Currently Listening Girls and Boys By Ingrid Michaelson see related

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Three Very Important Things:

#1: I got married (11-18-2007).

#2: I graduated from college (12-14-2007).

#3: I'm pregnant. KIDDING! I have a new blog and will probably never write on here again. Check me out at: http://laurenazios.blogspot.com/

Thanks for reading.

Currently Reading The Red Badge of Courage By Stephan Crane see related

Another social casualty.

 
It's about that time. Time for my obligitory monthly post.

Just kidding, it's not obligatory. I just like that word.
I also like the word facetious. (I will try to work that one later.)

Spring break was really fun.
Julie and I took a little roadtrip to San Marcos. Pictures are coming soon.

Also, I now have a boyfriend. His name is Michael.
I like him. He is pretty great.
So far, he is learning about art and haikus and I am learning how to hit a golf ball.
It's a great arrangement.

Thursday night Bible study is rapidly becoming the highlight of my week. Last time, Laura, Kate, and I had quite the time camping out in the guys' kitchen, making chicken fingers and laughing about our giant crushes on the Take Home Chef. Oh and eating Fudgesicles, which are now "better for you." (No kidding, on the back of the box there is a girl in Spandex, working out. Go buy a box and see for yourself.) Anyway, I am excited to see what God is doing, in us and through us, as we are bonding together. It's awesome.

Campus Crusade is also an encouragement. Scott has started playing a few worship songs each time, which is a definite answer to prayer. Attendance is picking up, the lessons have been great (thanks Jess and Andria). God is working.

I am now registered for the rest of college. Summer I, Summer II, and Fall. And then it's over. It is just now starting to sink in. My time at Sam Houston will be over. It will be the end of this time in my life, and the beginning of something totally new. I am anxious to see what that is going to be.
I am excited about the creative writing class I will be taking this summer. Also, the publishing class and the folklore class this fall. ("History of Furniture," however... not so much. Oh the joy of a minor in Family and Consumer Science.)

Last week, I was in class, and I looked over to see a girl pull a roll of toilet paper from her backpack. But it doesn't stop there. She laid it on her desk, methodically measured two squares, and carefully tore them off. Then she put the roll back in her bag, and blew her nose with the pieces she had torn off.
I was astonished.
No wonder Virginia Woolf wrote stories about people she saw in trains. I could write entire books about people I observe on campus.

A lady in my class today gave a presentation about Stevie Smith, the poet. She said a few really interesting things about her. For example, she wrote six THOUSAND words in a "dream-like state." She typed stories on yellow wallpaper (I wonder if it was a reference to Chopin's story... hmm). She sometimes made little drawings and sketches to accompany her poems. But the best thing she said was that once, Stevie was scheduled to have a meeting with the Queen. She was planning her outfit, and she needed a hat... so she went to a thrift store and bought one. Her friends were horrified, since I suppose you can't wear a second-hand hat to meet the Queen. I just thought that was great. I love hearning about these female writers who were spunky. As Dr. Bilsing said, she had a "great voice."

I am now a member of Sigma Tau Delta, the English Honor Society. I am a little bit excited about it, actually. There is a semi-formal dinner (to which I am wearing a killer little black dress and will be accompanied by my boyfriend) on the 13th, and I will be "inducted" (I am still a little confused as to what that means exactly, but it sounds cool). Then there are meetings on the third Monday of every month... I suppose we get together and talk about important things, like the dangers of comma splices and whether or not Shakespeare wrote his own plays. Just kidding. I'm sure it will be great.

Is it really almost 3am?

One more thing. (Why is it my fault? So maybe I tried too hard. But it's all because of this desire. Sorry. I got sidetracked with a John Mayer song.) Anyway.
Scott gave me this amazing article (or was it a chapter from a book?) about Erma Bombeck, the writer. She started out as a copy girl at a newspaper and was told to give up the idea of writing. Then she had her own column, but only got paid $3 per article. But she never gave up. She became a great writer. She wrote about real life. She went through a lot of tough times. But she didn't give up. Even when people told her she couldn't make it, she kept writing. I love that. I pray that I have that kind of persistance, that kind of patience, that kind of endurance.
(Read more about her: http://www.ermamuseum.org/life/default.asp)

Well my dears, I think that might be all I have for you.
Not to be facetious, but I'll see you in a month. <33

Currently Listening On And On By Jack Johnson see related

So it has been about a month since I last posted.

