Challenge Time

Today, I'm challenging mother nature. 

Oh yeah.  It's May 2nd, it's Colorado, and while there's talk of snow on the horizon, I'm doing the unthinkable.  I'm wearing my flip flops.

I don't know what it is about flip flops that I love so much.  Part of it is the ease of access with them - slip them on, slip them off; no hassle.  If I want to feel the grass between my toes, I just have to kick them off.  No socks required.  And I can show off my blue nail polish, too.

I think the other part, though, is what they represent.  Summer, warm weather, time with friends.  Relaxing and doing nothing.  Being mellow.  Anyone else get that vibe from flip flops?  Or sandals in general?  They are the ultimate relax shoe.

This is my last week of school.  I'm pretty happy about it for the most part.  I think the only thing I'm not excited about is not getting to see my friends on a regular basis.  But that's where summer and mutal effort come in, I suppose.

And then in the fall we get to start all over again.

On that note, enjoy your Monday, dear readers.

~Meaghan

It's a Monday!

Which means that the new week has begun.  And that a busy day is around the corner.

Today started off with me walking my neighbor's dog around our apartment complex.  I, being the tired and somewhat lazy individual that I am, didn't even bother getting dressed.  So there I was, in purple polka dot pajamas, walking the dog.  It was epic.

Next up will be bowling.  Our league is almost over.  Thank goodness.  I am so burned out with it.  I really want to move on to other things.  Like the roller skating.  (Which I'm still fairly bad at, but that's ok.)

Then my speech group is getting together to practice.  I'm really looking forward to it.  I still don't have my part memorized, but we're getting there.  I think I can have my notes for security reasons, right?  I mean, that's how I've given all my other speeches.  And, as I've said a million times before, this group is so much fun to work with.  It's going to be a great afternoon.

Somewhere in there I need to eat breakfast, eat lunch, and take care of Flash.  I would say do some homework, too, but I'm not convinced I'm going to have time for that.

Off I go to get this day rolling.

~Meaghan

Monday is Monday.

What are you going to do?

I realized today that the weekend had completely caught up with me.  I was exhausted, I was in tears for no reason; I laid down on my bed only stir nearly two hours later.  It was crazy.

I feel a ton better now, though.  Sleep is an amazing thing.  I don't think people give it nearly enough credit.  Without sleep, I can seriously not function.  I'm already planning which day this week is going to be my sleep in day.  I'm thinking Friday or Wed.  Both look promising.

I have school tomorrow.

It's only the second week of the spring semester and already I'm not sure I want to go.  I like my classes, even if I don't feel like I'm completely prepared for all of them.  I like the subject matter and the professors.  My classmates aren't bad. 

I think the thing I dread is the hour and half that I have between classes.  Normally breaks are good.  But last week my breaks were just lonely.  And they felt long.  Granted, Tuesday wasn't bad - I was having a feud with the bookstore (ask me about it sometime, it's a thrilling story...) and spent most of my break on the phone with my mom.  But Thursday just sucked.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining.  I'm just not used to having time by myself like that.  I've gotten used to having people around me almost all the time.  Solitude in a place like school isn't a new experience; just one that I have to get used to again.  I can actually get a ton of stuff done during that time if I let myself.  I know that about myself. 

I just have to get used to being alone in the halls again.  At least for a while.  Cause at some point, I'll know someone - anyone - in the halls and will have a friend again.  It just takes time.

I did homework today.  Granted, not all of the reading is going to get done.  But the journaling is caught up, the bulk of the reading for my first class is done, and I think I'll read the speech stuff between classes.  It's a good use of my time.  I need to get my routine back in order.  Last semester, I had it worked out beautifully.  I went to class, I read on the days that I didn't have class, and everything was done with time to spare.  It worked.  I got plenty of sleep, I was able to maintain a somewhat social life (some may not call it that, but I like the one that I have, it works for me), and I was able to enjoy my semester.

The previous week did not have a good routine.  This week I'm going to do better.

I need to, or I'll be buried alive.

My neighbor's dog is doing a ton better.  My neighbor got home last night and was so relieved.  I was happy; one less thing to worry about now.  With any luck, the dog will never die on me.  And I'll still have steady job.  Next month I'm watching my neighbor's dog and son.  It should be ok.  I'm excited.

It's cold today.  I can't wait until the weather becomes more spring-like.  I wanna wear flip flops.

Ok, that's enough blogging for today.  I have another chapter of reading I need to attempt to get read before dinner.

Until next time, my dear readers.  Have a brilliant rest of your Monday. =)

~Meaghan

Sometimes, I Dream

And sometimes I dream I die.

Like last night.  I dreamed I didn't die, but I almost did.  Or maybe I did.  I'm not entirely sure of the outcome of the dream.  I woke up and it was fuzzy around the edges.

What freaks me out about dying in my dreams is that it's almost always nice.  There's always a pleasant element to the dream, almost a surreal feel about it.  Most of the time, when I die in dreams, it's by some freak accident of sorts.  So what does this mean?  Is it like my subconcious trying to start over fresh?  Or is it that my brain just needs a break from stress?

  Last night was actually almost enjoyable, as morbid and horrible as that sounds.  It's like when you go to a cememtary - it's always peaceful there, so even though you're surrounded by dead people buried six feet under, it's nice and enjoyable.  That's kind of how I feel about my dream last night.  I would tell you guys about it, but I think I'm going to hold onto it for writing material later.  It was that interesting of a dream.

On a totally different note, today is Monday.  Monday, Monday, Monday.  I don't know how I feel about that.  Of course, I never know how I feel about Monday, so it doesn't really make much of a difference, if you catch my drift.

And this is where I'm going to leave you for this morning, my Cyberland Readers.  I promise to have my banned book list up at some point today.  Until then, though.

~Meaghan