Week one.

Rain is a somewhat disheartening way to start off the new year. So is a hefty pile of class readings. But by some miracle, I am a happy camper.

I’ve had bad years, I’ve had good years, I’ve had years I can hardly remember (aka middle school). 2013, I think, was an important year; I’m hesitant to say it was ‘pivotal’ since, you know, I only have ten days of perspective. Nonetheless, I spent a lot of my time thinking and listening and – this is the exciting one – speaking. I won’t start yanking everyone on-board my crazy train of thought over the past 12 months, that’s not what I want to write about today. But I am an increasingly sentimental person, so how could I let an entire year of smiling and crying and laughing and internally screaming at people slip by without at least writing a paragraph about it? That’s right. I can’t.

Anyway. About a week ago, I was not feeling the new-year-new-quarter excitement. In fact, I was being reduced to a puddle of tears – sitting on my floor, listening to “Antichrist” by the 1975, and experiencing a new and dangerously intense wave of sobbing every time the lyric “and I love the house that we live in / and I love you all too much” found its way out of my speakers (does this story make me more endearing? probably not). Quite often, I find myself dreading the inevitable pain with which life will one day smack me, and this, friends, was one of those dire times. “LOVE IS PAIN. TIME IS PAIN. PAAAAAIN.” (sidenote: sometimes I think I should get one of those choppy emo haircuts and write depressing poems on my hands in sharpie, like really.) Generally I’m a reasonably optimistic person, so this is not how I pictured day 4 of 2014.  You can’t really anticipate the bad days, but they happen. Conversely, though, you can’t predict the days that’ll be the happiest of your life. And eventually I realized this. And I got up, and I took a shower, and I ate craisins and watched Lost*.

And in the days since – despite the rain and the pages of reading piling up – I’ve done a lot of smiling. I’ve enjoyed some fantastic company. I’ve learned so much in my classes already. And I’ll be damned if I haven’t savored the moments when I can just curl up in my bed and stare out the window. Ahhhhh. Life.

In other news, I rearranged my room and it's basically heaven.

In other news, I rearranged my room and it’s basically heaven.

AH YEAH

AH YEAH

I was going to try to document my outfit everyday, but then I quit. Oops.

I was going to try to document my outfit everyday, but then I quit. Oops.

As you may have noticed, I gave my blog a little makeover. Not crazy about the size of the text, but I can deal. Makeovers are fun.

Here’s to the (ten-day-late) New Year!

*I am on season 6, and seriously (!!!!!) if anyone spoils this for me I will make your life miserable. Already had a spoiler scare when I watched This is 40 a few days ago, DO. NOT. WANT. AGAIN.

 

 

 

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On splendid days like this.

Just a few little details from my room.

Just a few little details from my room.

On splendid days like this, I don’t even care that I was up till one writing an essay, or that I woke up at six to continue the tedious process. The sun has proven its own existence, and although it makes my eyes water, I am happy to pull out my sunglasses.

On splendid days like this, I throw on every pattern and color known to man, only to channel the disorganized and sometimes cacophonous beauty that is life. I venture into little stores downtown, and I people-watch with Chimp while eating crumpets and drinking Irish breakfast tea. I think nothing could be more perfect.

On splendid days like this, I read poetry and enjoy it; Sara Teasdale had a way with words. I open the blinds and take pictures. I turn on my Christmas lights even though my room is already soaked in all that is bright. On splendid days like this, it’s hard to ignore how much I love every little thing around me – the cherry blossoms, the seagulls, the people on the bus with me. I am not even kidding. That’s how splendidly content I am.

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It has been a good week, guys. Yeah, I had a midterm in Prehistoric Life on Monday. But I slaughtered it with the ferocity of a velociraptor. And yes, the toilet decided not to work yesterday. But I fixed that stubborn chunk of porcelain, and now I can rest assured that if the teaching thing falls through, I’ve got a future in bathroom repairs. Except not really. And maaaybe I spent precious study time looking at blogs, but I feel much more knowledgeable in the areas of monthly makeup subscriptions, NSYNC’s commercials for Chili’s, and falling in love with strangers. All useful information, I think you would have to agree.

Let’s end this post on a good note. Literally. I’ve been obsessed with this song all week.

Midnight Inspiration Brain Mush

Get ready, I’m gonna make you watch this.

We live in a critical world; negativity runs rampant through our thoughts, conversations, and actions. We judge, we complain, we throw out harsh opinions like it’s nobody’s business. It’s sort of a travesty, really, that we let this looming shadow take up so much of our lives- our time and energy could be much better spent, don’t you think?

If you’re wondering why I’m being so uncharacteristically serious, it’s because I have been inspired (well… re-inspired) by a short film I discovered several years ago, called Validation. Maybe you’ve seen it, maybe you haven’t… it doesn’t really matter. I could watch this thing a hundred times and still have my eyes well up at the end, it’s that marvelous. It makes me happy and sad and happy and sad and, finally, hopeful. Anyway, watch it, and then we will talk. If you don’t have time to watch it right now (it is fifteen minutes long), come back later. I am adamant. You will watch this video.

 

Now that you’re back in computer-world and dabbing your eyes, can we just agree that this video is the best thing ever? It shows how one human can affect another in a drastic, and hugely positive, way- just with a compliment. I think it’s beautiful, the whole thing. It actually provokes so many thoughts that my brain becomes overloaded and I can’t speak (or type) coherently. This is my Midnight Inspiration Brain Mush. So, I will simply leave you with your thoughts and hope this film has made you just a little bit happier. 🙂