From the Admissions Desk.
I have always wondered what this would feel like...
Elation.
I have always wondered what this would feel like...
Elation.
Still Breathing Weezing.
Those of you who check this blog on a daily basis are probably wrenching your hands by now, losing your patience, thinking to yourselves, Why won't she post? Can't she see I'm in agony? Dear Lord, please post again!
At least, it tickles my fancy to think you would behave that way. What is a "fancy" and how can it be tickled?
You might wonder why I haven't posted. You might not have, but just the same, I'll explain. We flew to Seattle last Thursday for Easter weekend. My family is greater than ever. Seattle was rediscovered. And Stephanie is the best thing since the mini iPod.
We returned yesterday morning. Unfortunately, I managed to catch the flu from my brother, and I now sit, medicated and slightly miserable. Somehow, Andy makes everything feel much better just by saying, "I'm going to buy you some 7Up and chocolate ice cream, okay?"
"Okay..." as I melt.
If you'd like to read more, please put in a request. As right now, my head is too clouded to provide any deep thoughts or revelations. Thanks to all who continue to read. You amaze me.
Those of you who check this blog on a daily basis are probably wrenching your hands by now, losing your patience, thinking to yourselves, Why won't she post? Can't she see I'm in agony? Dear Lord, please post again!
At least, it tickles my fancy to think you would behave that way. What is a "fancy" and how can it be tickled?
You might wonder why I haven't posted. You might not have, but just the same, I'll explain. We flew to Seattle last Thursday for Easter weekend. My family is greater than ever. Seattle was rediscovered. And Stephanie is the best thing since the mini iPod.
We returned yesterday morning. Unfortunately, I managed to catch the flu from my brother, and I now sit, medicated and slightly miserable. Somehow, Andy makes everything feel much better just by saying, "I'm going to buy you some 7Up and chocolate ice cream, okay?"
"Okay..." as I melt.
If you'd like to read more, please put in a request. As right now, my head is too clouded to provide any deep thoughts or revelations. Thanks to all who continue to read. You amaze me.
Michelle is so awesome and gave me an interview.
As requested. Photos from the wedding. Enjoy!
A wedding that cannot and will not be replicated. Sorry, but if you intend to have your wedding in an abandoned wearhouse, cheese puffs as an appetizer, and a man dressed in a donkey suit... Well... I'll just call you a copycat.
Congratulations, Tamara and Beau! It was unforgettable, as I'm sure you're already aware.
Congratulations, Tamara and Beau! It was unforgettable, as I'm sure you're already aware.
It's really hard to feel like yourself when you're going through so many changes. What you felt, thought, believed in before your whole life got turned upside down seems like miles away and you keep racing to catch it, but it gets exhausting.
I lived with Amy for a year before I moved out here. I paid rent and a variety of bills and I loved it. I complained about them every now and then - "Why is our cable bill so high this month?! WHY?!" - but all the time, I would think, Being able to drive to the grocery store at 3:00 in the morning for no other reason besides being in the mood for orange soda is so awesome.
It depends on what you grew up in. If you grew up with a lot of freedom, no curfew, no restrictions (relationally or economically), then moving out and taking on a butt-load of responsibility is going to be more that just a wake-up call. But if you had to be home every night by 1:00 am and were repremanded for falling asleep at a questionable hour, once you get to be 18, 19, 20 years old, you start to ache for the freedoms that come with financial independence. The latter was my situation.
Somewhere in the middle of this, I realized I'm just repeating the words of everyone else who's written about this aspect of life, but I still feel like sharing. I claim no originality in this post. I'm just saying, "This has been what it's like for me. Take from it what you will."
Let me impress upon you - the difference between moving out then and moving out here now is grand in scale. I moved in with Amy and we shared everything. Rent, television, phone, utilities, groceries - we each paid our share. Also, where we lived was a mere 15 minutes from my parents' house. So if I ever needed to go home, wanted to go home, whatever, then I could. Out here, it's been different. All the bills have fallen on me and me alone. I live by myself, so every responsibility I have is for me to take care of only. I'm also 2700 miles away from my family. There's no "going home to visit whenever I feel like it" under these circumstances - this is something I took for granted and could have never come to appreciate until I moved far enough away to realize how nice it truly was.
So, everything that's happened since I moved to Tennessee has been, in a few very descriptive words, shocking, life-altering, humbling, and jarring to the very core of my being. However, I've reached a point where I'm telling myself, "Enough already. You don't like this, so make some changes."
The definition of insanity is repeating the same thing over and over, expecting different results. We all know this.
Now, I don't really know where this post is leading. But to cut to the point, I'm just going to say that I'm going to be making some changes to my current situation. I'm not sure what they all are yet, but that doesn't matter completely. What matters is having the desire to make things more functional, more manageable, and create a greater sense of security than I've been feeling for the last several months.
First change? The place I live. This apartment is bland and muted and I won't take it any longer than I have to. So when my lease is up, I'll be moving out. Somewhere with color. And character. A place whose walls remind me that I have a pulse and that I am not, by any means, just another person stuck in a cubicle.
I'm different, and I aim to live that way.
