Atlantian with a passion for literature, a knack for writing, and an elephant obsession.
Respond to every call that excites your spirit.
Ignore those that make you fearful
and sad, that degrade you
back toward disease and death."
…and it’s going to be a good one.
I’m kicking the break off right after my final by going bowling with Liz, Manda, Court, Angela, and Carol.
Then tomorrow night is Casey’s graduation party at Highlands. Hello, karaoke!
This weekend I’m going to a wedding in Hiram with an open bar, and spending time with friends I haven’t seen in quite some time.
Then next week, I’m going to a tacky Christmas sweater party in Kennesaw, then attending another party the following night after I pick up Steen from the airport!
The plans I’ve made so far only skim the surface of the fun I’m going to have before I start my last semester of my undergraduate career in January.
I’ve been missing the beach lately. I’m craving the salt on my skin, the wind, the humidity, and the sand between my toes.
I swear I could live at the beach and never get tired of it.
I’ve been sitting in the apartment for thirty minutes waiting on the movers to get here so I can tell them where to put the furniture, and I’m about to lose my mind. I had a really messed up dream right before I got up and it’s shaken me up. I hate it when that happens. Ugh.
What kind of finals week would be complete without a series of crises?
Eating in my sleep is becoming a serious problem.
Let it be known: I’m an incredible writer.
I’m blowing my own mind right now. This might be the best paper I’ve ever written. It’s really strange sometimes to just sit back and look at your own writing objectively (or try to, at least).
All of a sudden, the complexity of my argument I’ve developed stands out, and I’m just baffled that I’ve done it so effectively and eloquently.
I really recognize writing as an art when I approach my work from that perspective. Few people really have the ability to form an intricate argument and present it in such well-woven writing.
I’m so incredibly proud of myself for what I’ve written thus far.
I am so overwhelmed by this paper. I can’t even.
I’ve been throwing up all day. I think I pulled a muscle in my back. I missed all of my classes. And I’m about to pull an all-nighter and start/finish my 24-page paper that’s due on Wednesday.
Watching the Garth Brooks Live Show on CBS with my Dad. Getting back to my roots and loving it.