The Only Way to Go is Up

the only way to go is up

Sunday, September 4, 2011

this is getting sad

This labor day weekend is like heaven. I have had moments to recollect my sanity. Lots of those glorious moments of sanity. Moments where I didn't have to think about my sleeping schedule, my eating schedule, my homework schedule. Now that I know my schedule after an unexpectedly grueling week, I know what I need to do. My calendar is streamlined, homework is done, bathroom is clean. I feel like me again. Not a limping invalid working in overdrive, just to keep from yelling at people, "LEAVE ME ALONE, THIS IS HARD." Its hard for me to get anywhere, its hard for me stay awake, its hard for me to get my homework done the way I want it done. But this weekend, is what I needed. Its going to continue to be difficult for me to blog continuously. I am in class for 18 hours a week. Ideally, this means that, for every credit hour I should be spending two to three hours outside of class studying. At first I laughed at this suggestion, but its something I gotta do. I've also struggled with what I want this blog to be. Particularly that I want people to read it haha. Like, I think maybe that I should make a recipe blog because I'm a foodie. But, I'm also a college student and I have no kitchen. Then, I think I should talk about my music and concert adventures or my running or my crafting or, more recently a blog talking about my experiences through premed undergrad. and eventually onto pa school or med school, because there aren't very many. I think that limiting myself to one of these aspects of my life, would be cutting my blog short in some way of who and what I want to contribute to it- myself. Of course, if I just keep blogging about how lame my blog is, I won't have anything to worry about because then really no one will read it. :)


In the mean time, get excited about this!!! September 20! Its getting close.


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Monday, August 15, 2011

things that have been stewing in my head but weren't meaty enough for a whole post


Firstly, To OBU girls:
I've been hesitating posting this for a while because I don't want it to be whiny or like a desperate attempt at screaming to all my hallmates last year as "Don't LEAVE ME!" but, I honestly don't know how many of you read this and it wasn't written to be taken that way, so here it is.
In my early high school years, I had a group of friends. A pretty big group. And conflict always arose around which ever smaller group was hanging out more. Nobody was allowed to be closer friends with anyone in the group without someone getting mad. This just wasn't the way I worked. I prefer a close person. Its easier to talk about things, with one person than a whole group. Its easier to please one person than a whole group. Yet, I love change, and variety, and people. So when I got to college I discovered this giant hall (and others in WMU) full of different and wonderful people. And they weren't all people that I understood or had much in common with, but still, it worked. It was polite society at its best. There were few long and complicated histories between people so it was a fresh start. We all smiled at each other in the halls and said "hey!" BUT THEN:: (*Disclaimer: Before you read the next sentence I want you to know that I don't blame it all on how many people from my hall last year joined a sorority. I made decisions to do other things as well.) Honestly, I know people not in sororities complain about sororities a lot, but they really did steal a community from me. Even somehow in the people that didn't join, those people found other things to do. Instead of "making a community" they turned community into something that has to be bought, earned, and joined into exclusively. I hope I don't make a bunch of haters with this, all I want is next year to be better than the last- with you. Yes, I have my closer people and you sorority girls have your special things that you do. But one thing I loved about college was a big long table of friends-close and not close-, out to dinner, laughing, loving life. You may not think I brought much to that table, but you brought a lot to that table for me. 

Next, here are some random things.

1) Check out this story to see how much of a creeper I am... I follow people. On twitter. So this one person I do not know posted a link to a blog of another person I do not know. And that blog has changed my life. For the better. Since finding it, I have read all 291 of her blog posts. Most of them in a row, like a book. And like a book, her story, and the characters in it, wrapped me up in their lives. I knew these people for the brief moment that the book was in my life. Only its not a story to her. It is her life. I cried. Several times. The things that this woman has been through, and is still going through are very sad. But what's more than that are the beautiful words she still uses to describe a life that she still finds overwhelmingly joyful.How she praises her God through it all. Loves her husband and her kids with all she has. I wouldn't do justice to her story so read it from the first and second link, and then read the rest of her blog if you please.
http://www.littlegreenpastures.com/2010/01/about.html
http://www.littlegreenpastures.com/2010/03/our-story.html