I lived with Amy for a year before I moved out here. I paid rent and a variety of bills and I loved it. I complained about them every now and then - "Why is our cable bill so high this month?! WHY?!" - but all the time, I would think, Being able to drive to the grocery store at 3:00 in the morning for no other reason besides being in the mood for orange soda is so awesome.
It depends on what you grew up in. If you grew up with a lot of freedom, no curfew, no restrictions (relationally or economically), then moving out and taking on a butt-load of responsibility is going to be more that just a wake-up call. But if you had to be home every night by 1:00 am and were repremanded for falling asleep at a questionable hour, once you get to be 18, 19, 20 years old, you start to ache for the freedoms that come with financial independence. The latter was my situation.
Somewhere in the middle of this, I realized I'm just repeating the words of everyone else who's written about this aspect of life, but I still feel like sharing. I claim no originality in this post. I'm just saying, "This has been what it's like for me. Take from it what you will."
Let me impress upon you - the difference between moving out then and moving out here now is grand in scale. I moved in with Amy and we shared everything. Rent, television, phone, utilities, groceries - we each paid our share. Also, where we lived was a mere 15 minutes from my parents' house. So if I ever needed to go home, wanted to go home, whatever, then I could. Out here, it's been different. All the bills have fallen on me and me alone. I live by myself, so every responsibility I have is for me to take care of only. I'm also 2700 miles away from my family. There's no "going home to visit whenever I feel like it" under these circumstances - this is something I took for granted and could have never come to appreciate until I moved far enough away to realize how nice it truly was.
So, everything that's happened since I moved to Tennessee has been, in a few very descriptive words, shocking, life-altering, humbling, and jarring to the very core of my being. However, I've reached a point where I'm telling myself, "Enough already. You don't like this, so make some changes."
The definition of insanity is repeating the same thing over and over, expecting different results. We all know this.
Now, I don't really know where this post is leading. But to cut to the point, I'm just going to say that I'm going to be making some changes to my current situation. I'm not sure what they all are yet, but that doesn't matter completely. What matters is having the desire to make things more functional, more manageable, and create a greater sense of security than I've been feeling for the last several months.
First change? The place I live. This apartment is bland and muted and I won't take it any longer than I have to. So when my lease is up, I'll be moving out. Somewhere with color. And character. A place whose walls remind me that I have a pulse and that I am not, by any means, just another person stuck in a cubicle.
I'm different, and I aim to live that way.
You can always tell when Easter approaches. The stores are decorated in pale greens, yellows, blues, and pinks. Prepackaged baskets with candy, a stuffed bunny, and green, plastic stringy-like stuff adorn the shelves. People are sporting new, seasonal haircuts. And Cadbury Eggs are not to be ignored.
I eat one every year. Only one. I ate it tonight. Purchased it when I found an orchard of them at Books-A-Million. I can't help myself. I don't know why I don't eat two. I don't know why I don't eat two dozen! It could be that my digestive system can only stomach one over a 365 day period. I'm serious! If ate one more, I'd be sick!
And I can understand why the Cadbury Egg turns people off, grosses them out, repulses them, etc. However, the people that hate them, do so for the same reasons that people love them. A milk chocolate shell filled with sweet gooey stuff - all the makings of something you can either love... or hate.
I almost didn't want to get it tonight. It's not like I'm obsessedcrazypsychoinlove with Cadbury Eggs, but I thought, It's just one. So I indulged in my own yearly obsession. Yet again.
And those of you who just love or hate Cadbury Eggs, feel free to say how much. We all know how much you want to say it... It's okay. Go on. Go ahead, you have my permission.
I eat one every year. Only one. I ate it tonight. Purchased it when I found an orchard of them at Books-A-Million. I can't help myself. I don't know why I don't eat two. I don't know why I don't eat two dozen! It could be that my digestive system can only stomach one over a 365 day period. I'm serious! If ate one more, I'd be sick!
And I can understand why the Cadbury Egg turns people off, grosses them out, repulses them, etc. However, the people that hate them, do so for the same reasons that people love them. A milk chocolate shell filled with sweet gooey stuff - all the makings of something you can either love... or hate.
I almost didn't want to get it tonight. It's not like I'm obsessedcrazypsychoinlove with Cadbury Eggs, but I thought, It's just one. So I indulged in my own yearly obsession. Yet again.
And those of you who just love or hate Cadbury Eggs, feel free to say how much. We all know how much you want to say it... It's okay. Go on. Go ahead, you have my permission.
These two inspire me to follow through my natural desire to be creative in everything. This is their wedding invitation.
Thought: How many times have you thought of someone from your ancient past (I'm talking, early grade school years) and wondered what they're up to? Has it ever struck you that they may have wondered (or still do) about where you are and what you're doing these days?
Update
Well, it seems that I have finally discovered a church I can call my own. It's called "Tennessee Valley Community Church" and it takes place in the same venue as the place I play the open mic every Tuesday. I went to church in a movie theatre before. I go to church in an acoustic cafe now. Doesn't matter where it is, it's the body that's important. And I could tell that the message and the fellowship will be exactly what I need. At long last!
