10.22.2007

Nothing new really. Sunday morning was really pleasant. Sitting at my desk, eating cereal, and staring out the window, watching the leaves start to rain. Gusts of wind sending clusters of pale yellow leaves into the street and sidewalks. Autumn is the best season. The bright colors of the leaves against a pale grey sky. Hot tea, cinnamon, cider, pumpkins, bike rides. Books are best read in the fall. Out on a bench or swing. Or in a cozy chair as the rain drizzles down outside.
I need to go home Saturday and get my warm clothes. The cold has come. I hope it's here to stay.

10.17.2007

Grey Day, Golden Days

Waking up on a stormy day is different from the others. You know something is different from the way a more whitish grey light presses in through the window blinds. I spent a good time before class staring out the library windows at the endlessly grey skies.
My fall break was very eventful and full. I didn't even get to see some of the people I was looking forward to seeing though (cough-Amanda, Sarah-cough). What it did consist of though was Heather, my Daddy, and me going to the Texas Renaissance Festival. It was overwhelmingly awesome and huge. Some people were dressed in the most ridiculous looking costumes ever. I find it really hard to describe everything there, but we had a lot of fun going about all the shops and listening to all the musicians. Heather even bought me some four leaf clover earrings. I'll post the pictures of everything later in Facebook if you want to see them.
Sunday morning before I went home Troy, Anthony, and I went down to the riverfront and played around the fountains and took pictures and tried to race leaf boats down the waterfall thing but failed. Then we went and ate cheeseburgers and had milkshakes from Cheeburger Cheeburger. We read books on the floor of Barnes & Noble, all cozy in a corner, and it was perfectly and entirely pleasant. Then we went to the costume store and Troy bought a couple skeleton car hanging things. Being together again with them made me very happy, but I had to go then. Back to the house where Daddy and I fixed the problems with my car. Well, most of the problems. Back here to Monroe, which, no, it isn't home, but I live here now for the most part. And the people are good, and the food is good, most of the time, and my roommate makes me laugh. And I am comfortable here. No, this isn't a bad place at all. And these stormy grey days make it even better here. The light is softer, the rain feels better, and the wind finds a way to turn my umbrella inside out every five feet.
The AMS is having a Halloween costume party next Friday. I'm going to be........a fairy! :-] It's still so much fun to dress up.

10.05.2007

Oatmeal, Water Bottles

Oatmeal. I used to hate it so much. Why am I so happy to eat is now? Just about every Friday my English professor cancels class and just sends an online assignment by email. So now I've gotten to sleep an extra hour and taken the time to cook some maple & brown sugar oatmeal. And I must say I'm most pleased.
But in moving on in other news, I've started running again. Which means I've started stretching again, and I am way out of shape. All my muscles are sore, but it feels good. I hate it when I'm stiff and can hardly touch my toes. While we do have an indoor track here at school, I'm finding that running outside here is much better. The ground is flat for the most part, and it's easier to not cheat. I run down to the activity center and back, which makes about a mile, so every time I head down there I know I'm going to have to make the same distance back. No stopping in the middle of the lap, like at the track. It's easier to go running at night. Caroline and I only go on the main street, which is fairly well lit, but the air is better at night, and I always look really ridiculous when I run. It's like I don't know where to put my arms. Elbows jerk and my fists beat oddly. But heck, after seeing the way I play racquetball, this is much of an improvement.

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So, I've encountered a problem. Lining the edge of the window along my bed are several empty water bottles. See, back when I lived at home, we would buy a case of water for me to take to school, but I would just refill the bottles from our refrigerator water. That way it lasted a lot longer and I didn't feel bad because each bottle got several uses before being thrown away. Now, the bottles aren't refilled and I just don't throw them out. I can count ten sitting along the ledge here right in front of me, and I actually have some in my unused drawer. It's all rather silly, but I can't just get rid of them.
Well, now I'm back from my other class, and I've got much more to do. I'm sure I'll have more to say after this weekend. There are a few events going on, and I've got to work on my next English paper to work on. I'm supposed to write it on the movie Dogma. Now if only I could get my computer to play the movie correctly. Oh, and tomorrow's my Grandpa's birthday!