2) Up until a few months ago, it wasn't even something I knew I wanted to do. We all know I like love to run. And at New Years I started to like road races. But, I've told people before that, even as a runner, I have absolutely no desire to probably ever run a marathon. It may be a rite of passage, and a very emotional experience and all that, but, after running for a while, I know what it feels like. I know what three miles feels like. I know what four miles feels like. I know what six miles feels like. So why in the heck would I want to know what all of those added together TIMES TWO would feel like?! My point is, that I don't. Yet anyway. I am however, running a half marathon.
(This was part of a draft I wrote a while back. I was planning to run the Route 66 Half in Tulsa on November 20, but surgery has changed that plan. Now, I'm either shooting for February or May. )

3) I am very much a night person. Some people are just built that way. I don't know if I am one of those people, but I do know that I have acted like I was since I was a child. Since I had older sisters, I was usually sent to bed before them and everyone in the house would still be up when I had to sleep! SO UNFAIR. My parents usually watched the ten o' clock news in the living room and I had a system to get in on the fun. My door squeaked, so I knew my mom would hear the noise if I got up. I would go to the bathroom right by my bedroom. I made a show of shutting the bathroom door loudly and locking it. Then, I waited a few seconds before I would open the door THEN flush the toilet so they could hear it down the hall. After that I would just squeak the bedroom door open and then shut again and then I was free to sneak down the hall. I really do not remember how often I did this or how often I got caught. I don't even know how old I was when I finally stopped. (It probably wasn't until I was old enough to get a later bedtime!) All I know is that I'd stand at the end of the hall and watch the news (that I did not care about) on the tv in the opposite corner of the living room, thinking I was sneaky. I would stand there until my legs would start to sway because I was sleepy, so I'd sit down. I'd either get caught or get too bored and go back to bed myself but all I wanted was to stay up late. And really, thinking back, my funnest memories were often at night. We used to make our own doughnuts. We used to build forts and have my dad tell us ghost stories that mostly made us laugh hysterically instead of being scared. Even when I was really little, I remember serious talks at bedtime with my mom and sisters and sometimes my dad. One Saturday night a storm was rolling in and I wanted to stay up to hear/see it. My dad suggested that we all sleep on the porch. What a brilliant idea right? Not really. Melissa wasn't having it. And I remember my mom and Stacie staying out there for a while but neither intended to stay there as I remember it. Our porch really wasn't very big, so the only reason I went along with it was probably because I hadn't gotten smarter than my dad yet. So we did. We slept on the porch, through the storm and we went to church the next morning. Our blankets were wet and I remember waking up to my dad telling the neighbor why we were on the concrete outside the house in the rain. I don't know why I just remembered that, but memory works in funny ways. I was looking for some sort of way to tie this story back into something meaningful in my life but all I can say is that the story in itself is meaningful to me. Plus, I mean come on, did your parents let any of YOU sleep on the front porch in a thunderstorm? Didn't think so

Now, I like to think of a random object sometimes for my journal and see how long I can write about it. Boring? Yes! Relevant? Maybe.
"Planners" is the subject here.
      Flipping through my planner recently, I realized how strange it is to place an entire year's events onto a few pages and have that actually be a year. How small and manageable it seems compressed into a little booklet. If only that calendar were an accurate measure of daily changes, decisions, the little events that make life great and messy and silly and sad. It'd be an interesting thing to see those things flashed back to you every year. Instead it only reminds me of the things that I had to do that day, the things that are of little consequence to me now. I always keep my planners, thinking I'll want to see the important dates that I underlined 8 times and the days that I started countdowns to a hundred days in advance. I've kept them all since 7th grade. With the exception of senior year, because, let's face it, I really didn't do anything in school that year. I have gotten my new planner for this school year. I suspect it will keep me a little saner, but Lord knows I'll still make list after list in addition to the planner so, still not everything will be in one place. Sigh. If only all of life could be organized into a planner. On second thought, that would be pretty boring wouldn't it? ;)

