Woohoo, internet!
Got my 'ethernet' cord, finally. Due to being a broke college kid; kinda took awhile. Speaking of which, I'm still on the outlook for a job. So far, no luckkk. Blah.
Anyways, school so far has actually been going a lot better than last semester. Easy classes? Check. Only thing lacking is job. I'm quite fond of my room, seeing that it's bigger than my dorm room last semester, and my RA this year is awesome. Although-I'm keepin' my fingers crossed for the mere fact that I'm wanting to move off campus next semester, so we'll see what happens. Wish me luck.
Tomorrow is my kick-off day for my whole new "work out" routine. I'm going to get up early and run. I'm a pretty determined girl, so I'm thinkin' the whole agenda of getting up early to run each morning will actually be a good boost to my mornings. A way to clear my head, have my 'quiet time', and get in shape! Woo! So yeah, that's the plan. Positivity all the way. I mean hey, I might even manage to melt off a few pounds?!
Lately I've been even more interested in the whole traveling aspect of my life as well. Seeing that I've been out of the country a total of 2 times; I think it's about time to squeeze in another trip. Research-what I've been doing all night for the most part. Next summer, the plan is to study abroad and venture off to either Ireland, Europe, England/Scotland, or London. Gosh; gonna be tough to choose for sure. Anddd, I'm real interested in Invisible Children. Gonna start hittin' up the meetings each week on campus here to see how I can get involved. If I keep on this track of not knowing what the HECK I'm wanting to major in, I might take a semester off and intern in California/Uganda for them. I've always wanted to go to Africa. We'll see how things fall into place and what God has planned for me though.
Alright well, I really hope this whole "modivated" side of me keeps up. Ha. I like it. I have so much more to write about I feel like, but since we're now on this modivation shpeel, I'm really craving some sort of candy. So, Wal Mart run?
More to come.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Here we are again at the start.
How is it that someone can want to stay, yet leave so bad at the same time?
Stillllll packing.
Stillllll packing.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Fashionista.
I've always had the dream of doing something in the fashion field. Not necessarily "designing" clothes persay, more of putting them together.. ? Spotting trends, there we go. Especially vintage. Paris? Eh, maybe that's a little too much of a fairy-tale type of wish. California, New York? Might as well start saving up now; wouldn't be a bad idea to at least go and experience the city life/fashion capitals for awhile before my hopes get too high. Summer 2010?Anyway, I'm currently listenin' and lovin' This Town Needs Guns. Personally, a big fan of the 'different' sound they have. Original, yet clean cut; not to mention catchy. Best part? They happen to be from Oxford. Uh huh, uh huhhh. Lend 'em an ear, would ya?
Alright, time to turn in for the night. Yes, surprising that it's ONLY 3 am. But let's be honest, mixed with the 30 minutes of sleep I happened to cram in last night, this can't be healthy. Although I'll have to confess that I am pretty proud of myself for stickin' to this so far. Day 2 and counting.
Even when we're being stubborn, he gives me butterflies.
Friday, August 14, 2009
One Quick Excerpt.
Oh, and small "add-on": I forgot how relaxing/breathtaking early sunrises are, seeing as I'm quite the opposite of a morning person. Highly recommended.
Coffee Time.
Coffee Time.
Insomnia.
As I lie on top of my 'soon to be packed' black comforter, my brain just can't seem to find the off switch to the wheels that keep turning in my head. Thought after thought, I'm finally giving up on the effort of trying to get even a minute of sleep tonight... why not keep the tradition going? Honestly, I can't seem to figure out if it's the unbearable choir of chirping crickets outside my window, my younger brother's booming music bass from his oversized stereo (which happens to shake the entire house with each beat), or the fact there is something seriously wrong with my sleeping pattern. Maybe a mixture of the three?
