Blog #3

So...I'm sitting outside. Just thinking...my favorite thing to do at 2am! Feeling the breeze(and a bit lethargic!) and just chillling out and being connected with the environment.Perfect time for blogging...right? Not that it's a requirement or anything...
The initial change of a season is delightful! Yes...delightful. Ha. I really enjoy the feeling of going into a new season. Autumn is my favorite. Something about the crispness of the air. Kind of bitter-sweet. A cool kiss. Like a stick of winterfresh. Not quite the numbness of ice. Just enough to leave ya fresh. And alive. And kind of floaty.
In thinking of this, I wonder why it is so hard for us to adapt to other changes while some changes make us kind of ...I dunno...euphoric? What does the change as something as simple as the season mean? Not just about the weather. Does it mean that we too can somehow start over? We can mold ourselves differently and have a new slate? Is that why we are mostly open to this sort of change? I deem it plausible to think so. With that in mind, are other changes then particularly difficult because we are challenged in some way? We are forced to show our true colors? Afraid to venture into murky waters?

Fall.
The air smells like a time when funnel cakes and candy apples intertwined with resonating giggles. Childhood. A time when we upchucked from spinning ...arms wide...head to the sky. When blood wasn't rare, but was derived from true physical trauma...beginning from the outside and creating melancholy within. A cut or scrape. The trauma of just being a child.
Now sometimes the sadness begins from within and eventually finds its way out ya know?? And we start spinning and beg for some way to stop. The days of being a kid were merely blissful. Innocent to the World. Just going through the day to play. No worries of hurting or being hurt.
So, two different feelings from the crisp air. Perhaps I should become one with mother nature more often. :-)

Blog #2

I'm getting used to being at MC. Things seem to be getting a little better for me. Maybe it just takes some people more time to get into the swing of things. Being able to accept surroundings is a key in becoming comfortable.

My birthday was Thursday. My wonderful friend, Caroline, paid for my lunch at Newk's (Thanks!!) Ann-Carter threw me a surprise party in her dorm. It was great! I wasn't expecting her to do that...really. Her roommate baked me a strawberry cake, which was delicious. Annie, her sister, and their mom got me a ticket to go with them to the Reba and Kelly concert in November. I'm pretty excited about that. Now I have something to look forward to. So, all around, I had a pretty nice day!

I came home for the weekend. I relly didn't want to, but my nana kept insisting that I come home. I think someone is missing me. Haha. I think she gave that I second thought when I handed her my laundry bag. When I was driving back into my town, I realized that I kind of missed it. I never thought that I would say that...ever. But I guess that is part of going away from home...learning what you do and don't like about being somewhere different than you're used to.

Blog #1

Well, it's Friday night and what joy I am experiencing at this very moment. I'm so overpowered by the enthusiasm of my weekend that I decided that I would blog... :-/ My roommate has left for the weekend and I have the room to myself (no complaints.) In sitting alone in the room I guess I've had some time to reflect on my experience here at MC. Well, I've had time to reflect on just about all aspects of being away from home.

I'm not sure that I'm enjoying being in college all that much.!?! The classes are okay. The teachers are fine. There are nice people. The..um.."food" in the caf...well, let's save that for another day. Anyway, I'm just not too overjoyed about being in college. I mean, seriously, it is what it is. I didn't enjoy the sugar coated aspect of welcome week. I can only be chipper and cheeky for so long. Dorm life is nothing short of nausea inducing. (In some ways that I'd rather not discuss. ha.) It's just that...I feel like I'm at camp. Let's all link arms and sing "Kumbaya!"
:-D....I'd rather not. It's hard for me to make myself be giggly and goofy when I'm not. Wow, in reading this I sound extremely pessimistic! Maybe that's where I am at this point. I am okay with that. I'm just used to being alone and being very independent in all areas. I was raised by my grandparents basically as an only child, so I have always observed things through a kind of mature/wise perspective.

I do enjoy being able to go where I want when I want. Although, it was like that at home too. Atleast here though if I happen to be awake at 2am and feel the sudden urge to drive to Wal-Mart (?) I can. I have become severely independent in my driving! At home, my grandparents were always uneasy about me driving in "large places." It may not be very safe to drive random places, but I always find my way back and teach myself about where places are! I'd much rather figure it out than try to listen to a million different people. Besides, I don't always know exactly what I'm looking for until I find it. Ya know? That's enough excitemet for now.
peace