25 February 2009

it'll happen. it's gonna happen.

Things have been passing strange recently.
I went home this past weekend so I could spend some time with my mom.  My mom had a date... that's weird to say.  It's not something that's really come up ever, not that I remember.  It's always just been my mom, my brother, and me.  So dealing with something new was an experience, to say the least.

I spent a lot of time with Katie, Adam, and David this past weekend, too.  That was good.  I guess I really needed some time to sit back and not think about the normal things.  I came back to school feeling much more relaxed about life than I did when I left it.

...probably not all good, as I skipped my SOC class today, lol.

The atmosphere at my old church in Jonesboro was... intense on Sunday.  A lot of unfortunate events have stricken the congregation there, and I got an email today about another.  A man I liked but really knew only through other people I loved took ill recently and passed away last night.  All this death just makes me feel... quiet.  It doesn't make me all that sad or upset (as I think it probably should...)... I just don't really know what to do with myself.  I feel like I need to do something, but I'm finding the motivation to start on the night's homework hard to come by.

I'm going to see my brother in Mississippi over spring break before I fly to Florida.  I decided this past weekend, and I'm pretty excited.  :)  I miss that kid.

There's probably a lot more I could write about... but frankly, I need to start on this work.
Cheers.
Nagyon szeretlek.

12 February 2009

Thank you, your grumpiness.

I met Malcolm-Jamal Warner today.
Talking to him was pretty awesome.
He was a remarkably well-spoken, genuine human being.
Hearing about The Cosby Show from one of the children's point of view was fascinating!  I'm so glad I got invited to go meet him.  <3.

09 February 2009

We have a surplus of individualism and a deficit of companionship.

I've noticed that it's the times when I most desperately need to get work done that I find myself sorely lacking in motivation.

...Sigh.

Today was a good day.  I managed to almost completely get through my first weekly walk/run routine this morning.  ("Almost completely" because I skipped one running segment near the middle of the course to keep walking and loosen out my muscles).  The course is actually a series of podcasts I heard about from Emily some weeks ago... with the aim of getting a beginning runner up to running 5k in 9 weeks.  Pretty cool, right?  I'm also working on getting to two hundred sit-ups in six weeks.

So while I've gained a bit of weight over the past semester and break, I'm getting the physical side of myself back on track for one of the first times since... well, it's been a while.

Almost had a small freak-out tonight while studying.  I'm just so distracted tonight... thinking about too many things.  I emailed Sephora about their new store opening in Little Rock this spring.  Hopefully they'll email me back.  I don't know if I'll be able to get a job with them, but it's what I need right now.  I have to start getting connections... and the whole vastness of my future ahead of me is more than a little daunting.  I know what I want, but will I be good enough to reach it?  Will I have enough ambition and spirit?

It was these questions (and many, many more) that made me lay my head down on my desk and breathe.  I have to keep telling myself that I have time.  I can do anything I want.  I don't have to worry yet.

Yeah, and then I remember that I'm telling that to someone who worries to the point of obsession about these types of things.  It drives people crazy, but it's the way I am.

07 February 2009

Céad Míle Fáilte

As usual, I need to go to bed.

This week was a rollercoaster, but it was more than I could have ever expected.

Last weekend was Derrick's birthday extravaganza.  We went out Friday and Saturday and had lots of fun in the process.  I got to spend some time with his friends and ended up liking them very much!  It was lovely to see Derrick, and I'm sad I couldn't get his present(s) to him on time... but it's true, he'll be getting his late like I did.  ;)



My favorite Irish friend, Niall, arrived in Arkansas Monday night.  It was all I could do to keep from tackling him when he walked out of Emma's house, and we saw him for the first time since July.  He came to class with me (Honors with Allison:  Issues in Global Economics and Environment), and I was pleasantly surprised to find he knew a lot on these issues.  He even participated in the discussion.

Dinner at Old Chicago, then we hung out at the Bear's Den afterward.  Got to see Dustin, which was almost as momentous as seeing Niall.

On Wednesday I had classes until late afternoon, but I was able to hitch a ride with a few people to Little Rock to spend some time with him.  We ate/had a couple of pints at the Flying Saucer and finished up at Willy D's...  And then he left, which kind of broke my heart for some reason.

I guess it just reminds me of all those times I had to leave people I loved behind in other places-- Hungary, for instance.  I'm trying very hard to get there for the last camp this summer, but after then?  Who knows if I'll ever be back.  And while I told Niall that I would without a doubt be back to Ireland, I don't know if I will any time soon, you know?  Who knows if I'll ever see him again.  He told Flo's husband that he'd never fallen in love with a bus tour group the way he fell in love with ours.  Everyone (well, you know, with the students at least).  Especially us four chicas -- Flo, Laura, Amber, and myself.  That really made saying goodbye to him harder, too.  We all love him and wish Ireland were a little closer.  Sigh.

Anyway.  That's what's been going on.  Classes are going well, but I feel like a slacker in all of them except for Stage Makeup, and that's the only one that I really care about.

Love.
Beks.