Love is in the Air

So, i realize that i have not written in QUITE some time; however, this is a particularly special case, seeing as one of my, oh-so-sassy, friends is on the hunt for love.

Although i cannot disclose his name, you should know that this friend is one of a kind. A rather odd hybrid of sexism, spontaneity, and a love for grand gestures. To give a slight insight, once, this very same friend kidnapped me and took me a park at midnight to slip-n-slide down the hills. See? Grand gestures never seize to be exciting.

So, this evening we decided to meet up, and upon the first few sips of my rather boring coffee drink, he bluntly informed me that he plans on spending tomorrow evening out on the town with a girl of mystery.

Between dinner and a night of stargazing, which is what the date is expected to entail, there will be no shot of exciting stories to await after the date! Because in all honesty, I am a little nosey, and prying into his life excites me.

Stay tuned for post-date updates!

And hold your breath for all the events to unfold, I sure will ;)

Embrace All Sorts of Days

Today was an exceptionally cold day in Flagstaff. It literally hurt to be outside. But despite the cold, the day was rather unpleasant on its own. Have you ever had those days where you just feel down for no reason at all? I mean, everything might be going splendidly in your life, but then, all of a sudden, a day comes along that just makes you unhappy for no reason whatsoever. It's almost as if the universe has to balance you out. As if it's not physically possible for you to be completely happy for too long. There has to be some curve balls thrown at you. Some sort of catch that reminds you things aren't always so good. And maybe they shouldn't be. Maybe we need those random bad days, or rough weeks, or utterly awful circumstances to keep us in check.

I think we need those bad days thrown in the mix so that when the good days do come around again, we can appreciate them all the more. We too often forget how luck we are, and what make the things we're thankful for so good, are the bad things that come with them. After all, i'd rather have a few bad days just so that when the good ones happen I can recognize them for what they are.

Seriously, i don't even know if this makes sense right now. All i know is that i had a bad day today. And what made it so bad was that i have no idea what was/is bothering me. And right now i'm blogging-out my problems. So hopefully this will come off as interesting, and not depressing. Because there's no reason for me to spread around the negativity. However, i think it's important to embrace those bad feelings. Don't dwell on them, but let yourself feel down for little bit. Then you'll be able to get over it. That's my plan. Feel bummed, so that tomorrow, i won't be. Cheers to tomorrow! "The sun'll come out!" Hopefully in flagstaff ;)

Goodnight blogger.com

Until our next blog...

14 Hours In Counting

Hello all, whoever that may be.

Okay. It is wednesday night at 11:20. Tomorrow i have an advising meeting with my college counselor at 8:30 a.m. directly followed by continuous classes until 1:30 when i take what may be the hardest french exam yet of the semester. And although i am fully aware that ALL i should be doing right now is studying, this night has been filled with way too many distractions!

First of all, the men's half pipe snowboarding event was on for the olympics tonight, and that was just utterly unavoidable in terms of my attention. How can you deny Sean White?? Also, the ins and outs of french vocab seem completely boring when you could be watching the very first Harry Potter movie on the student library channel. Yet again, another distraction. And finally, the most recent development in my life. I have been chatting with a friend who has recently become slightly more than that. I am not going to disclose any names, seeing as privacy is crucial... and let's be honest, sometimes secrets are too fun to give up. However, despite the disclosure, this "friend" is capturing quite a bit of my attention and, yet again, providing ANOTHER cause for distraction in my studying process. But I can't deny that I'm enjoying it.

All in all, I have come to terms with the fact that (one) there may in fact be no one who ever reads this blog, (two) it is highly likely that my alarm clock will be thrown across my room tomorrow morning, and (three) this night has been filled with far too many wonderful distractions.

For all you readers out there, I have an experiment for you. Tomorrow, at some point or another, try to let AS MANY distractions as you can come your way. See if they take you somewhere exciting. Somewhere unexpected. Just an experiment. Something to break the cycle and put some spontaneous bumps in the road. Au revoir mes amis! Bon soir.

Here We Go

Carpe Diem. To live each day as if it were your last.

In my experience, however legitimate that quantity may seem to you, I have home to realize the the moments when i could have taken an opportunity yet didn't are the ones I regret most. And although spontaneity seems to be evaporating in our world, where days are run by clocks and schedules, it's importance cannot be overlooked.

We have to take chances so that we don't forget we have them. We have to step outside the lines so that our lives don't become boxes built by rules. Jump! Simply so that you can have a second of in-between space, that which resides between the ground and sky.

It's too easy to let the rules define us. Too easy to forget that we don't HAVE to get stuck between appointments and schedules and have-to's and should-have's. Take a breath every now and then. loose yourself in the space between clock hands. Where time stands still, so that it's impossible to waste any. Carpe diem: live each day as if it were your last.

I take chances to see if I can find my way back. And if a can't, then maybe I'm better off somewhere else. Maybe whatever it was that I was so afraid of loosing wasn't really that great after all. From now on, I think I'll do the "un-planned." I think I'll take the leap of faith rather than wait for the thrill to find me. And if my jump only results with me falling on my face, at least I won't be left wondering what might have happened. I'd rather experience life, than live inside a box of conformity because I was too afraid to step outside. Wouldn't you?