Where I've Been

I guess this would be a good time to explain where I meandered off since the last time I stopped in and delivered a solid, thoughtful post. Life's been busy, yet calm, hectic, yet refreshing, challenging, but rewarding.

Life in the dorms has mostly stayed the same- fire drills, four flights of stairs, and the food that makes you pull back the fork and wonder if you just heard a moo coming out of the Roast Beef Sub. We had a floor meeting Thursday night to go over the same dribble as every year that precedes it or follows: Hygiene, quiet hours, boys on the floor, noise disturbances, and other boring and brain-melting material that is forgotten ten seconds after walking out of the lounge. It's not that bad, really, I depict it as if I just received a root canal, but it's the standard.

My roommate has pretty much gone awall. No, not awall meaning I had to get out the white jacket and have her committed, but if I did string her up, I might get to see her more. She has taken her path in life, I've taken mine, or at least stayed on mine. The roommate I used to chat to and laugh with in bed at wee hours in the morning as we swapped stories and told tales of our days doesn't come back the room to sleep anymore but goes out. I barely know what's going on with her. I miss that. I do see her occasionally, but not like it used to be.

The Potter's House is blossoming as always. I find myself over at the house all the time, whether it be the laundry day that has been put off for a week or a study session. Whether it's dinners or birthday parties, chilling or movie night, I never mind to take a brisk walk in the crisp autumn air to the girls who I feel are some kind of sisters to me. Sure, I think I would like to live there next year, they have practically titled me an "honorary member", but with time. I don't know where I'll live next year, whether it will be house, dorm, or cardboard Home Interior box; God will be the decider in all that.

Staying here on the weekends isn't that bad. A year ago, I would have dreaded the thought of three extra days in Edinboro but this year it's almost as if I have to plan to go home rather than plan to stay here and keep myself occupied in order to remain sane. I do miss home though, and it seemed so very hard to come back to the Boro after a short weekend. There was so much to do when I went home. I hadn't traveled back home since Labor Day, the infamous dirtbike accident weekend, and there was so much to do. I had to visit this person, go to this place, see this person, find this item that I need to school, say hello to him, give a hug to her, next time I hope it's a lot less crazy. I enjoy spending some quiet, peaceful, non-stressful time at home. I think I love it more than I every have because it's special to me now. It's not a thing I live at while I went to high school, or that place I sleep at and then leave to see my boyfriend, it's a home filled with memories, laugher, love, and family. I can only hope and dream that I have a warm home filled with those same things someday.

Thinking should be my major; I do enough of it, haha. I even think about where I'll be in four years, as crazy as that sounds. I try to see myself somewhere, a job, a home, whatever it may be, but sometimes I need to sit back and let the good Lord take that into His hands, He knows a lot more than I do. I often ponder about Public Relations and whether I will be any good at it, whether it's my passion, and so on, but in my heart, I feel like I'm in the right place right now. My minor, Graphic Design, irritates me sometimes; actually, it bothers me often. It's so much work, and sometimes the work seems stupid to me, but another part of me loves art. I want to filled my home with canvas painting by students, I want to take pictures for the rest of my life, I want to color coordinate and paint my home all kinds of colors because I love colors, and so on. Things have to match, my blog needs a new change, my instant message icon and colors must match- I swear, I'm OCD, lol.

Today I discovered that there could be a slight chance that I can double minor in something. Through my Gen. Ed. courses I could take another minor in Environmental Studies. I think that would be really cool, to learn about the earth we live in, and I love nature, the countryside, the weather, I sometimes love to marvel at it all and the wondrous characteristics of God's grand creation. But before I turn in a minor slip, I need to take a few of those Gen. Ed. courses for Environmental studies and see what I think, then talk to my advisor. No rush, no must. We'll just see what happens.

At times I find myself dreaming about the summer. Sure, kind of a far fetched idea since the region I live in is now breaking into the winter season, but it's not so much the wondrous weather and pool side view but what I want to do with my summer. I just watched the movie "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" and was inspired by what they did with their summers. There are a lot of camp and leadership opportunities this summer- and I've made it up in my mind that I want to make this summer count. Last summer was wonderful, despite the breakup with the boyfriend, but even that was a learning experience, they often are. But I want this summer to count for God, I want to be deeply rooted, I want to be a better woman of God to honor Him, and through that, I'll also become a better daughter, a better big cousin to Sydney, and a better girlfriend/wife to someone someday. I just don't want my summer to consist of Shop N' Save non-stop, I would like an adventure. Wherever God wants me, that's where I'll want to be. But again, that's far off too, we'll see what happens.

Let's focus on some recent events. Halloween is coming around the bend and I still need to put the finishing touches on my costume. Pirate attire is a rarity at Wal-Mart so Ill hopefully be heading off to the local thrift store in search of a puffy shirt, Seinfeld style. The Fighting Scots beat the living crap out of the Slippery Rock Pride last weekend. We may be in kilts, but we know how to throw that ball, or at least recover it when SRU fumbles and such. The classes are going well, 15 credits, and keeping my busy enough. I have a new job as a monitor for study tables at the Office of Students with Disabilities. It's seriously the sweetest job ever. I sign peers and their mentors in and in between that, I finish homework and get paid for it. God has blessed me there! Ambassador duties last weekend were rigorous and the temperature was cold as the artic. I gave campus tours last weekend at the Fall Open House for Edinboro. Of course, the weather was cold, rainy, and dreary as ever to welcome those prospective students. When the sun shines here, it's gorgeous, but prior to summer orientation, I thought the clouds were there year round. The fish is still alive- Mr. Larold Fishard Beta, and the plants are happy and watered as always. Kickboxing is awesome- it's fun, stress reliving, and a great workout. I wish I would do it four times a week instead of 2, but work gets in the way.

But it's extremely too late at night. I must end the post and leave you to wait for the next one. Take care everyone, have a great weekend, and catch ya around.