Wow! I have updated this blog in a long time. Tumblr might have stolen some of my attention, but the format really isn't as much about blogging as about reposting cute pictures and posting a couple of lines about your day.
So, I'll give this a try again. At least for a day. I barely find time to journal, so updating a blog consistently is an iffy venture. Probably won't happen. But that's okay. It's not like anyone reads what I have written. And that's okay.
Lately, I've been musing a lot about dreams. Not sleepytime dreams. The dreams inside your heart, inside your soul. The ones that consume you. The ones that you reach out to grab, but pull away from because of fear. The ones that are never within reach.
Sometimes, my dreams don't make sense to me. I mean, if it's really one of my dreams, I should chase it whole-heartedly, try to grab it. Not shrink back in fear of the changes it would bring. You shouldn't be afraid of your own dreams, should you?
Or is that normal?
Some of my dreams are big. Pursuing them would literally change everything. My whole life. I tried to ignore the dreams for awhile, but God has placed them on my heart for a reason. He planted them so they could grow.
I need to stop being afraid. I need to run after them, chase them down, through fields, through cities, through waters.
I need to continue to dream.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Monday, November 22, 2010
I Must be Crazy
I'm attempting to do NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). 50,000 words in one month. I started out so naively and full of hopes that floated higher than a hot air balloon on a windy day. '50,000 words? No problem. That's only about 1,677 words a day.'
WRONG.
WRONG.
WRONG.
School had other plans for me. Teachers must not be fans of NaNoWriMo because they assigned massive loads of homework. Papers to write and tests to take. Ah, the life of a college student. Especially one who is unaffected by caffeine. People always say, 'Thank goodness for Starbucks! I can't survive without my morning cup of coffee.' I smile and nod.
However, on the bright side, I am only eight thousand word behind now. I was about twelve thousand behind. I feel that I can probably make it up over this Thanksgiving break.
The musings of my life :)
WRONG.
WRONG.
WRONG.
School had other plans for me. Teachers must not be fans of NaNoWriMo because they assigned massive loads of homework. Papers to write and tests to take. Ah, the life of a college student. Especially one who is unaffected by caffeine. People always say, 'Thank goodness for Starbucks! I can't survive without my morning cup of coffee.' I smile and nod.
However, on the bright side, I am only eight thousand word behind now. I was about twelve thousand behind. I feel that I can probably make it up over this Thanksgiving break.
The musings of my life :)
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Ah, my Dear Friend, We Meet Again: Hello Procrastination
I really should be working on my paper about film noir for my humanities class. It's due tomorrow, and it's already quite late. At least I don't have to be to school until tomorrow afternoon. Although I do also need to read the first two acts of Othello (Goodbye, Hamlet. Hello, Othello <---That rhymes. Kind of).
Anyhow, I don't find my paper terribly interesting, which isn't a good sign. If I don't find anything so far in my paper worth reading, I'm sure my teacher will be bored to tears. I just have a loathing for research papers. Creative writing, I adore thee. Research papers, go drown in a vat of cheese. Considering that, as of right now, I'm an English major, this is not a good thing.
Oh dear. I just remembered that I have a paper due Thursday for one of my literature classes, and a quiz for my pysch class. This is like push-ups for my brain. I can't even do push-ups with my body.
On the bright side, I tried a new kind of SoBe today. Raspberry Lemonade with five calories. Yum! My bottle cap said 'Meaning Now HAHA.' I suppose that's a sign that I should get back to work on my paper. Farewell :)
Anyhow, I don't find my paper terribly interesting, which isn't a good sign. If I don't find anything so far in my paper worth reading, I'm sure my teacher will be bored to tears. I just have a loathing for research papers. Creative writing, I adore thee. Research papers, go drown in a vat of cheese. Considering that, as of right now, I'm an English major, this is not a good thing.
Oh dear. I just remembered that I have a paper due Thursday for one of my literature classes, and a quiz for my pysch class. This is like push-ups for my brain. I can't even do push-ups with my body.
On the bright side, I tried a new kind of SoBe today. Raspberry Lemonade with five calories. Yum! My bottle cap said 'Meaning Now HAHA.' I suppose that's a sign that I should get back to work on my paper. Farewell :)
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Introduction
I think that the overall theme for this blog will be Random Musings by a Random Girl. It's a working title, subject to change. <--- My disclaimer.
My name is Erica, and I love life.
Overview of mwah: (As another disclaimer, I can't receive any creativity points for this introduction since this is just copied off of my Facebook page. I've been adding to it for months. I didn't write all of this in one sitting).
