Almost Friday

Today was a puffy cloud day, and it was beautiful. I realized after my last class got out at 1:45, that I hadn't taken a good look at the sky all day. To rectify the situation, I spent a good 15 minutes in contemplation, just staring into the heavens. There's nothing so peaceful as the endless expanse of a blue sky dotted with white, cotton ball clouds in it. 

 

I just finished watching this week's episode of LOST. Is it just me, or has Sayid's accent changed now that he has the so-called "infection"? Also, Mac from "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" was on there! That was weird. 

Tomorrow is Friday, and I am soooo ready for it. I can't take any more Italian. Granted, it's not as bad as last semester (yet), but McLin has been completely mental this week. Speaking of la mia professoressa d'italiano, I wonder what she's giving up for Lent this year. She' a devout Catholic, so it must be something pretty good.

"Hatari" by Tune-Yards

A Room With A View

I've decided that the next place I live must have a window with a view, so when I'm sitting at my desk and writing wonderful things, I'll be able to look out and see beauty. It has to be a view that exudes inspiration.

Wednesday Musings

Windiest day ever -- that was today. The Weather Channel said the gusts were up to 25 mph, but they must've been higher. And it was cold. It was so cold I couldn't feel my legs through my jeans, and my eyes wouldn't stop watering. My poor hair didn't stand a chance either; it looked like a tornado had stopped by for a visit. At least it wasn't rainy though. That would've been unbearable, and I probably wouldn't have gone to class.

Since I'm blogging, it must mean I'm avoiding homework. I have to write my weekly response paper for my American Romanticism class, and today it's on "Walden" by Henry David Thoreau. The excerpt is about places he had lived and what he lived for. It's an interesting read, and I like the way he lived his life. I envy his freedom and wandering lifestyle, as well as his lack of attachment regarding material things.

One week from today is Ash Wednesday, which means Lent begins. I've decided to give up chocolate for it, so I have one week to binge before saying goodbye to it for 40 days.

Nature

Why does rain fall in droplets? Why not in sheets, or long lines, or star shapes?

Why is the sky blue? Why not green, or purple, or rainbow colors?

Why can't we see the wind? Where does it come from and where does it go? Does it ever just die, or is the same wind from 100 years ago still blowing today?

Today was a good day. . .

 

(I think yellow flowers are the happiest of flowers)

I think I aced my first speech in my Communications class.

I knew all the answers on last night's reading for Italian.

I got to see my bff for the first time in 2 weeks.

My room now has a doorknob again!

I did not lock my keys in the car.

The weather was very pretty.

My hair looked nice.

Also, I had a reaaaaally good cup of coffee this morning. 

"All is Love" from Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack:

Forlorn Milkshake

I have now had my first experience with locking my keys in the car. I would rather not repeat it. Ever.

Yesterday, I drove to Greensboro (which is 45 minutes from my house) in order to help my friend, Missy, babysit. On the way to her apartment, I stopped at Chick-fil-a to get dinner, and I thought I'd add a peppermint milkshake because I'd never had one before. Also, I'm pretty much obsessed with all things peppermint-flavored. It was not a disappointment--the milkshake was amazzzing. 

When I got to Missy's place, I got out of the car, shut the driver's side door, and walked to the other side to get all my stuff out. I tried to open the passenger's side door, and it was locked: with my purse, keys, laptop, coat, and worst of all my milkshake, inside. I had had, literally, two sips, and now it was staring at me maliciously from inside the car. I may have uttered a few words, that shall not be repeated, before stomping up to Missy's door. 

She graciously let me use her phone. 45 minutes later, my dad showed up with a spare key, and everything in the car was fine. . .except for my delicious milkshake. It was completely melted. It was a little heartbreaking, not to mention frustrating. 

I'm pretty sure that from now on, I will be obsessive about where my keys are at all times.

Avoidance

I realized today, that in an attempt to avoid writing my weekly newspaper article for The Carolinian, I write on my blog. Or, more likely, I rewrite the "about me" section. I may change one word in it or the whole thing, but I haven't made peace with what it says yet, even after having this thing for almost 5 months. I guess it just proves that a written work is never finished. For instance: Walt Whitman rewrote "Song of Myself" many times over the span of 15 years, and there are at least 3 different printed editions of it.

This week, I'm writing my newspaper article on TOMS shoes. I own 2 pairs and am getting another one as soon as the spring collection comes out. Their mission is "One for One." For every pair of TOMS purchased, the company gives 1 pair to a needy child, somewhere in the world, who has none. It's a great mission, but I always have trouble getting started on whatever I'm writing about.

"Strange and Beautiful" by Aqualung