Archive | February 2012

An Oscar Disappointment

I am very sad that I was unable to watch the Oscars last night like I had hoped. Of all the nights that the campus TVs could have decided to rebel against a vast array of bored college students, it had to be last night.

At least Gilmore Girls just so happens to be 85% of my DVD collection. Thank you.

At this time next week, I will most likely be sleeping. At least, I’ll be in my own bed at home with no vacuums or loud neighbors or stress to wake me up.

This week will be conquered.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

Midterm Approaching

I find myself at a loss for words this morning. I woke up in a sort of daze, I guess you could say. Maybe I’m in denial about the semester being almost half over.  Can you believe how fast time is flying by?

I guess I should probably make sure I pass chemistry.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

Top 10 Reasons Why Weekends Are “The Bomb”

  1. Today, I’m going to see The Vow and prepare to become extremely angry at whoever turned my novel into a movie without asking my permission.
  2. Today, I’m going to make it through another chemistry lecture, which means there will be one less chemistry lecture that will increase my already likely chances of developing carpel tunnel.
  3. Today, I’m going to stay up late and it won’t matter because I have nowhere to go tomorrow.
  4. Today, I’m going to stalk possible incoming freshman. For a purpose.
  5. Tomorrow, I’ll have time to run.
  6. Tomorrow, I’ll have time to catch up on homework.
  7. Tomorrow, I’ll force myself to work on my exegesis.
  8. Sunday, I can sleep in.
  9. Sunday, I get to go to church!
  10. Sunday, I get to watch the Oscars.

Diary of an Early Riser

The more you find yourself waiting, the easier you’ll find it actually is. The more patience you’ll have. So maybe waiting, whatever you end up waiting for, will benefit you after all.

It amazes me sometimes, the sounds I hear early in the morning when I can’t sleep. I sit at my desk and, when I take a break from whatever I’m doing to rest my eyes, listen for anything that will break the silence that is the sleeping, darkened world. I hear trains, mostly, and sometimes (actually, all the time) I hear trucks and people working on the rec center. This morning, I heard a hair dryer. Who dries their hair at five-thirty in the morning?

Then again, who wakes up at 3:45AM to finish their homework?

I’m okay with being out-of-the-ordinary, as long as it means I can be happy about it.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

What are You Sacrificing?

Lent has begun. What are you sacrificing this season?

I’ve logged off of Facebook and deleted the app from my phone. I haven’t chosen to give up Facebook because everyone else is doing it, or because I still have Twitter and blogging and who really cares? I’ve chosen to sacrifice Facebook for the next 40 days because I have better things to do with my time, like sifting through the devotional book I bought after chapel today.

It’s been a stressful semester so far. I don’t say these sorts of things to complain, and surely not for sympathy: I have been stressed more in the past two months than I ever have before. I had to turn down an invitation to read a paper at the Sigma Tau Delta national convention because of everything academic that I would have missed. Since we’re on the subject of sacrifice, let’s emphasize that with invisible quotation marks.

No one really ever has much to complain about, even though complaining is a way for many of us to release some of the stress that has built up inside of us throughout the course of a day. I chose to add a second major; I chose to take as many credit hours as I possibly could just so I can graduate on time. It’s no one’s fault; it’s how it has to be.

From now until Easter, don’t think about what you’ve given up. Think of the reasons why you’ve chosen to give it up at all (if you’ve chosen to, I suppose). No, giving up Facebook isn’t that big of a deal. But I like chocolate, and giving it up wouldn’t be much of a sacrifice.

I could give up homework for Lent, but then I would have to drop out of school.

Not cool, man.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

I Don’t Usually Take Naps…

Have you joined my countdown to The Hunger Games yet? I’m so excited! If we could skip ahead to March 23rd for just a few hours, I’d be a much happier citizen of District 7.

It’s too bad that I consider cutting down trees a deadly sin.

I just woke up from a two-hour nap (starting, of course, at 6:15AM) and feel completely dead. I should have been studying chemistry instead, right? Right? I was supposed to only sleep for an hour, but alarms are mean and it’s warm under there.

At least it’s Tuesday, which means starting at 9:30 (about an hour from now) I won’t get a break until about 8:00PM tonight. Great, right? I love double-majoring…

Love&hugs, Meg<3

Back to Bed

There are always those moments when you realize that you can’t go back to sleep, that you’ve already woken up and it’s time to start the day.

And then there are those moments when you realize that you don’t care.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

Ten Tips for Staying Awake in Christian Scriptures II

  1. Obtain a large blended caramel latte with an espresso shot. Drink slowly.
  2. Chew gum.
  3. Doodle in margins of notebook when lecture content is irrelevant.
  4. Jesus is awesome. Write it 50 times.
  5. Underline important facts in notebook with a different color pen.
  6. Think about how much you want an A.
  7. Pretend the exegesis assignment is canceled.
  8. Draw a picture of Jesus in a boat. Make sure He’s smiling.
  9. List off the 12 disciples.
  10. Recite the New Testament books in the possible order in which they may have been written.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

 

Sometimes I Imagine I Am a Marathon Runner . . .

This morning, I woke up at 6:30 (not intentionally) and decided to go for a run. As I was having a metaphorical heart attack on a treadmill, I realized that if I ran every day, there wouldn’t be a sharp pain in my chest every time I cranked out a mile and a half before 7:30AM.

I’ve come to the conclusion that making the time to exercise makes life a little more tolerable. After all, there’s nothing wrong with taking your anger out on an elliptical machine. Its feelings will be more hurt if you ignore it as opposed to abusing it. It likes the attention.

Treadmills, on the other hand, are out to get you. Don’t trust them.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

It’s Friday, Friday…

Why are Fridays so multi-personalitable?

We wait all week for them to get here, but when they finally do, we realize that we actually have to get through them, too, before the weekend finally starts. And then, before you know it, the weekend is over. And we have to wait for Friday again.

To me, Fridays mean no homework, a relaxing, pajama-filled evening, and burning calories.

Today, Friday means the Food Safety and Sanitation state exam. I am ECSTATIC!….

Also, there are chicken nuggets in the cafeteria. Om nom nom.

Love&hugs, Meg<3