I'm 19 and I love life, CYT, writing, music, pottery, but most of all, God. I really want to learn to ice skate, but I'm scared of it. :P Oh, and I have an invisible pet chicken named Murphee. Oh, and I tried sushi once, but didn't really like it. My friend tricked me into trying the really spicy wasabi sauce. Blech. :P
I'm thankful for friends who do push-ups with me, who do push-ups with me, do puppet shows in the middle of toy stores with me, who talk in the green room with me, who visit Princess Lubi with me, who listen to me, who go to Build-a-Bear with me, who embrace invisible animals with me, who trick me into trying Wasabi sauce, who go to concerts with me, who think they can read my mind, who go on safaris with me, who play Life over the phone with me, and who encourage me. :)
At the moment, I really want a pet earthworm. I had one, but he escaped in my room somewhere and I never found him. Tragic. So I need another. Someone could be my BFF for life if he or she showed up on my doorstep with an earthworm in a cute, decorated jar. "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach," but "The way to my heart is through an earthworm." Have I mentioned that I'm random? I'm guessing I didn't really need to mention that. It's kind of redundant. I really like to avoid redundancy, if at all possible, but it doesn't always happen.
Can you tell it's late at night? Yup. It is, just in case you didn't know. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be a princess when I grow up. Actually, scratch that. I'm not just pretty sure, I'm CERTAIN! Or I'll at least own a princess dress.
At the moment, I really want some chocolate, a fire, my writing notebooks, some music, and an episode of 'I Love Lucy.' Oh yes. I can multitask. The quality of my multitasking skills is up for debate, but that's not the point.
I love CYT. I'm too old for it now, but it's made such a difference in my life. I've learned so much about God and have made some amazing friendships that I hope will stay with me the rest of my life. I'm so grateful for all of the lessons I have learned.
Dance! Dance! Dance! Lalalalalalalala! Well, actually, that's singing, but hey. Close enough. Besides, it's not like anyone is actually reading this. :P So I can be as random and crazy as I like heehee.
One of my dreams is that, when I'm older and have my own house, I'll have a room full of books. New books with crisp pages and old books with their wonderfully musty smell. I'll have overstuffed chairs in my reading room, along with a fireplace. Mmmm...yes. This is one of my dreams.
I love reading. Just pointing that out in case you hadn't already figured that out (Yes, this was a sentence fragment, but I purposefully made a sentence fragment, so it's an issue of style, not poor grammar). I love all different kinds of books. One of my favorite authors is Erynn Mangum. She writes Christian Chick-Lit, and the characters in her books are a lot like me. While reading her books, I keep thinking, 'That girl is such a dork...Like me!' However, one of the best books I have ever read is My Hands Came Away Red. It's a powerful, moving book. I'm rereading it for the 3rd time, and I don't normally reread books because I'm so busy reading new ones. It's the kind of book that shakes you, inspires you, and makes you think, all at the same time.
I will admit that, at this point, I feel like I'm rambling. Oh well. It's all right. This is my introduction. I have ramble rights =) I like to write a lot, so that explains my wordiness. However, for a piece to be powerful, it doesn't need to be wordy. Sometimes, it's better to be concise and focus on choosing the right words, instead of numerous ones. "Quality vs. quantity," as my mother would say.
Let's all dance around with toothpaste! Yes! That does sound delightful! This statement really wasn't as random as it appears. I am, in fact, staring at a tube of toothpaste. I don't know why it's on the computer desk, but, alas, it provides some fodder for conversation.
I really want to learn to play the bagpipes, underwater basketweave, speak Czech, text blindfolded, and see with my eyes closed. Those are some of my whimsical goals in life. Whimsical. I like that word. A lot. It's my word of the week. Or the year. Or the day. Or the hour. I don't know yet.
One of the coolest things that has happened thus far in my life occurred at school. Occasionally, around the campus, I'll see this one guy dressed in black pants, a white shirts, and sunglasses. Now, obviously, he is an FBI agent. There is simply no other explanation. It makes me happy when I see him because how cool is it to see an FBI agent? :P
One of the best inventions is the self-check machine at the library. No longer do I have to deal with librarians giving me strange looks as I hand them my fifty books to check out. No longer can they say to me, 'So you're the one who's been clogging up the system.' Life is so much easier :P
If you've read all this, tell me, and I'll give you a gold star. :P
My name is Erica, and I love life.