I had no intention of not posting for a month. Anyone who knows me knows I love to write. And I got some really positive feedback from my last post. (Also some negative, but you have to take the bad with the good.)

Actually, if the truth were to be told, I did write a post. About a week ago. But right when I went to post it,  the internet went down. Right then. Of all the times. I know. I was pretty upset. So I haven’t posted again, and with durn good reason. (“Did you just say ‘durn’?” ::places hand on forehead to check for fever::) (I will give a huge prize to the person who can name that movie. OK not a huge prize. But maybe a Vitamin Water.) 

Speaking of Vitamin Water… I love it. Why? I do not know. But I do. Maybe it has something to do with 50 Cent. No, probably not. http://www.vitaminwater.com/. Mmm.

So much has been going on. I feel like I can’t ever catch up. Just when I get done with a cycle of tests, assignments, and papers… just when I think I can take a breather… another cycle begins. The curse of 19 hours.

Something new since my last post: I am 21. I turned 21 on Monday. I am probably the only living Bearkat who did not have alcohol on my birthday. It’s not that I’m against drinking. I just didn’t. So I need to catch up this weekend and over Spring Break. Har, har.

Oooh. Julie is coming home Saturday. That makes me very happy.

I am trying to remember the things I wrote about in my other post, the one that got erased. It was a really good one. Unfortunately. Why is it that the crappy ones are never the ones that get erased? It’s always the good ones that I invest an hour into. (I know it is getting late when I start to end sentences with prepositions.) I used to have a livejournal (those were the days), and that seemed to happen more frequently than it should.

I am too tired. I am going to go to sleep. I will write more soon. (And it will be more better. Slash coherent.)

<33 Love.

You are God alone. From before time began, You were on Your throne, You were God alone. And right now, in the good times and bad, You are on Your throne, and You are God alone.

Unchangeable. Unshakeable. Unstoppable. That’s what You are.

Currently Listening The Last Kiss By Original Soundtrack see related

So it is almost 5am and I absolutely cannot sleep.

Break-up Rule Number One: Destroy all evidence where he looks sexy.... and you look happy.

I did everything I was supposed to do tonight. I took my Spanish test (although I couldn't have done it without Linda), I wrote a reaction paper for Dr. Krienke on Candide... I took a shower, I read a chapter in Galatians... I even went to see a concert, or something. The "or something" is because I'm not really sure what it was that I saw. A guy was playing his guitar and singing and talking, and there were pictures and art and what-have-you. Very... urban. Artsy. Interesting.

"Seeing someone for the first time [after you break up] is the worst. You never know how to act."
"Yeah, and then there's the vomit."

Tonight, someone from my not-so-past saw me, and literally turned and ran in the other direction. I suppose they thought that I didn't see them, or maybe they didn't care. I might be able to laugh about this in a couple of days, or even in a couple of hours, but right now, I am just puzzled. Sitting on a rug on the floor with my girlfriends, listening to Mat Kearney (someone asked me, "is that the guy who sounds like he's rapping but he's not?"), I realized that it doesn't matter. Things don't always have a reason for happening. I mean, they do, but I think it's only for God to teach us something. It's not like every circumstance has to be taken apart piece-by-piece and deciphered. Sometimes, situations can be solved by a simple "he's just not that into you," or its appropriate equivalent.

There is a good way to break up with someone... and it doesn't involve a Post-It.

Shelly just woke up. She has a project she has to have done by noon.
"Did you ever go to sleep?"
"No. I can't. Want me to make a pot of coffee?"
So she and I just had coffee with milk, and now we are eating popcorn.
I love that we can laugh about things that probably aren't that funny.

In with the outro and out with the old.

I am taking a "Family and Relationships" class, and we have an assignment due called "Fighting Fairly." Our book lists 16 things that you are not supposed to do when you are having a disagreement with your signifigant other. I called Nathan halfway through.
Me: "Hi."
Him: "What's wrong?"
"I am taking this 'Family and Relationships' class... "
"I took that class! The lady who taught it had been divorced 7 times."
"... anyway, we are doing this assignment... things that you are not supposed to do when you are fighting with your boyfriend... and... I do. all. of. them."
"Well duhhhh. I could have told you that."
"Why didn't you ever try and stop me?"
"Because. You like to fight."
Sometimes, you open your mouth to argue... and you just have to close it again. I had nothing.

