i'll be seeing you
i never update this thing so here goes...
so i just watched (literally) the last half hour of the Notebook and ended up crying... i'm such a sucker for love and romantic movies. but seriously noah, the old man version, at the end is SO sweet. it's so dorky that i'm posting about this but oh well.
plus my CURA meeting tonight was about love. what a perfect example of unconditional love, in a cheesy chick flick / movie. whatevs.
so yesterday was valentine's day. nothing new there. nothing exciting, like expected. let's just be emo for a second. okay, done. me and my roomates ordered take out and watched Love Actually (great movie.) ... so basically i have amazing roomates and i'm so blessed to be living here, and it was a good night. and also i ate too much valentine's day sweets. and we all have flowers in our rooms now. yay for nice people and good friends. me and pauline are attempting to dry our roses by like hanging them on the wall. does that even work?
but regardless. this weekend i'm giving blood. thaaat should be interesting. never done it before. let's hope i don't pass out or do something equally as awkward/embarassing. word. if you're in the area from 9am-2pm on saturday come give blood, for real. save some lives.
so i'm going to mississippi for spring break. we're like teaching in a poor Catholic school down there, and hopefully seeing some of the katrina aftermath. or at least that's what i'm hoping for. this also entails a 30 hour drive both ways, so even longer than tennessee last summer. i'm hoping this week goes well and isn't overly awkward or boring. we all know my hatred of the awkward situation. regardless i'll just look for God in things and hopefully things will turn out fabulously. but seriously 30 hours. in the car (van?) with people i hardly know. fabulouso!
what else is there to chat about? i kinda miss my dad. i was thinking about how when i used to get cards on valentine's day they used to be signed from both my parents, and when i opened the one from my mom it was only her signature. and my dad didn't send me anything. i didn't really expect him too but yeah. but then it made me think about if he even saw the cards before my mom signed both of their names, like when i was little. i don't even remember. i miss him. i should call him and try to see him this weekend, but who knows. sometimes i really miss being little. but life goes on.
i'm sorry if this is all depressing, but i guess i'm just in that kind of a mood. what's that word for remembering? nostalgic? yeah i guess that's the mood. i should sleep. actually get a decent amount of sleep since i'm clearly not gonna read for class tomorrow at this rate.
why is life so weird. why are so many things unpredictable and confusing. i suppose they have to be or we'd all be bored/boring. sometimes i don't mind/like change. sometimes i really hate it though.
so i just watched (literally) the last half hour of the Notebook and ended up crying... i'm such a sucker for love and romantic movies. but seriously noah, the old man version, at the end is SO sweet. it's so dorky that i'm posting about this but oh well.
plus my CURA meeting tonight was about love. what a perfect example of unconditional love, in a cheesy chick flick / movie. whatevs.
so yesterday was valentine's day. nothing new there. nothing exciting, like expected. let's just be emo for a second. okay, done. me and my roomates ordered take out and watched Love Actually (great movie.) ... so basically i have amazing roomates and i'm so blessed to be living here, and it was a good night. and also i ate too much valentine's day sweets. and we all have flowers in our rooms now. yay for nice people and good friends. me and pauline are attempting to dry our roses by like hanging them on the wall. does that even work?
but regardless. this weekend i'm giving blood. thaaat should be interesting. never done it before. let's hope i don't pass out or do something equally as awkward/embarassing. word. if you're in the area from 9am-2pm on saturday come give blood, for real. save some lives.
so i'm going to mississippi for spring break. we're like teaching in a poor Catholic school down there, and hopefully seeing some of the katrina aftermath. or at least that's what i'm hoping for. this also entails a 30 hour drive both ways, so even longer than tennessee last summer. i'm hoping this week goes well and isn't overly awkward or boring. we all know my hatred of the awkward situation. regardless i'll just look for God in things and hopefully things will turn out fabulously. but seriously 30 hours. in the car (van?) with people i hardly know. fabulouso!
what else is there to chat about? i kinda miss my dad. i was thinking about how when i used to get cards on valentine's day they used to be signed from both my parents, and when i opened the one from my mom it was only her signature. and my dad didn't send me anything. i didn't really expect him too but yeah. but then it made me think about if he even saw the cards before my mom signed both of their names, like when i was little. i don't even remember. i miss him. i should call him and try to see him this weekend, but who knows. sometimes i really miss being little. but life goes on.
i'm sorry if this is all depressing, but i guess i'm just in that kind of a mood. what's that word for remembering? nostalgic? yeah i guess that's the mood. i should sleep. actually get a decent amount of sleep since i'm clearly not gonna read for class tomorrow at this rate.
why is life so weird. why are so many things unpredictable and confusing. i suppose they have to be or we'd all be bored/boring. sometimes i don't mind/like change. sometimes i really hate it though.