Overview of mwah: (As another disclaimer, I can't receive any creativity points for this introduction since this is just copied off of my Facebook page. I've been adding to it for months. I didn't write all of this in one sitting).
I'm 19 and I love life, CYT, writing, music, pottery, but most of all, God. I really want to learn to ice skate, but I'm scared of it. :P Oh, and I have an invisible pet chicken named Murphee. Oh, and I tried sushi once, but didn't really like it. My friend tricked me into trying the really spicy wasabi sauce. Blech. :P
I'm thankful for friends who do push-ups with me, who do push-ups with me, do puppet shows in the middle of toy stores with me, who talk in the green room with me, who visit Princess Lubi with me, who listen to me, who go to Build-a-Bear with me, who embrace invisible animals with me, who trick me into trying Wasabi sauce, who go to concerts with me, who think they can read my mind, who go on safaris with me, who play Life over the phone with me, and who encourage me. :)
At the moment, I really want a pet earthworm. I had one, but he escaped in my room somewhere and I never found him. Tragic. So I need another. Someone could be my BFF for life if he or she showed up on my doorstep with an earthworm in a cute, decorated jar. "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach," but "The way to my heart is through an earthworm." Have I mentioned that I'm random? I'm guessing I didn't really need to mention that. It's kind of redundant. I really like to avoid redundancy, if at all possible, but it doesn't always happen.
Can you tell it's late at night? Yup. It is, just in case you didn't know. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be a princess when I grow up. Actually, scratch that. I'm not just pretty sure, I'm CERTAIN! Or I'll at least own a princess dress.
At the moment, I really want some chocolate, a fire, my writing notebooks, some music, and an episode of 'I Love Lucy.' Oh yes. I can multitask. The quality of my multitasking skills is up for debate, but that's not the point.
I love CYT. I'm too old for it now, but it's made such a difference in my life. I've learned so much about God and have made some amazing friendships that I hope will stay with me the rest of my life. I'm so grateful for all of the lessons I have learned.
Dance! Dance! Dance! Lalalalalalalala! Well, actually, that's singing, but hey. Close enough. Besides, it's not like anyone is actually reading this. :P So I can be as random and crazy as I like heehee.
One of my dreams is that, when I'm older and have my own house, I'll have a room full of books. New books with crisp pages and old books with their wonderfully musty smell. I'll have overstuffed chairs in my reading room, along with a fireplace. Mmmm...yes. This is one of my dreams.
I love reading. Just pointing that out in case you hadn't already figured that out (Yes, this was a sentence fragment, but I purposefully made a sentence fragment, so it's an issue of style, not poor grammar). I love all different kinds of books. One of my favorite authors is Erynn Mangum. She writes Christian Chick-Lit, and the characters in her books are a lot like me. While reading her books, I keep thinking, 'That girl is such a dork...Like me!' However, one of the best books I have ever read is My Hands Came Away Red. It's a powerful, moving book. I'm rereading it for the 3rd time, and I don't normally reread books because I'm so busy reading new ones. It's the kind of book that shakes you, inspires you, and makes you think, all at the same time.
I will admit that, at this point, I feel like I'm rambling. Oh well. It's all right. This is my introduction. I have ramble rights =) I like to write a lot, so that explains my wordiness. However, for a piece to be powerful, it doesn't need to be wordy. Sometimes, it's better to be concise and focus on choosing the right words, instead of numerous ones. "Quality vs. quantity," as my mother would say.
Let's all dance around with toothpaste! Yes! That does sound delightful! This statement really wasn't as random as it appears. I am, in fact, staring at a tube of toothpaste. I don't know why it's on the computer desk, but, alas, it provides some fodder for conversation.
I really want to learn to play the bagpipes, underwater basketweave, speak Czech, text blindfolded, and see with my eyes closed. Those are some of my whimsical goals in life. Whimsical. I like that word. A lot. It's my word of the week. Or the year. Or the day. Or the hour. I don't know yet.
One of the coolest things that has happened thus far in my life occurred at school. Occasionally, around the campus, I'll see this one guy dressed in black pants, a white shirts, and sunglasses. Now, obviously, he is an FBI agent. There is simply no other explanation. It makes me happy when I see him because how cool is it to see an FBI agent? :P
One of the best inventions is the self-check machine at the library. No longer do I have to deal with librarians giving me strange looks as I hand them my fifty books to check out. No longer can they say to me, 'So you're the one who's been clogging up the system.' Life is so much easier :P
If you've read all this, tell me, and I'll give you a gold star. :P
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