February 28, 2011


Hey guys, I'm sorry I never posted last night.  (Actually, I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a week)  I've been busy with lots of before-spring-break class work.  (This is my last week of classes before a week off!)
However, here is my previously Sunday-Thankful list, which is going to be Monday this week because I'm a horrible blogger.

~Irish Potatoes - I wait all year for these things, and every February/March I eat my weight +some in them.
~Friends who have Netflix when I have to watch a movie for class
~Warm days that are creeping up on me
~Umbrellas and, as much as I loathe them, rain boots.  (I used to love rain boots.  However, it has rained a lot this season in my opinion, and I'm sick of wearing them. But they keep my feet dry)
~My dorm's close proximity to EVERYTHING, not just on campus, but also in town
~Britta water filter - I drink a lot of water in a day,(when I'm not drinking Pepsi, that is...) and that thing gets refilled at least 2-3 times each day because of me refilling water bottles.  

What are you thankful for, loves?

February 20, 2011

Sunday, Sunday

Sunday Thankful-List
*Yummy granola bars*
*surprisingly warm days in the middle of February that make you forget that it's February*
*youtube - which allows me to watch Boy Meets World*
*weekends, to sleep in and spend time with friends*
*that feeling when you do well on a test you thought you'd done badly on*
*that feeling when you think you might finally know what you want to do with the rest of your life...or at least what you want to major in* 
(here's hoping to that wonderful feeling when you actually declare)
I hope you all had a wonderful weekend filled with sleeping-in, good friends, and some hot tea when it cooled back down again. I'd love to hear about it!

February 17, 2011

Little Darling

Days like today put music in my head, happy songs that make me dance my way to class  and sing out loud when I'm back in my room.  I just want to sit out on the quad and stare at the perfect blue sky!  It's so gorgeous outside, so here is my post for the day...
Go outside!
Enjoy the beautiful day, because chances are that after this weekend, it will disappear again until April.  
"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter.
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
And I say, it's all right."

February 14, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day

First, I would like to say that I believe the weather today was a miracle/gift from St. Valentine.  It was in the 50's today, and is only supposed to get warmer (60 degrees) on Friday.  I was ready to dance when I went outside and realized how warm and sunny it was!!  As long as it stays this warm, I promise some photos later in the week!!   
For now, here are some Valentine's Day photos :)
Coming out of class this morning, I was handed this flower from a group on campus who was handing them out to students in the academic quad. :)  It made me smile!

And then my parents and my brother sent me this.  Isn't it so pretty?  (It's also quite tasty)

I hope you all had a great day (I'd love to hear about it!), and if not - tomorrow will be better! I promise!
Happy Valentines Day to all of you lovely readers, and thank you so much for reading/taking the time to comment. It always makes me smile! :)

February 13, 2011

Weekly Gratitude

I know I'm cutting it close tonight, guys.  Sorry about that - today hasn't been the greatest, and I've spent most of the day with a few of my friends here doing homework and the like.  Tomorrow will be better.

So anyways, this week I'm thankful for:
*friends who are there when I need them, and surprise visits from friends at home*
*hot tea and my adorable mug*
*pretty nail polish from my Christmas stocking*
*long literary magazine meetings with fun people*
*sweaters and blankets*

Happy Valentines Day to those people who are celebrating, and to the rest of you, I hope you have a great week with lots to be thankful for!!

February 10, 2011

More and more lately, I've been craving tea instead of my usual hot chocolate.  I'm not sure why, but the other day I got a bunch of Lipton and put it in storage (in a cute little cup thing) in my room.  I know Lipton isn't the best, but for now, I'm enjoying it. 
Also, on a side-note, I absolutely adore this mug!  My grandmom bought it for me, and gave it to me over the weekend.  Isn't it so cute?  

The rest of today is fairly uneventful:  Pilates with a friend of mine in an hour, and then an Italian test tonight.  

Buongiorno! Come stai? Sto abbastanza bene.


February 9, 2011

Have a Little Faith in Me

I've always been a big fan of Johnny Depp, and I have to say, I think this is my absolute favorite of any role he's played.  I am in love with this movie, Benny and Joon, and by extension, this song.  I've had to listen to it at least once every day.  Usually more than that....
What's your favorite movie, loves?  Do you have a song you haven't been able to stop listening to lately?

February 6, 2011

Thankful Sunday

*yoga pants and Uggs (soo comfortable!)*
*41 degree days*
*that feeling you get when all your work is finally done*
*lovely  blogs  that I love reading. (check both of those wonderful pages out!)*
*music.  I could not live without it.  (this is an idea Alivia  suggested in a post a couple of weeks ago.  Trade mix-CDs, anybody?)*
*Einstein's Bagels right on campus*

Join us on our Weekly Gratitude Quest, won't you?

February 2, 2011

Early Spring?

Today is a very special day for me:  Groundhog day.  Every year, Punxatawny sees his shadow, and we settle in for 6 more weeks of winter.  This year, however, the groundhog did NOT see his shadow, and though I'm sure this is because of the lack of sun we'v been suffering for at least a week now and most likely only proves that winter will NOT be over in 6 weeks, according to the myth, Spring is coming early!!