Sunday, August 14, 2011

I wrote this in my journal a while back


Hey, I’m Andi.
I freak out easily.
About good things and bad things.
I use Vaseline for a variety of reasons everyday.
Its very multipurpose.
I like to dance about.
Sometimes I daydream.
About a song,
a smell,
a memory,
an item in a retail store.
Then, before you know it,
I have concocted an entire delusional life plan
around whatever it was.
I hate the top sheet on a bed.
I always kick it down.
I have a Savior.
I really do.
I so often fall short of my responsibilities
to Him.
Still, it’s not about what I have done.
I love to craft beautiful things out of ordinary things.
Sorta like a hipster would do.
If, you know, perhaps they became as cool
as me.
People often say they are “blessed beyond belief”
and such.
But I actually really am.
Like I seriously do not get it.
No two days should be the same.
I have a passion for women’s health and wellness.
I’m a big believer in:
how a little understanding goes a long way,
doing nice things for people whenever you can,
a lot of laughter.
If I tease you,
it is because I love you.
I like to move forward, get places, and be busy.
But, I also enjoy an occasional silent moment alone
to write,
or think,
to listen to music,
or watch some occasional low quality reality series.
There is no plural for the word series.
My favorite moments usually include one, or a combination of:
(in no particular order)
my family, Zach, girl friends, shopping, food, music,
talking to a stranger (in a public place of course), board games,
learning something fascinating, making a new friend, running, my bed.
I think that being healthy
and in a good state of fitness,
will enhance your life.

I wish my life was so many things.
I want to be so many things.
I wish I did a lot of things that I am not doing.
I wish I did not do some of the things that I do do.
But this- right now-
Is my life.
And I just happen to love it.
I love getting there, and being here, 
whether it’s against all odds,
or with all the help in the world.
And, it doesn’t really matter in the end, because
My prayer is still and will always be:
To God be the glory for it all. 

Monday, July 18, 2011

Rest Assured

     So pretend like you're me. You blog on May 30. With EVERY intention to make this a blog-ful summer of your good times and hardships that aren't really hardships at all and your painfully unexciting whereabouts. And then you look at your watch one day and realize that you've been so blissfully busy, and at the same time, not really that busy at all that you haven't even blogged once at all and it is already July 18th! These, dear friends that actually read this (and mom), are the shoes I wear.
     I attempted to blog, I swear I did! You can look at my drafts and word documents. But I always end up taking my sweet little life and turning into to something long and serious and rambling and it becomes something that I don't feel like will have a lot of resonance with anyone else. So I just save it.
I guess I should tell you what I've been up to this sweet sweet summer time.
     I got my wisdom teeth out. My sweet friend Caitlyn took care of me while I was on drugs. I smeared my bloody spit all over her window, whilst high. Bless her.
    I built a patio. It was very warm outside. I dug the dirt and transported it, by wheelbarrow, to a low spot in the yard that always collected water before and now it doesn't and it is completely covered in beautiful grass now! BONUS! Then it got a little hotter. I shoveled load after load of gravel out of my dad's truck and laid it on the rectangle I dug out. Then, I repeated the process with sand. DID I MENTION IT WAS FRICKIN HOT? Then we decided on a beautiful, but most difficult pattern and started to lay bricks. Pick up a hot brick, chip the concrete off of it. Set the hot brick on the hot sand, pick up a hot mallet and pound that puppy in. Repeat for 300 square feet. I gotta admit, it was fun. Fun in a hard work, is this ever gonna end kinda way. I sweated through shirts. I came in with sand in my hair, on my face, in my shorts, everywhere. And like so many other things that require hard work, it was rewarding when it was done. But it was hot. I also "bro tanked" a few shirts. Girls, its as close to not wearing a shirt but still wearing a shirt as we are ever gonna get. I have now salvaged at least five t-shirts that I would have otherwise thrown away. Yay! Now I run in them. They give my rib cage a nice little breeze the faster I go.
Here's a picture from when I was pretty much done.

