My blog is really ugly at the moment. I am trying to give it a new look, but I don't know what I want and that makes it difficult to make decisions. Part of me wants to start a new blog with a different name because so much has changed since I started this one and because my title doesn't sound as witty as it used to. On the other hand I have this attachment to originals and would probably keep this blog just because it is my first blog.
I have been extremely lazy over the Christmas break, overcompensating for how insanely busy I was all last semester. Being lazy puts me in a rut though. Once I get down into a groove, I have a hard time getting back out. I have just now started my to do list for the break. I really need to write thank you cards for all of the wonderful gifts and support Chris and I received during our wedding. SORRY!
Last semester my GPA went down the drain. I am able to keep my scholarships, but my grades were no where near where they usually are and I am not proud of it. There are several very understandable reasons why I did so poorly, but the main reason is that I was lazy and didn't do the work. Mainly, I neglected to write several papers. So then I changed my major to writing. It's not that I can't write the papers, that I don't have ideas, or even that I don't have the time. I just can't ever get started. I actually love to write. I enjoy writing even the most boring essays ONCE I GET STARTED. I can never start anything, which is usually why I never do anything. Needless to say, this semester is going to be make or break for my collage career. Either I am going to soar and fulfill my dreams or I am going to crash onto the rocky path that leads to working at Chick-fil-A my entire life.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Honestly. . .
If college was a guy, I would have kicked him in the balls by now.
If college was a girl, I would leave a mean note and a bottle of Midol in her locker.
But as usual, the problem is me.
Not college.
Poor college, I blame everything on you.
How do you become motivated? How do you actually make yourself get off the couch and go write a simple two page paper? How do you stop wanting to quit every day?
(The question really is, "How do I?")
I have forgotten how.
If college was a girl, I would leave a mean note and a bottle of Midol in her locker.
But as usual, the problem is me.
Not college.
Poor college, I blame everything on you.
How do you become motivated? How do you actually make yourself get off the couch and go write a simple two page paper? How do you stop wanting to quit every day?
(The question really is, "How do I?")
I have forgotten how.
Friday, October 8, 2010
You can stop worrying now. I did not fall of of the face of the Earth!
I have the same problem with blogging that I do with keeping a journal and a lot of other things in life: If I am not perfect at it and if I don't keep it updated, then I feel overwhelmed with all of the things that I think that I should talk about that have happened in my "absence" so I just put it off and never end up doing it.
Here are the major highlights:
1. I got married!
2. I got a job at Chick-fil-A!
3. We got a dog!
4. I totaled my car! (That exclamation point just wasn't as fun as the others. . . I was completely unharmed and no one else was involved, except for a light pole but it was unharmed as well.)
Each of those deserves a post or two each and hopefully I will write more about them, but for now I am just checking in because I want to get into the habit of blogging. I love to write. I just convince myself I don't have the time because I waste so much time doing pointless things, like checking Facebook five times a day even though nothing has changed. Anyway, my point is that you will be hearing more from me!
Here are some wedding pictures!
Awww!
I loved my hair. . . and that guy too!
See you soon!
Here are the major highlights:
1. I got married!
2. I got a job at Chick-fil-A!
3. We got a dog!
4. I totaled my car! (That exclamation point just wasn't as fun as the others. . . I was completely unharmed and no one else was involved, except for a light pole but it was unharmed as well.)
Each of those deserves a post or two each and hopefully I will write more about them, but for now I am just checking in because I want to get into the habit of blogging. I love to write. I just convince myself I don't have the time because I waste so much time doing pointless things, like checking Facebook five times a day even though nothing has changed. Anyway, my point is that you will be hearing more from me!
Here are some wedding pictures!
Awww!
I loved my hair. . . and that guy too!
See you soon!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Stressed
AD;LKFJAS;DLKFJASDL;KF
The above is an expression of how I currently feel.
It has very little to do with getting married in eight weeks either.
And regardless of how sarcastic that sounded, it wasn't.
I'm going to stop now before I sound like the negative kind of person I don't want to be.
This is where I am going to marry my best friend. It's going to spectacular and that is only the beginning!
The above is an expression of how I currently feel.
It has very little to do with getting married in eight weeks either.
And regardless of how sarcastic that sounded, it wasn't.
