Life is good on the river this week. Things are great and being pretty much unplugged from the world has been WONDERFUL. If you ever get the chance to have no cell and basically no internet for a week, take it. Seriously, do it. Best thing ever. Sometimes I forget how much I love Texas until I get to places like this. :)
Today was one of those sad realization days. I hate to pack. HATE it. I know you may be thinking that is a strong word, but let me explain this abhorrence (it feels better to use big words. It might be a defense mechanism, but now, you think I'm a smarty pants, and who hates that?). I'm in college. I try to do laundry once a month. Maybe. If I get around to it, then it gets done. I collect t shirts. This is why I am able to do this wonderful, wonderful procrastination. It actually makes me second guess my diesire to one day have children. I hear from Moms (including my dear lovely mother) that laundry NEVER ends when you have children. So, get me an industrial washer. I don't care if we live in a box, I want minimal load, people! MINIMAL! Do you hear me??? Or a man who enjoys laundry. Like my uncle. Maybe we'll just let my uncle move in. That would solve my problem.
Anyway, enough about laundry. Let's talk about packing and why I hate it. I hate it because packing leads to cleaning. Possibly the ONE thing I hate more than laundry. But both of these things lead to cool trips, which is where I'm going tomorrow. On a cool trip. But I still have to fold and refold clothes to make sure they get packed just so that way I can find my dang underwear on Monday morning when I HAVE to get to breakfast in 10 minutes. Oy. So packing. I think the only thing worse than packing is unpacking because (and this explains the initial rant) that leads to laundry... lots and lots and lots of laundry.
see you guys in a week! Have a lovely time!
PS- It is 1:30 in the morning. I leave in 7 hours and what am I doing??? PACKING!!! ugh... packing. However, I love compression sacks. love them. Am obsessed with them.
I am very independent. Seriously. Ask any of the boys who try to date me (I say this like there's a lot... OK, ask any of the 4 boys who have tried to date me). Oh heck, ask my parents. They will tell you ALL about it. Or show you embarrassing home movies. Or tell you lots and lots and lots of stories. Lots. (They'll also tell you I'm brilliant and that I'm the most beautiful, smartest, most fun kid around, besides my sister. I guess she's fun, too. Also, we're both hilarious... but probably only mostly to us. My family. Oh, and some of our friends. The ones who know my dad. AKA Jefe.) (GEEZ! That was a long parenthetical thought...). But, man, I love my family... though the independence factor has been wonderful, I appreciate them more and more all the time. What's funny to me about my lovely little family is the hilarity and difference that we all bring to the table. My sister, brother and I haven't changed from the time we were hanging out in the womb. Obviously, we've matured... sort of. Maybe not at all. We are EXACTLY as we were in the womb, possibly. My baby sister is shy (HA!!). She claims to be around new people. I don't really buy that my sister is shy (I'm also the master of rhymes.) - I usually don't get to talk if she's around. Which isn't a bad thing. She is just really chatty. My sister is the sibling that makes me laugh at the most random things. She's a great storyteller. In person. She usually has me rolling on the floor laughing. She has this little attitude that will knock you over if you're not careful. Then there's my brother. He has a quiet humor to him. He has the one liners. I swear he's learned this from Jefe (his step dad, my dad). Jefe is BRILLIANT. And quiet. And hilarious. But you have to catch it. His funny little things come out when only one person is looking and there one time deals. Then there's my mom. She's a ball of energy. She usually keeps the rest of us going. She does things that are funny. But her little funny quirks are sight jokes. You know, the ones you have to see. She makes faces. Or listens intently to the story you're telling (well, the one my sister is telling) and the faces and little asides my mom puts in will probably make you pee your pants. HILARIOUS. So, I come from a funny family. We're all really odd. We do strange things. My sister sings to her dogs. Popular songs with their names in them. We think the neighbors can probably hear her and we hope he laughs. She gets that from my mom.
So you may be wondering why I'm posting this. Well, I love them and I wanted to tell you about them.
I had to drop the class I'm taking this session... which was surprisingly hard. Not the process; that was extremely easy. It was more of an emotional difficulty. I have this huge gap in my day now where school once was. As a 21 year old college student, most of every day is spent doing school. I wake up go to class, go to class, go to class, go to crew, grab a quick something, and then settle in to do homework the rest of the night. I hang out with other college students. I live less than a block from campus. I am a college student. Today, I had a sick realization: Who am I outside these walls (which really are quite lovely)? I noticed today that I introduce myself as "Maggie, a senior theatre major at BU." It's like "Jonah, guy who was eaten by whale. Also, messenger from YHWH." It's who you are. Then, I realized, in 10 months, it's all over. No more. Finito. Fin. End. This makes me nervous. Now, I realize that I have other things going on in my life, but what do I do if I'm not studying for a class? What do I do if I don't have a paper to write? Where else is my time spent if it's not at a table studying or in a classroom or a studio? This is also a very cool thing for college seniors - it demands (more nerve-racking than inviting) that you figure out, at least a little, who you are. So, now, with this afternoon and not actually being a student for the next 5 weeks, and no other something to tell me what my role currently is, I must face head-on the scariest opponent of them all: myself and side-kick, inter workings.
I've been sick, so I haven't really gotten out much... so... No pictures lately... dang. BUT I was asked an interesting question which sparked a blog post. I was asked, "What else do you love?" in response to my "I LOVE LILIES!" reply to an earlier question...
So, I love...
-Jesus. Which sounds like such a cliche, but I speak truth. Not only Him, but my life after He came into it.
-My fam and friends. I lump them together, because sometimes it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
-My roommates. Even though sometimes we get on each other's nerves, I love them.
-Fish. Preferably in an aquarium and not touching me.
-Reading. Reading. Reading. And my parents for instilling this in me as a wee one.
-Painting. Photography. Art.
-Walking. Anywhere and everywhere. I wish it wasn't so dang hot in Tejas.
-Thinking. About what something really means. And art. And philosophy. And love. And theology. I love to think.
-Phone calls with dear friends... especially when the conversation goes sort of like this:
*Intense laughter and a little crying* "Omigosh! Maggie! You are NOT funny!! Tell your new boy that you are NOT funny!" (A few minutes later) "Maggie, in all seriousness, would you consider dating a midget?"
-Flowers. Especially happy flowers.
-Snuggling. Cuddling. Being kissed. Kissing.
-Warm towels right out of the dryer.
-People.
-Music boxes.
-Toms.
-Friend's artwork.
-Scarves. It's an obsession, really.
-Music.
-Clear blue water. My favorite blue t shirt. My panda in the pocket t shirt. Coffee. Studying.
-People who read this. Often. :)
I'm sick today... being an adult and being sick is not as much fun as being a kid and being sick. I mean, it's not fun anyway, but at least when you're a kiddo, mom is there to help you. All that to say, I'm on the bored side of things... I've watched a couple movies (and by that I mean, I fell asleep in the middle of both), took a quiz for a class, and taken several naps. I really want to go photograph tonight, but obviously my temperature that's currently rivaling that of Texas summer highs, is not allowing that to happen... Thus begins my blog of my favorite pictures :) OH! And ebay has a site called World of Good,get it ebay.
I've got pictures. lots and lots of pictures. Will post tomorrow. Promise.
I promise, I'm alive... I've been gone, but I have PICTURES from my weekend long adventure... They'll be up later today/tomorrow... however you look at it...
love peace life