     I read some books. Nothing spectacular to speak of, but for some reason, much like how I was committed to blogging this summer, I swore I would finish the new Sarah Dessen book that came out this summer but I just haven't gotten around to it. Its really good. I just cannot sit still.
     I had my first gynocological experience, which did not scar me in the least. Which is good, because it means I can still possibly work in that field.
     I went to the lake and camped out for a day with friends from high school. It was nice, relaxing. It felt like a very summer thing to do. We made s'mores and chatted about the glory days.
     I have hung out with my BFF Dani a couple times, not nearly enough though. We've come a long way from walking our route to quiktrip every day in the summers but we still have fun no matter what we're doing. Whatever it is always involves caffeine of some sort and shopping. We're both clothing addicts!
    The next thing(s) I did involves some background. When we moved into this house, it was junk. We gave it new life. And I would consider it finished now. Mostly. Things like the patio, got left out for a later time though.  My sweet parents put so much time and money and effort into making this home beautiful. So it was kind of an unspoken thing that I wanted to do this summer, was tie up the loose ends. There was some grout in the kitchen that hadn't been scrubbed off. Some places needed touch up paint. The laundry room and my room needed base board and caulk. The spare bedroom/craft room became a place to put things that we didn't know what to do with. As did the garage. So I organized the garage and the back bedroom, put in base boards, painted trim, scrubbed things (all with help). I wanted to do these things 1)because they drive me crazy, 2)because I wanted to earn my keep around here, 3)because I know that they wanted these things done as much as I did but its just tedious to do things like that after a full workday. I'm pretty proud of what I have done. I still have a couple things to finish up before we can safely say that the house no longer needs any actual work other than just upkeep and maintenance, but it is very very close.
     I have been crafting! Back in April I made this apron hook out of a hanger and an old book for my little mama. At first it reinspired the scrapbooker in me, but I have since decided that that is much too expensive for a college student. I now take crap I find around the house and make stuff! ITS WONDERFUL!
Here's the hook almost done haha. I just had to glue the flower onto the hook you see on the left side. Maybe I'll actually take a picture of my finished products someday.
     Then I made these pom poms flowers for a little decoration in my dorm next year. Can you guess our colors? They wouldn't freaking rotate because I had to upload it straight from my SD card.

     Then, today (my mom and) I made a tote bag out of one of my dad's old dress shirts! It was super easy. Easy enough that we even added pockets and buttons and braided the handles. You will be able to see me sporting this bag starting this fall at OBU! Get excited! 


      I love it! We also made a cover for the cushion of the little laying bench I am making with my dad so we can have a place to sit! Aren't we a handy little bunch of Hills?!
     I have been experimenting with natural beauty products this summer. I didn't wash my hair for three weeks! And I was also running (meaning sweating) EVERYDAY. I just used baking soda and apple cider vinegar once a week. And I never used any kind of hair product. I found my hair to look absolutely wonderful- it was thick and pouffed just right, and didn't look greasy at all but it did FEEL rather greasy. My reasoning: Shampoos strip the dirt off, yes but they also take the sebum off your hair, which contains the nutrients your body makes to help it stay healthy. I stopped because I just wasn't used to feeling the oil and I wanted to see which I liked better. I think I'll keep doing a mixture of actual shampoo and not washing for a while. I made my own deodorant and toothpaste too and it is exponentially cheaper but it has no scent or flavor. (Which is why I still have a store bought kind of each.) I have also found that my face is well on its way to sun damage. I started putting vaseline on at night and sleeping in it. If you can stand the greasiness, you should try it. My skin is so soft in the morning and no pimples! My face tends to be dry though. Use caution if you're oily!
     I watched my nieces for a week. THEY EAT SO MUCH FOOD. Looking back already, I can say that it was a fun week so it wasn't too emotionally scarring. I'm just glad I don't have to do it. I'm glad that I am their aunt. I love them like nobody's business, we can hang out and have fun like friends would,  and at the end of the day they can always make me laugh.
     I have my very own ATTORNEY. Its not under the most ideal of circumstances of course, but I still have to admit it was a pretty cool experience.
     I went to the podiatrist. Apparently, I'm biomechanically retarded and my first metatarsal is cattywompus, causing my toe pain. And I have bunions. So I get screws and plates put in and a full bunionectomy. Hopefully soon!
     Before that happened, I committed to running a HALF MARATHON with my best pal Caitlyn. We were gonna shoot for November but thats all dependent on surgery now so we don't know when yet, BUT IT IS HAPPENING!
     I got a dog! And he has turned out to be a pretty good one. He potty trained quickly and aside from some licking and nibbling that still needs correction, he is exactly the lazy companion I wanted. 
He doesn't really look this sad all the time.

