I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings...
It's been awhile since I've written anything, livejournal or otherwise, which is a big change from the school year when I was riding a treadmill of written assignments.
After a semester living on what seemed to be a deserted island, being home is both a great comfort and a great challenge. I'm happier now than I've been in months, but instead of using 'ole Chambana for its coffee and cocktails, I have to re-forge a permanent life for myself. Things are going well.
Karen and I went to U of I orientation the other day sans John, and it was a really pleasant experience. Registering for classes was frustrating because most classes were full, but I got into some good classes and hanging out with Karen was fun. I wish she would realize how cool she is.
The following is my fall schedule (in progress):
Italian 3
Black Women in the Diaspora
People, Plants, and the Environment
International Reporting
I was pretty stoked about getting into International Reporting because it's a journalism class, and although I have yet to transfer into that school, once I do (fingers crossed) I won't be as behind.
This past weekend I went camping for the first time ever. Aside from and extreme lack of sleep and busting my ass on a skateboard, it was a great time. Watching Jesse try some new skateboarding tricks was fun, and I got to know some new people. Amy, Toni, and I were the only girls on the trip, but we held our own. Jesse built he and I our own secluded tent with a great view, so we got our alone-time in and it felt like we were falling in love all over again.
On a late-night quest for hot dogs and beer while camping near Louisville, I rode with Kevin and Toni to a small-town grocery store. On the ride back to our campsite, I looked out the window and realized I'd really made it through one of the darkest times in my life. There was something that had been missing, a void, a malfunction, and at that moment I found myself pieced back together again.
I'm at a landmark place in my life so far, and I've thought about how I'm going to remember it. My writing will help me to remember, but I've written a lot about nothing in my day, so I'm looking to something more permanent. Although I'm not that kinda lady, I'm considering getting a tattoo. Nothing trashy like a rose, or lower back mark-of-the-whore. Something small that means something to me. Possibly a hummingbird on my foot. But I'm still thinking it through.
At times we can feel like we don't have anything at all. But every once in awhile the universe aligns itself in such a way where we realize our abundant potential, and at that moment you realize you've had it all along.
After a semester living on what seemed to be a deserted island, being home is both a great comfort and a great challenge. I'm happier now than I've been in months, but instead of using 'ole Chambana for its coffee and cocktails, I have to re-forge a permanent life for myself. Things are going well.
Karen and I went to U of I orientation the other day sans John, and it was a really pleasant experience. Registering for classes was frustrating because most classes were full, but I got into some good classes and hanging out with Karen was fun. I wish she would realize how cool she is.
The following is my fall schedule (in progress):
Italian 3
Black Women in the Diaspora
People, Plants, and the Environment
International Reporting
I was pretty stoked about getting into International Reporting because it's a journalism class, and although I have yet to transfer into that school, once I do (fingers crossed) I won't be as behind.
This past weekend I went camping for the first time ever. Aside from and extreme lack of sleep and busting my ass on a skateboard, it was a great time. Watching Jesse try some new skateboarding tricks was fun, and I got to know some new people. Amy, Toni, and I were the only girls on the trip, but we held our own. Jesse built he and I our own secluded tent with a great view, so we got our alone-time in and it felt like we were falling in love all over again.
On a late-night quest for hot dogs and beer while camping near Louisville, I rode with Kevin and Toni to a small-town grocery store. On the ride back to our campsite, I looked out the window and realized I'd really made it through one of the darkest times in my life. There was something that had been missing, a void, a malfunction, and at that moment I found myself pieced back together again.
I'm at a landmark place in my life so far, and I've thought about how I'm going to remember it. My writing will help me to remember, but I've written a lot about nothing in my day, so I'm looking to something more permanent. Although I'm not that kinda lady, I'm considering getting a tattoo. Nothing trashy like a rose, or lower back mark-of-the-whore. Something small that means something to me. Possibly a hummingbird on my foot. But I'm still thinking it through.
At times we can feel like we don't have anything at all. But every once in awhile the universe aligns itself in such a way where we realize our abundant potential, and at that moment you realize you've had it all along.