Monday is the only day of the week that has a consistent reputation for being downright “ugh.”
Normally, I cut myself some slack on Mondays. If it’s possible, I sleep in a little bit longer than I normally would; motivate myself without getting too excited…
Today, it was so warm out that I didn’t even need a jacket, and considering it’s January, which made me really happy. And tonight, my sister and I went to JJ’s to see Adam Hambrick sing acoustic at his last show in Conway before he moves to Nashville. (Because he’s all ~famous and writing songs for country stars these days.) And best of all, he sang my favorite song!
Oh, and I taught my almost 2-year old cousin “Ring Around the Rosy” on Saturday. I think we went around in a circle almost twenty times but it was so adorable how excited he’d get right before the “all fall down…” part.
Currently…I am SOOOO over cold weather and everything that comes with it. I’ll always be one of the people that prefers sunshine and 70s. I can’t stop watching Pitch Perfect and snacking on bowls of cherry tomatoes and green grapes and gearing up for the Super Bowl (plus the commercials and halftime show).
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10:17 pm • 28 January 2013
My first semester of grad school I lived in a big two-story Queenslander house with 3 Scandinavian boys. I found the room for rent online, met the owners the next afternoon and moved in the following morning. It was probably one of the most random and fulfilling decisions I’ve ever made. The guys were all younger than me but every day it felt like I was coming home from school to three older brothers.
Except for the time I had to go down to our laundry room and kill a giant tarantula spider.
Just about every night we would walk down to the local grocery store and pick out stuff for dinner and then come home and take turns cooking. There was no air-conditioning and only one bathroom. The washer was broke for almost a month. Our neighbors were loud and it took a ridiculous amount of time to get Dominos to deliver a pizza but we had a blast living together in that house.
Every once in a while we’d all argue about hogging the bathroom (it is ridiculous how much time guys spend in the bathroom!) or being too loud at night but for the most part it was one of favorite experiences I had while in Australia.
I remember when I made the leap of faith decision to go to school in Australia. Travelling across the globe, all by myself. Everyone thought I was crazy. I couldn’t explain why I needed this adventure but I also couldn’t find a good enough reason not to. I pretended it wasn’t that big of a deal, planned everything out and did it. I spent 25+ hours on a plane, arrived with a horrible case of jet lag and no phone. And it finally hit me. I realized just how brave I’d actually been. How stupidly reckless it was to leave my hometown and job and familiarities and give it all up to move 9,000+ miles away from everything and everyone I knew.
Then I became friends with my newly acquired roommates and realized I wasn’t the only “crazy” one…we’d all decided to be brave and do something outlandish and crazy. We figured out bus schedules. I would get in trouble if I walked home from campus at night by myself. We helped each other with homework and essays. Shared music and debated politics.
It was the first time that I realized that a master’s degree was just one of MANY things I came to Australia for. And frankly, the memories from my stay…are for more important than some silly piece of paper I have hanging on the wall. Because that diploma doesn’t say anything about the friendships I made and the experiences I lived.
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10:14 pm • 21 January 2013
This is just a test.
It’s 4AM and I am awake. I should have rolled over and willed myself to sleep hours ago but every once in a while my brain wants to to watch the clock change from 2 to 3 to 4 (sometimes 5).
Thinking, wondering, listening to be had while everyone else is fast asleep. I never have a choice in the matter, and in fact…all of those afternoon naps this past week should have been a clue. I knew it was too good to be true.
I recently learned how to use an eye-lash curler for the first time. And even though I will probably always find myself in t-shirts and blue jeans, I have found an odd sense of accomplishment every time I am able to curl my boring, barely-there lashes without making my eyes water.
Good thing I can’t remember the last time I went on a “real” date or the fact that I’m still not entirely sure what I want to be when I grow up…don’t want to confuse myself with too many “grown-up” adult things all at once.
“You won’t do it at the right time. You’ll be late. You’ll be early. You’ll get re-routed. You’ll get delayed. You’ll change your mind. You’ll change your heart. It’s not going to turn out the way you thought it would. It will be better.” {Kate Moller}
2:31 am • 20 January 2013