     I ran another 5k. It was far from my best but it was also far from an ideal day for me to be racing. My stomach just wasn't having any of that halluhbaloo.
     Zach and I, and all of our parents took a trip out to Porter for an evening and HAD A BLAST. I ate a corn dog and a funnel cake and it was exactly what I wanted. We walked around until we saw everything and then we found the most wonderful sort of trashy redneck thing I have ever experienced. ---MUDBOGGING!!! Seriously its a mudpit and they time these monster trucks going through it. Mud flings everywhere. And if I had been born into a trashier, drunker, farming family a little more down south, it might just have been my most favorite thing ever. 
     I shadowed my pediatrician. I watched baby after baby get shot after shot. I ran a CBC on a teenager with headaches. I looked at a sinus xray. I love the medical field. Probably not pediatrics though. 
     I was worried that summer would lack purpose for me, with no real job, no earning of a degree in the works. I like sleeping in and having nothing to do, but after a day of doing nothing, I don't like it. I regret doing nothing. Its a waste. So, while it hasn't been the most glamorous of summers, and I have spent a lot of time at home, I feel good about it. I've been doing things. I haven't been slothy and sluggish. I've been living the dream, and I am very very happy at things right now.
     Phew. I am sorry that was so long. I am seriously impressed if you made it to the end. I promise I WILL WRITE MORE OFTEN. I already have another idea. :) 



"The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace."



     




Monday, May 30, 2011

Just Read it Anyway

So no matter what you been through
no matter what you into
no matter what you see when you look outside your window
brown grass or green grass
picket fence or barbed wire
Never ever put them down
you just lift your arms higher
raise em till’ your arms tired
Let em’ know you’re there
That you struggling and survivin’ that you gonna persevere
Yeah, ain’t no body leavin, no body goin’ home
even if they turn the lights out the show is goin’ on



So I went on a run. I know I've talked about it before, but blah blah blah. (insert some cliche about doing my best thinking while running.)
Every run has something to overcome but my entire running story, even my story of the past couple years is a story of victory. Its a story of blessings, overcoming obstacles, changing, and deciding, loving, and believing.


First let me talk about this particular run's obstacles. 
1) I ate a good amount of pretzel m&ms, (which are so so good) before my run and I fought several regurgitations of it along the way.
2) The run was after midnight.
This has several problems in itself. 

  • I took my phone, per my mom's request, which is a hassle.
  • I also had to promise to stay close. This is a problem because I was planning on five miles, which on foot, how close can that be if an emergency was to arrive? But I did stay in the neighborhood sort of.
  • Also, after midnight, every tree becomes a person and every person out after midnight, naturally, is a rapist ready for a taste of my salty skin. Every car driving past has a gun, ready for a drive-by. And every light is a search party out to find me for stealing Gregory Lazarowitz's highlighter in the second grade. It makes the run interesting I guess, feeling like an outlaw/victim. I like to think on these runs that I could hold my own should someone attack, but you never know
3) I hit road construction outside of my neighborhood where the only places to not run in the middle of the street were deep dark grass (presumably full of snakes), and deep dark tractor ruts just ready to twist my ankles. I did sort of feel cool running on this not quite road. The term trail blazer came to mind. I could very possibly be the first person to run on this new surface, paving the way for others to come.

Anyway, most of these obstacles were easy to overcome and I cracked myself up a couple of times with my thoughts of poisonous snakes, and debating whether or not pretzel m&m puke would be good enough to eat again the second time. (I'm probably a lot funnier to myself than I am to you people.)

Then I see my running shadow up against a privacy fence. 

She has my profile, my ponytail, my nose, the outline of my flappy shorts, but none of my weaknesses. I can't see her scars, her shortcomings, I can't see any proof on her of the days she didn't run. She just runs. That's all I see of her. 

The shadow reminds me how well I've gotten to know my body. I know its limits, and I can push beyond them. She keeps going. Because I make her. 

From this, I've learned I have the same control over my mind. I won't let my mind decide where my limits are. I am not afraid to approach tasks that make me uncomfortable or anxious, stressed out or panic-y because I get to decide if it has that effect on me, and what I do with those feelings.

As a future medical professional, I'd like to tell you to run. Run without an ipod. Just go run however far you can. If you know what you're doing, you can find exactly what your body wants on a run. Did you know that running increases your cell turnover rates almost everywhere in your body? For second hand smoke recipients, this means that your lungs can clean themselves of toxins virtually overnight. This also means healthier skin, hair, and nails. If you find that you have salty crystals on your skin after the sweat dries, YOU NEED MORE WATER. If you crave chocolate, you can eat chocolate for some instant gratification but what your body really wants is protein and iron. 