Maybe Mother Nature will take mercy on us, and indulge our little stories....   Please Mrs. N?  I'd really love to see the sunshine....


February 1, 2011

Some Writing...

So even though we've only had the class twice so far (including today), I have a 3-5 page story due for Creative Writing on Thursday.  I finished writing this yesterday (or the day before....this weather has made me lose track of time...), so I'd love some feedback before I turn it in, and find out it's terrible.  So basically, if you comment, I'll love you forever.  Be my best friend?  Thanks!!!! <3

"What's for dinner, Marje?"
It was a simple thing to ask, and Bill didn’t even consider the ramifications of asking it before the words spilt from his mouth, because it didn’t occur to him that there could be any ramifications to such a simple question.  Every day, since the night after their wedding, he’d asked the same question just around four-o-clock and today, of course, was no different.  At least not for Bill it wasn’t.
 For Margaret though, perhaps this was just the last straw, hearing her husband ask her this for what was likely the millionth time in their eighteen years together.  Perhaps it was the nonchalant way he asked the question, as if she had at any point that day said to him or alluded to the suggestion that she was going to prepare dinner that night, or as though he had no reason to believe that maybe he should make it for a change.  Perhaps it was that while he sat on the couch watching the television without a care, she was in the kitchen cleaning, just like she had done every day since the morning after they’d moved in together.  For eighteen years she’d taken care of him as though that was what she’d promised to do in their wedding vowels all those years ago.  And for eighteen years he’d let her, never once thinking that it was possible that he should take care of her for once. 
For eighteen years, Margaret had forfeit the life she’d always wanted – the road-trips, the new home in the quiet neighborhood, the parties the entire block was invited to, the job she’d spent so many years in school for, and outings with her friends had all been left as second to her husband, because she foolishly thought that one day she’d be able to pick it all back up again, just like an old book, and she’d be able to start over again right where she left off.  Instead, eighteen years later Margaret was still here cleaning up after a man who insisted on remaining a little boy, a man who never stopped to realize that his wife had expectations as well, and that perhaps it was his turn to forfeit a dream of his in exchange for a dream of hers. 
Then again, it was possible that he'd done nothing wrong, at least not this time.  It was possible that Margaret was just incredibly tired from eighteen years of marriage to a man whom she'd stopped loving thirteen years ago.  It was a long time to spend with a person whom you have no desire to waste even a second of your day with, and whom you certainly don’t want to wake up next to every morning.  Perhaps it was simply all the frustration that she’d let build up for entirely too long, bottling it in and apologizing when what she really wanted to do was to scream as loud as she could for letting him take the best years of her life away from her.
Whatever it was though, Margaret stopped what she was doing.  She'd been in the middle of taking a bowl out of the cupboard, and as he said this it fell to the floor, breaking into a million irretrievable pieces that briefly reminded her of their marriage.  As she bent to pick up what she could and he remained on the same chair watching the football game without even turning to make sure she was alright, just as he had every day for as long as she could remember knowing him, she suddenly stopped. 
This wasn’t the life Margaret had dreamed of.  Spending her days cleaning, and catering to a forty-three year old man with no backbone or reason to continue living was not what she’d bargained for when she’d said “I do” all those years ago.  When she’d put on that white gown, Margaret had been filled with dreams and hopes and expectations, and over the span of their marriage it had all evaporated like a puddle of water that nobody pays much attention to as they pass over it. 
What Margaret wanted was a reason for her to live - someone who wanted to make her happy, not who wanted her to make them happy.  She wanted to remember what it meant to enjoy life, or just time to figure out what a marriage was supposed to be, because surely this wasn’t it.  Nobody would dream of a life like this one the way that little girls dreamt of their wedding day.  Nobody would dream of spending their days monotonously cleaning up after a man they can’t bring themselves to care about for even a second, or of falling asleep next to a man whose mere appearance was bothersome.  Perhaps it was a late start and possibly even a little unwarranted in the current situation, but at this point she was beyond a care and she certainly didn’t have the capacity to care for what this would do to him.
Something had flipped a switch inside of her, and Margaret was suddenly very exhausted with her current place in life.  She wanted nothing to do with the stack of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, or the load of permanent press that needed to be moved to the dryer before it started to smell.  She wanted to forget entirely about the bathroom floor that needed to be cleaned, and the living room rug that needed to be vacuumed.  Most of all, she didn’t want to ever be reminded of the pot roast she’d just slipped into the oven, of the unanswered question her husband had just asked her.
Standing back up and leaving the broken pieces of their wedding china on the kitchen floor, Margaret turned and walked out the back door, leaving it swinging behind her while her husband sat in the house they no longer shared, unaware that she wasn't going to be coming back this time.  
Originally, this was a half a page long short short story I wrote, and I loved it, so I used it as the basis for my story for class.  However, I'm not sure how I feel about this version.  (FYI, it's 3 pages, double spaced)
Thanks again for reading :)