Ah, wait: stress. Bulls eye. That's gotta be what it is, right? As my mind bounces from what I'm going to do with my life, to how I'm going to loose these extra pounds I've managed to slab onto my 5'3" frame this summer, I feel as if an ongoing ping-pong game is going on in my head. Back and forth, back and forth; with one bounce leading to another. No winner, no ending. The mere stress of packing up the rest of room, not to mention the fact I'm one of the biggest procrastinator's I know. Stress of finding a job once I get back to Cleveland. Stress of paying for car insurance, phone bill, gas, clothes, food, and saving up for, eventually, an apartment. Stress of getting good grades and keeping up with the dreaded research papers. Stress that I STILL don't know what I want to do with my life. Stress that my life is actually going anywhere at all. Stress that I'm not going to measure up to the daughter my parents want me to be; the 'role model' for the rest of the family. Guess that's what comes with being first born though, huh? Sometimes I feel like the ping pong ball will never stop. Which brings me to the thought, 'Is there even a reason for all this stress?' Logically, one would read that question and almost immediately reply with a shrug, maybe a phony chuckle, and blurt out a big fat 'No.' After reading back through the sneak peek of my stress list, I wish I could do the same. Is my life really as stressful as I make it seem? Am I a total whack-o and over think way to much? Eh, it's arguable. Really though, my life truly isn't that bad; I'm not one of those 19 year old girls who have one of those white knuckle, grip the edge of your seat kind of stories. You know, the kind of life story where you could warp it into an ongoing series of movies or reality show. Not quite my life. Sure, I've had ups and downs; matter of fact, I'm still on the roller coaster ride as we speak. What it comes down to is this: my point that my over thinking gets the best of me. It causes stress, causes me to feel like a hopeless Raggedy Ann doll at times.
Wow, let me stop there. When I write, I tend to give a little more than a simple 'glimpse' of my thoughts. Sincere apologies. Maybe time for a new title for my blog perhaps? Already?
What it comes down to is, all in all I'm looking at this blog as a way to let loose of a few of the chunks of stress clogging up my life. Okay, I take that back. No, everyday won't be a giant stress bomb exploding all over the entry section of my daily blog, but I'm seeing this as a fresh start. A way to sort out my thoughts; whether the day persists to be one of those ear-to-ear whistle while you work sort of days, or just downright gloomy. And seeing that writing is a personal forte', mixed along with the inspiration from my best friend, I decided to ditch the run of the mill spiral notebook and take on a more advance, technological path.
Blogging world, here I come.
Ah, wait: stress. Bulls eye. That's gotta be what it is, right? As my mind bounces from what I'm going to do with my life, to how I'm going to loose these extra pounds I've managed to slab onto my 5'3" frame this summer, I feel as if an ongoing ping-pong game is going on in my head. Back and forth, back and forth; with one bounce leading to another. No winner, no ending. The mere stress of packing up the rest of room, not to mention the fact I'm one of the biggest procrastinator's I know. Stress of finding a job once I get back to Cleveland. Stress of paying for car insurance, phone bill, gas, clothes, food, and saving up for, eventually, an apartment. Stress of getting good grades and keeping up with the dreaded research papers. Stress that I STILL don't know what I want to do with my life. Stress that my life is actually going anywhere at all. Stress that I'm not going to measure up to the daughter my parents want me to be; the 'role model' for the rest of the family. Guess that's what comes with being first born though, huh? Sometimes I feel like the ping pong ball will never stop. Which brings me to the thought, 'Is there even a reason for all this stress?' Logically, one would read that question and almost immediately reply with a shrug, maybe a phony chuckle, and blurt out a big fat 'No.' After reading back through the sneak peek of my stress list, I wish I could do the same. Is my life really as stressful as I make it seem? Am I a total whack-o and over think way to much? Eh, it's arguable. Really though, my life truly isn't that bad; I'm not one of those 19 year old girls who have one of those white knuckle, grip the edge of your seat kind of stories. You know, the kind of life story where you could warp it into an ongoing series of movies or reality show. Not quite my life. Sure, I've had ups and downs; matter of fact, I'm still on the roller coaster ride as we speak. What it comes down to is this: my point that my over thinking gets the best of me. It causes stress, causes me to feel like a hopeless Raggedy Ann doll at times.
Wow, let me stop there. When I write, I tend to give a little more than a simple 'glimpse' of my thoughts. Sincere apologies. Maybe time for a new title for my blog perhaps? Already?
What it comes down to is, all in all I'm looking at this blog as a way to let loose of a few of the chunks of stress clogging up my life. Okay, I take that back. No, everyday won't be a giant stress bomb exploding all over the entry section of my daily blog, but I'm seeing this as a fresh start. A way to sort out my thoughts; whether the day persists to be one of those ear-to-ear whistle while you work sort of days, or just downright gloomy. And seeing that writing is a personal forte', mixed along with the inspiration from my best friend, I decided to ditch the run of the mill spiral notebook and take on a more advance, technological path.
Blogging world, here I come.
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