I'm going to stop now before I sound like the negative kind of person I don't want to be.
This is where I am going to marry my best friend. It's going to spectacular and that is only the beginning!
Monday, June 21, 2010
An Interesting Observation
My dad loves TobyMac. Exactly how a fifty-four year old white male, who hates baggy pants and hats worn backward, came to be obsessed with this hip-hop artist is beyond me. This idiosyncrasy provided the opportunity for the perfect Father's Day present, however, because on June 19th Chris Tomlin and TobyMac stopped in Little Rock on their Hello Tonight tour. The concert was great. I loved it, every one else loved it, and, most importantly,Dad loved it. This post though is not about my dad, Father's Day, or even Christian music. It is about the adorable couple who sat in front of us.
They were probably in their late fifties and the man had white fluffy hair. They were both a little plump and seemingly normal people. When TobyMac and the band started to play some of the more up beat songs, the husband started dancing with his wife. He was getting pretty funky! He kept hugging her and holding her hands and moving his ready-for-retirement body. I didn't realize this until later, but the thing that most amazed me was that she was enjoying all of this. She wasn't embarrassed or telling him to leave her the heck alone. She was having as much fun as he was. This happened not just once or twice, but throughout the entire concert.
Since I was an objective bystander, not their child or youth group member, I found this to be intriguing rather than embarrassing. Here are these two people, probably after kids, financial issues, loss, and who knows what else, still obviously in love. Because they are both human I know that they have fought and screamed and hated each other, but they are still together. Their connection couldn't have been more obvious.
All my life and especially these last few weeks, I have observed the couples I know. I don't like this about their relationship. I don't want to do this. Shoot me if I end up like that. This couple though sparked the opposite response. I want what they have. I want to be head over heels in love after I have been married for twenty-five years. I want to have that much fun with my husband.
So whoever you two are and wherever you may be, I salute you!
They were probably in their late fifties and the man had white fluffy hair. They were both a little plump and seemingly normal people. When TobyMac and the band started to play some of the more up beat songs, the husband started dancing with his wife. He was getting pretty funky! He kept hugging her and holding her hands and moving his ready-for-retirement body. I didn't realize this until later, but the thing that most amazed me was that she was enjoying all of this. She wasn't embarrassed or telling him to leave her the heck alone. She was having as much fun as he was. This happened not just once or twice, but throughout the entire concert.
Since I was an objective bystander, not their child or youth group member, I found this to be intriguing rather than embarrassing. Here are these two people, probably after kids, financial issues, loss, and who knows what else, still obviously in love. Because they are both human I know that they have fought and screamed and hated each other, but they are still together. Their connection couldn't have been more obvious.
All my life and especially these last few weeks, I have observed the couples I know. I don't like this about their relationship. I don't want to do this. Shoot me if I end up like that. This couple though sparked the opposite response. I want what they have. I want to be head over heels in love after I have been married for twenty-five years. I want to have that much fun with my husband.
So whoever you two are and wherever you may be, I salute you!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Finally!
I do not even know how to begin to describe how crazy wonderful my life has been since I last wrote.
This past month has gone by so fast.
I finished my first year of real college.
One year past since I graduated high school.
One year past since I was in a terrible wreck that ended a life.
I got a began and finished my first real job: an enumerator for the U.S. Census Bureau.
I felt depressed.
I felt alone.
Everything stressed me out.
As always, I made it through. It didn't kill me. Obviously. Jesus was right by my side. He was pulling me toward brighter days.
Oh yeah, I also got engaged.
Don't freak out. You read that right. I know, I know, the last ya'll knew I was flying solo. My goodness, things have changed though.
I will write again soon telling you all about this boy!
This past month has gone by so fast.
I finished my first year of real college.
One year past since I graduated high school.
One year past since I was in a terrible wreck that ended a life.
I got a began and finished my first real job: an enumerator for the U.S. Census Bureau.
I felt depressed.
I felt alone.
Everything stressed me out.
As always, I made it through. It didn't kill me. Obviously. Jesus was right by my side. He was pulling me toward brighter days.
Oh yeah, I also got engaged.
Don't freak out. You read that right. I know, I know, the last ya'll knew I was flying solo. My goodness, things have changed though.
I will write again soon telling you all about this boy!
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