I've had a bit of ant trouble in the last few weeks. Sugar ants invaded my bedroom, seeking sugar coated anything and they invited all their friends. I called the main office and complained, so they sent out a man to spray, however two days later, they were back with a vengeance. So I decided to take the matter into my own hands, headed down the street to the Family Dollar and bought ant traps and $2 bug spray. My bedroom now looks like a battleground of tiny, lifeless soldiers. To be safe, poisonous land-mines remain, armed and ready to destroy the enemy, should they try invading again.
Music discovered: Arcade Fire, Eisley, Regina Spektor, and every album Radiohead ever released.
The "best friend" I have, besides Andy, is Norma, from work. She's about 35 years my senior, but on the inside, she's even younger than I am. Our cubicles are across from each other and without her, I think my day might seem twice as long. She's just awesome and I felt like sharing.
It snowed. On the first day of this month. Big, fat, uber flakes. That, I also felt like sharing.
Our friends, Tamara and Bau, are getting married next weekend. Andy and I were invited. The invitation was the most amazing, creative thing I've ever seen. They photocopied the word "love" from the dictionary and collaged random pictures of each other, as well as old photos of couples from history and enclosed each invitation with a safety pin. The best part? It's a costume wedding. We'll be in costumes. Do NOT worry! I WILL take pictures!
Andy and I saw the movie Sideways. Leah, don't see it. There's a live penis involved. I almost couldn't handle it myself.
Lee University invited me to a campus tour this Saturday. I went and was not given the tour because I knew the campus already. So the counselor and I discussed my admission and it appears that I'll be starting school in August! It's about 99% certain. I'll pursue a degree in Communications with an emphasis in journalism. Every time I talk about this, I end up doing some sort of dance. Even right now.
I think that's about it. I mean, there's more stuff, but...
Ah! Here's a list of random things going through my mind as of late:
- childhood memories, ie. sitting outside with my sister, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut in isosceles triangles, throwing one across the lawn and shouting, "It's Super Sandwich!!!"
- popularity in the blogosphere: why does it exist when bloggers consist mostly of random, average people living random, average lives? Why do readers find some bloggers so fascinating? ie. I miss Jason Killingsworth.
- how did I get a job in credit and finance when I'm so terrible at math?
- I should go on a diet. No, I shouldn't. Yes, I should. No wait, no. Wait, yes, yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. No. Yes.
Well, it seems that I have finally discovered a church I can call my own. It's called "Tennessee Valley Community Church" and it takes place in the same venue as the place I play the open mic every Tuesday. I went to church in a movie theatre before. I go to church in an acoustic cafe now. Doesn't matter where it is, it's the body that's important. And I could tell that the message and the fellowship will be exactly what I need. At long last!
I've had a bit of ant trouble in the last few weeks. Sugar ants invaded my bedroom, seeking sugar coated anything and they invited all their friends. I called the main office and complained, so they sent out a man to spray, however two days later, they were back with a vengeance. So I decided to take the matter into my own hands, headed down the street to the Family Dollar and bought ant traps and $2 bug spray. My bedroom now looks like a battleground of tiny, lifeless soldiers. To be safe, poisonous land-mines remain, armed and ready to destroy the enemy, should they try invading again.
Music discovered: Arcade Fire, Eisley, Regina Spektor, and every album Radiohead ever released.
The "best friend" I have, besides Andy, is Norma, from work. She's about 35 years my senior, but on the inside, she's even younger than I am. Our cubicles are across from each other and without her, I think my day might seem twice as long. She's just awesome and I felt like sharing.
It snowed. On the first day of this month. Big, fat, uber flakes. That, I also felt like sharing.
Our friends, Tamara and Bau, are getting married next weekend. Andy and I were invited. The invitation was the most amazing, creative thing I've ever seen. They photocopied the word "love" from the dictionary and collaged random pictures of each other, as well as old photos of couples from history and enclosed each invitation with a safety pin. The best part? It's a costume wedding. We'll be in costumes. Do NOT worry! I WILL take pictures!
Andy and I saw the movie Sideways. Leah, don't see it. There's a live penis involved. I almost couldn't handle it myself.
Lee University invited me to a campus tour this Saturday. I went and was not given the tour because I knew the campus already. So the counselor and I discussed my admission and it appears that I'll be starting school in August! It's about 99% certain. I'll pursue a degree in Communications with an emphasis in journalism. Every time I talk about this, I end up doing some sort of dance. Even right now.
I think that's about it. I mean, there's more stuff, but...
Ah! Here's a list of random things going through my mind as of late:
- childhood memories, ie. sitting outside with my sister, eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut in isosceles triangles, throwing one across the lawn and shouting, "It's Super Sandwich!!!"
- popularity in the blogosphere: why does it exist when bloggers consist mostly of random, average people living random, average lives? Why do readers find some bloggers so fascinating? ie. I miss Jason Killingsworth.
- how did I get a job in credit and finance when I'm so terrible at math?
- I should go on a diet. No, I shouldn't. Yes, I should. No wait, no. Wait, yes, yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. No. Yes.
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