I’m happy to report that I’m…well, happy! :) Practically giddy.:) Look at me; I’m affixing smiley faces all over this blog post.
During the final days of my mental slump last weekend, my mom astutely noted, “You’re not motivated because you’re not happy; but everything will start coming together this week.” Most people hate to admit when their mother is correct, but I’m not one of those people (because my mom usually is correct, and in this instance she was dead on).
Summer classes finished, with honorable grades? Check.
Exciting new (and final!) semester about to start? Check.
Best friend in the whole world back from a 7-week trip that took her around the world? Check.
Moving in with said best friend for remainder of summer? Double check.
A handsome, wonderful boyfriend in the process of a monstrous, long-haul drive back to Salt Lake (and more importantly, to me)? Check!!!!!!!!!
Allan Chalmers said, "The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."
And I've got all three.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Tempest
I think I am experiencing teenage angst late in life. At our family party last night, I’m fairly certain that my relatives were afraid to get near me. My brave cousin Kris ventured over to where I was and cheerfully informed me that my feelings of rage/wrath/ire against the world were blatantly clear based on my facial expression.
Typically, I have a sunny disposition. This ‘seething thunder’ temperament is new for me, and has been going on for a couple weeks now. I don’t know who or what rained on my parade to set it off, but I’m hoping for the calm in the storm to come in the next few weeks. I just have to try to get through this squall and wait for the rainbow that comes after it.
Typically, I have a sunny disposition. This ‘seething thunder’ temperament is new for me, and has been going on for a couple weeks now. I don’t know who or what rained on my parade to set it off, but I’m hoping for the calm in the storm to come in the next few weeks. I just have to try to get through this squall and wait for the rainbow that comes after it.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
You can't blame the horrific moodiness on me; it's called Being Female.
When your internal reproductive organs commit Seppuku suicide once a month, then we'll talk.
Caught "READ" Handed
Some friends and I recently inaugurated a book club; current membership totals 5, possibly 6, hopefully increasing monthly. Considering how voraciously I’ve been reading this summer, I’m glad that this establishment will guarantee the continuation of reading in the name of enjoyment. I'm excited to select which book we read when it's my turn!
The majority of my repertoire is composed of the abiding classics. My particular favorite is Brit lit, but lately I’ve been delving deeper into the banya of Russian literature; they are the kind of books you have to sweat out, but you feel profoundly refreshed once you’ve finished them.
Reading is my escapism. The existential world of fiction was not crafted directly by God, and yet it has many of the same (and often greater, because the there are no physical limits) awe-inspiring characteristics as the world we live in. It is the ink of printed words, not blood, which flows through the characters’ veins and gives them life. It is the pages that capture with rapture our attention, pulling us into exotic or even mundane scenarios where we participate as silent witnesses to a panorama of humanity unfolding. Reading is magic and chaos neatly pressed between two covers. I love it.
The majority of my repertoire is composed of the abiding classics. My particular favorite is Brit lit, but lately I’ve been delving deeper into the banya of Russian literature; they are the kind of books you have to sweat out, but you feel profoundly refreshed once you’ve finished them.
Reading is my escapism. The existential world of fiction was not crafted directly by God, and yet it has many of the same (and often greater, because the there are no physical limits) awe-inspiring characteristics as the world we live in. It is the ink of printed words, not blood, which flows through the characters’ veins and gives them life. It is the pages that capture with rapture our attention, pulling us into exotic or even mundane scenarios where we participate as silent witnesses to a panorama of humanity unfolding. Reading is magic and chaos neatly pressed between two covers. I love it.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Pyromantic
Initially, when you meet a special person, sparks will fly. I think love is a lot like a novelty firework:
-All it takes is one little flame to set off a whole explosion.
-It's not something you can experience every day.
-It isn't easy to find the exceedingly high-quality ones.
-The end result ignites all of your senses.
-It can be cheap, costly, or even illegal.
-And yes, sometimes it can burn you.
I'm a pyro. I'm a romantic. I love fireworks. And I love love.
Happy 4th of July!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Leer/Lire/Lesen/Leggere/Ler/ прочитать/讀
2009 Summer reading conquests (thus far):
Anna Karenina, Tess of the D’Urbervilles, Lady Chatterley’s Lover, The General in His Labyrinth, The Clan of the Cave Bear, The Principles of Sustainability, How to Solve the World’s Problems, The Idiot, Unlce Tom's Cabin, Little Dorrit, The Poisonwood Bible, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, Hot, Flat and Crowded: Why We Need a Green Revolution--and How It Can Renew America, Drood, Water For Elephants
Anna Karenina, Tess of the D’Urbervilles, Lady Chatterley’s Lover, The General in His Labyrinth, The Clan of the Cave Bear, The Principles of Sustainability, How to Solve the World’s Problems, The Idiot, Unlce Tom's Cabin, Little Dorrit, The Poisonwood Bible, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, Hot, Flat and Crowded: Why We Need a Green Revolution--and How It Can Renew America, Drood, Water For Elephants
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