So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
And we can hang our heads down
As we skip the goodbyes
And you can tell the world what you want them to hear
I've got nothing left to lose, my dear
So, I'm up for the little white lies
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there... I'm gone and you're still there.

Tonight... this morning, whatever... I looked up flights to New York. Just for the fun of it. They're totally $99 each way.
I am looking forward to reaching the age and place in my life when that wouldn't be completely out of the question. I think I'm almost there.
Well, right after my mom gives me the password to unlocking the blocked channels on TV.

I wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life.

This post is getting long. Like maybe record-breaking-ly long. However, I can't stop writing... because then my only other option would be to go to bed... and, at this point, that would do me more harm than good.
You know how you set your alarm to wake up, and then there are 'points in time'? Like, 'if I get up now, I can take a shower, get ready, eat breakfast, and maybe do a couple of things I should have done last night.' Then you hit the snooze button and that point in time passes you by. Next is the 'if I get up now I can either take a shower or eat breakfast, and get ready.' But you decide to sleep. 'Now I can get ready, without showering, and maybe grab something to eat on the way out the door.' Nope. 'Okay, now I HAVE to get up... and I can basically throw on some clothes, grab my books, and haul butt to get to class.'
That's the one!.. it happens with me... waaay more frequently than it should.

What do you say, that you only meant well? Well of course you did. What do you say, that's all for the best? Of course it is. What do you say? That it's just what we need. You decided this. What do you say? What did she say? Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs. Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you. You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit.

Now it's 6am. This was a bad idea.
Oooh I am getting my hair done soon. I am excited. Hair is fun. I'm glad God made us with hair. It's a fabulous way to express yourself.

Whole world could change in a minute. Just one kiss could stop it spinning. We could think it through. But I don't want to if you don't want to.

I am now living half-and-half, between home and school. One of Shelly's roommates had to move, and she offered me her room for the rest of the semester, for $50 a month. I couldn't very well refuse such an offer, so I have been staying up here a lot more... in my very own room. It's pretty cool to have two places... but I'm either going to have to buy two of everything, or figure out something else... because packing and hauling the crap I need on a daily basis is quite a daunting task.
You know what? I think I might take a little power nap. Shelly will wake me up. If she doesn't fall asleep on top of her keyboard.

Every word you say I think I should write down, don't want to forget come daylight.

Good night/morning <3.

Wow, twice in two days. This may be a world record (as long as you're not counting when I was 17 and would post 5 times a day). ha.

I am working my SEO job today, after a 2 week hiatus (I just heard that word on What Not To Wear... love it). The only reason I am on here is because Nathan told me to kill time until he got off the phone so he could explain to me what to do next. So, here I am, killing time. Bang. Dead time. Dead.

AOL Radio is my new favorite. XM Flight26 and Pop Idols. Yeah girl!

I need to figure out a time to go get my MacBook. Last night I was looking at my hideous and huge Dell desktop with its piece of crap Celeron processor... I felt like saying, "you're on borrowed time, you painfully slow and ugly waste of space." haha. Yes I have relationships with computers. My work computer and I, we get along OK... most of the time. The Dell and I... not so much. But I know my new Mac and I will be LOVERS.

Moving on.

A list of papers I have due before finals week:

- 10 page paper on Bobbie Ann Mason
- 8-10 page paper on UNDECIDED. ha.
- 6 page creative essay (I am going to write another braided essay. I loved the last one I wrote.)
- 6 page scholarly essay on The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien (unless I change my mind)

Also, I have to revamp one of the essays I've written for Advanced Comp. for a portfolio. Not to mention, my group needs to finish writing and editing our collaborative novel... I need to finish reading The Color Purple AND Streetcar Named Desire... along with 10+ other random assignments. Whew. It's a good thing I like writing.

I am wearing the cow sock/slippers Julie gave me. My mom laughed at me. They are thick black socks with a huge 3-D cow head on the front. I am so stylish.

I am excited for Thanksgiving. I am going to gain 5 pounds... and am completely OK with that.

By the way, this is probably the greatest stuff in the history of the world:Just so you know.

Well it's almost time to get back to work. <33 Love.