singing, coffee settling in my stomach. It's a peaceful afternoon for me. Just content. Just here. You know? Life is going to happen. My 7 page paper that I am supposed to be working on right now will get written....*moment of panic that I need to start working on it.* My future will pan out, regardless of my stress level.

All I have for you right now is a train of a few thoughts.

I went home this weekend for the first time in the semester. Just for a little while. And it was rather therapeutic. I like my parents and spending time with them keeps me grounded. They are wise and respectable human beings and I get to call them my mom and dad. A lucky girl I am. I like my mom's obsession with hot cinnamon rolls and how I think of her every time I eat fruit cobbler and ice cream. I like listening to my dad's funeral stories at dinner. I like hearing about the people he embalmed years ago. And heck, he showed me the pair of glass eyeballs he kept from a dead man years back. I held them. It was gross. But I will accept my bragging about it.

I love how my parents parent. They give their opinion but don't force anything. They support that sounds cliche. But it's true, so it's not cliche in this case, right? I just hope I can be half of a parent to my children as they have been to me.

Wow, I guess that's all I have right now. I think I got distracted and it interrupted my flow. My internet just went off and my heart panicked with the fear of losing these sentimental words. So now I am on edge, calming down from the distress. But praise God saves. I am also aware of the paper I need to be writing. So enjoy this blog.

Come again.