Look at the facts. Two and a half years ago I was a sickly 16 year old. I wasn't overweight but I felt blah. I didn't eat right. Then I ran. I ran through heartaches and joys. I ran with a team and now I run alone or with Zach mostly. I HAVE to eat better now, (my running stomach won't allow grease.) I lift weights. I can do a chin up. I can leg press 400+ lbs. My legs are sinew. I'm in the best shape of my life and I feel GOOD. 

Finally.







Wednesday, May 25, 2011

the doctor's doctor

It's summer. Which doesn't really mean anything for those of us who work year round at growing, learning, and working on things that are important to us. In some ways, I feel very exhausted about this summer, but its a good exhausted. The kind where I'll never be able to be bored. I'll have running, projects to work on, money to be made, people to see, and all of that means new experiences to have. Nothing super eventful or life changing has happened. So far but I do have one story to tell.

Things I've Been Loving On

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Ok here's the story.
 Today I broke ground on a project in the backyard. I'm doing my parent's patio. I'll let you know how it goes. Tonight I just took out some concrete chunks, and started to take some more dirt out. I'll have to pile in some gravel and then start bricking or putting in paving stones. This actually isn't really a story, I just wanted to let ya'll know how things work around here. 
Think of the greatest living expert of any subject. Say, like a world renowned surgeon. Now, who does that surgeon go to when HE himself needs surgery? I, personally, want the surgeon's surgeon to operate on me.
Now, when you common folk need your walls replaced, tiles laid, or say like a patio done, you call people like my dad. A contractor with a good reputation. But, what you should be asking is, "WHO IS THE CONTRACTOR'S CONTRACTOR?"
The answer is me. I am the person that the contractor goes to when he needs the job done right. Unfortunately you people cannot afford me and I wouldn't do it anyway. The end.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

the mermaid on my wall and other reasons I love to live

As many of you know, I hate to throw up.
vomit, puke, blow chunks, disorgement, barf, regurgitate, the dirty dog
Call it what you may, I despise the feeling.
Many people say they feel so relieved after throwing up that they just let it come, and don't really mind.
I am not so easily quelled. I do feel better sometimes when its over, but its not enough relief for me to forget the memory of throwing up, plus the anticipation of throwing up is often just as bad to me as puking itself.
Its just like "Oh, I'm going to wallow here right next to the toilet, anticipating my DEATH." Its awful.
But.
This post is not really about puke, believe it or not.
There's this feeling I get deep down, and its straight from Satan himself. I know it is.
I think about all the things I have to do, to get where I'm going.
"Do I really have to take Physics? CAN I even pass Physics? What if I fail?"
Even with running, something I love to do, I find myself saying,
"Can I really run EVERYDAY for the rest of my life, like I have been?"
It seems so exhausting. Its too much.
I panic. I can't do it. I can't do any of these things.
I can sit in my room, doing calculus, watch my hands start to shake, and get sweaty all over just sitting there.
I can act like the cosmic purpose of my being enrolled in calculus was to teach me that I can't do any of these things.
And then I could cry. Like I used to.
OR.
I can look at the mermaid on my wall. A piece of construction paper with a mermaid drawn in marker by my niece Macey. Its beautiful. What you don't see is on the back. Macey asked me to draw a mermaid. I can NOT draw at all but I attempted to draw Ariel. Its alright. I gave it to her and she flipped it over and started to replicate it all by herself. What resulted is the most alien looking, distorted mermaid with spiky red hair that you have ever seen. But I love it.
Because, when you look at her five years of life, how a second ago I had to stick my finger in her mouth to keep her from swallowing carpet fuzz. It would've been hard for me to think of the day when I could put a marker in that little tard's hand and watch her create something all her own.
I'm reminded that the anticipation is the worst part. It seems impossible. But you wake up everyday and think "This is never going to work." But then in a little bit of time, you start doing the impossible.
How I was dreading this semester because of calculus. But then I wake up and I'm four weeks away from it being over and I have an A in the class.
You just do it somehow.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Bloggability

Some slight alterations in my life have been cause for much concern.
They changed the shower curtains to clear.
The weather is cold.
My water bottle smells weird.
All of the deluxe mixed nuts are gone.
My stomach issues have come back, causing me to not have run very much lately.

