Saturday, March 28, 2009

Hey.

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 school....life 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 room...it 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. So.....here it is. Radically Raw.

Radically Raw....hm.....I 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 me....man 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 blogger.com saves. I am also aware of the paper I need to be writing. So enjoy this blog.

Come again.