Weeeeeeeee!!!

I finished my essay! I finished my essay! And it is only 2:36 in the morning. I am just so happy (more like hyper) that I had to share this insignificant piece of news with you all since everyone in my house is sleeping and cannot partake in this joyous occasion. (and yes, now that I am no longer the only person questioning my sanity I shall bid you goodnight)

I’M ON VACATION!!!! :D

I feel like a chicken with its head cut off

In the past 7 days, I have done:
- 1 test
- a clinical evaluation
- 1 group presentation
- 2 essays
- and 3 exams!
WHILE, still having classes to go to, normal homework to complete, duties as a small-group youth leader to fulfill, AND a bunch of other things that I am too tired to mention. AH!

I have one more essay that I have to write tonight, 40% of my ethical reasoning course. But my brain has said “That’s it! Do you realize how much work I have done for you in the past week!?! How little sleep I have gotten in return!?! Well, no more! I’ve had enough. I’m done. I quit!”, and then it up and left. Whimper.

How I am looking forward to reading week.

Valentines Day + 1

“What am I to you? / Tell me darlin’ true / To me you are the sea / Vast as you can be / And deep the shade of blue /
When you're feeling low / To whom else do you go? / See I cry if you hurt / I'd give you my last shirt / Because I love you so /
If my sky should fall / Would you even call? / Opened up my heart / I never want to part / I'm giving you the ball /
When I look in your eyes / I can feel the butterflies / Could you find a love in me? / Would you carve me in a tree? / Don't fill my heart with lies /

...tell me darlin' true / What am I to you?”

- Norah Jones, "What am I to you?"

February the 14th

I have never been one of those girls that HATED Valentines Day, but neither have I ever really loved it. Growing up I used to feel badly for my mom, seeing my father’s lack of effort in doing something special for her. So I would try and get my brothers in on a small plot to try and make her feel special. She was always grateful, but inside I still felt a profound sadness. There are too many people that go through the day, silence echoing louder than normal in the spaces where love should be found.

I am definitely not big on the whole consumer driven approach that our society advertises, which almost seems to convey that love must be (or can be) purchased. But beneath it all, the underlying purpose of Valentine’s Day remains: it is an open and very BLUNT invitation to show someone you care about that you love them.

...Oh wondrous affair that should be.

Apologies

For those who have actually returned to read my blog, I apologize once again for my distinct lack of posting.

I have been continuing in my unsurvivably busy life, trying very hard to find... something, to be someone, only to dishearteningly find myself grasping at sparkles dancing on the water’s surface, chasing a bubbling stream.

(and no, I don’t care if I just made up a word)