All of this brings me into this next issue, which is blogging.
I'm not very good at it. I look at other blogs, and my blog sucks.
Its just become something I am not good at, so I usually avoid it.
Other people write about things that matter.
They do fun things, like go out and live on their own, or raise families.
I sit in a dorm and do homework and laugh at things that really no one else would understand.
I have fun, don't get me wrong.
I just feel like I'm not really at a very bloggable point in my life. Nothing's happening that would make a difference to anyone else's day.
I don't have any advice or words of wisdom to offer anyone. I didn't think of some new revelation today that I just HAD to share with the world.
I just live a life that's exciting and fun and completely insignificant, and I'm fine with that for now, because at my worst day, I still feel like I'm moving forward. I guess that's the beauty of being stuck in a place that was created for training you for your future (college).
And I guess its good enough.
For now.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Failing

Failing is liberating. Sometimes.
Failing can teach you something. Sometimes.
Sometimes.
But sometimes,
Failing
Is
Just
Failing.
Like my calculus test.
I flunked it.
I failed.
I studied and did the work and everything that was required of me.
And then I failed.
But.
Sometimes.
Failing is enough to put a smile on your face when your failure is above the class average.
:)

Monday, February 21, 2011

a little bit of math

There's math. And I hope I'm not speaking too soon about this. I have a test on Thursday, so we'll see.
Math is liberating in the most frustrating way. 
You have a problem.
And a set of rules to solve that problem.
My foundation in algebra is not that great thanks to public education, but I'm getting better while learning all these calculus functions.
By the time I finish an assignment, I have found comfort and accomplishment comfort in solving clean, perfect problems within a set list of constraints.
I find myself wishing other problems were so easy.




Tuesday, January 11, 2011

maybe this post will turn out to be universally applicable but its really only meant for my specific situation so

sorry about that.

I've got time. I have time to figure out the reasons that I should hold back from throwing myself wholeheartedly, all of my being,  into the things I want. So forgive me if I am not thinking of those reasons right now.

I don't want to think about what will hurt if it doesn't work out. I don't care about what I will miss in pursuit of these things. I'm talking about a determined feeling that I only get every once in a while. Something that can only be expressed as an aggressive "Get that."

Sometimes, you do it. You go for what you feel. You do it and you don't know why or how you did it, why you wanted it in the first place. And then you look back and see that THAT was the hand of God, guiding it, blessing it, showing you that this is what He wanted for you all along. Its hard to find the path that God wants for you by looking out into the world for a sign of what you should do. And its hard to find because He puts it in you, he makes you do things for a reason, disguising it as a "feeling" or a "drive." Its been there all along.

So that is what I will do.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

and yet...

I'm back at school again and in some ways it feels like I never left.
Its weird how much this place feels normal when about 5 months ago, I had no idea what it would be like.
Christmas break feels like a blur, when just two weeks ago, it felt like it was the only thing I was living for.
I feel like I'm learning so much, coming to so many revelations at once that I don't know what to do with any of them.
My drive back here was an interesting one because of this. Every song I put on, had something that I related to and I had a whole bunch of thoughts and things that I turned into determination to do certain things differently. Every song seemed to be exactly what my heart was saying and my mind was full of so many things that I have forgotten a lot of what I was supposed to do when I stepped out of the little world I had made in my car for two hours and got back to real life.
Sigh.

"Used to want time to run so quickly
Now crawling is fine
Cause the older I get the more
I see I need every moment
To let my roots grow down deep" - Jillian Edwards

Saturday, January 1, 2011

just a dream



There's all these memories in my mind, and I'm reminiscing the good times.
Smiling faces, sunny days, full of spirit and lacking in cares.
2010 was chock full of memories.
It was the year of my high school graduation.
The year of 9 needtobreathe concerts.
Weekends, birthdays, holidays, summer nights.
The year that love came and went, came again and went again.
A cheer to all the victories 2010 brought for me.
A year of sweet dreams, butterflies, holding hands, skipping, wind-in-your-hair kind of moments.
A year of my best friends and family.
A year of college nights, getting to know people of all different backgrounds.
Embracing, understanding, respecting, and loving the differences between us all.
The year I learned that I can do anything, get through anything, and come out stronger on the flip side.

I'd like to travel back down a few roads I came to in 2010, correct some mistakes, build on this past year to make the next one even better- but other than that, the year is tucked away, under my belt, and I look back on it with the fondest of thoughts and wonder what the next one holds for me and all the wonderful people in my life.