Weekend

Oh how happy I am for you to be here!

This week's highlights:

Suitemate's birthday. (Which included the most wondrous chocolate and cream cheese icing cupcakes!)

Alvin Ailey Dance Theater.

Blog browsing in ADPi's dining room.

NC State Campus Crusade's worship night.

Rockstars & Groupies cocktail tonight. I'm dressing up as JLo, don't judge.

Casino night tomorrow. I want to win the iPad. I want to win the iPad.

Next week's to-do list:

Daily work outs. But really, Julie. Get on the treadmill.

One mid-term exam.

One five page paper.

Numerous assignments.

Read my Poli book.

Get my camera fixed.

Laundry!

Pack for Surfside Beach, South Carolina. Ready to get my lounge on.

In other news...

This weather makes me want to sit outside and paint. And listen to Zac Brown Band, and pretend it's summer.

And my head told my heart let love grow.

But my heart told my head this time no.

Listening :: to Mumford & Sons for the third night in a row. (Title taken from Winter Winds).

Feeling :: happy that tomorrow's Friday and that I can finally swallow without three doses of ibuprofen.

Wanting :: to wear my new boots asap. Although the temperature tomorrow is supposed to be in the 70s. What is this North Carolina?

Reading :: 1 Corinthians. I just started reading this book this week, but I am already amazed of its relevance to today's world.

This week has been such a blur, I think partly due to the packed schedule I've had the past few days. Phew. But honestly, it's kind of sad how fast this semester is going. I really feel like it was just yesterday I was looking for a roommate, dreaming of college, and picking out things for my dorm. Now freshman year is more than half over, and that's so hard to wrap my head around.

"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him -- but God has revealed it to us by his Spirit."

1 Corinthians 9-10.

It's so easy for me to become disappointed; disappointed in myself, disappointed in others, disappointed when my life is not a-okay perfect. Ever since about the end of November of last year though, God really woke me up. He wasn't allowing those disappointments and tough situations in my life for me just to feel more down and out. He wanted me to realize that I needed to put my hope back in Him. I wasn't going to find fulfillment in pleasing others, I was only going to find contentment when my relationship was back on track with Him. Those disappointments, I feel, were (and are) preparing me for what I cannot even conceive. Only He knows.

Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly, leave the rest up to God.

A fitting thought for Valentines Day.

On Being Sick

I never got sick in high school. (Except for one incident in which I got swine flu during a senior class trip in NYC). But really, I'm the person who always had that perfect attendance record, was always healthy, and when I had the resemblance of a cold it was a big deal.

I'm convinced college is a breeding ground for sickness. And being sick there is probably the most dreadful experience besides exam time. So as a result, I went home for the weekend and haven't left my couch for two whole days. As wonderful as it's been to catch up on rest, I can't say that I've enjoyed not being able to speak without my throat screaming at me. Ugh. This is horrible. And why this happens to me, I don't know.

Anyways, I guess I better be thankful for some things about this weekend.

So here's my thankful list.

:: Not fainting in the doctor's office when the nurse took my blood.

:: SATC & Grey's marathons in the middle of the afternoon.

:: Tea with honey.

:: Warm quilts.

:: Hot 30 minute showers.

:: Time to read.

:: Oatmeal for breakfast & homemade soup for lunch/dinner.

:: A new yogurt place literally a 2 minute drive from my house.

Charleston

I miss this city. And I want to live here someday.

Fast forward to spring break/the rest of my life please?

Coffee stains and Caribou cups

Let me preface this post with the fact that I might be a graceful ballerina and all, but I could possibly be the most clumsy person alive.

I walk into Caribou (my usual study spot) order a plain decaf coffee, sit down, boot up the Mac, lift my cup up to take a sip and bam. The lid slides right off and there goes steaming coffee all down my nice skinny jeans. Cute, right? Now I can't even bear getting out my notes to review for my exam (eek!) tomorrow because my pants are literally drenched in coffee. Not that I mind the smell, just the embarrassment. Heh, okay back to studying. Or let me be realistic here, I'll probably get back to reading the rest of this Caribou cup, listening to some Ron Pope, and hoping no one sits next to me.