Secret's Out

So as people have been slowly hearing, the rumors are true. This pure-bred east coast girl will be picking up and moving to the 801, also known as Salt Lake City, Utah, starting classes there January 5th. While I've got a little more than a month before I depart, there's still tons to do.

It was a tough choice to make, and is currently still catching people by surprise. It seems like most ECers are either born jonesin' to run, or get their feet stuck in Maine's sand, Vermont's snow or Syracuse's mud. I guess I just seemed like the type who'd stay stuck.

This year I turned twenty and I knew I needed something different. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but after a trip to Utah with the lovely Adria , I knew that I might be able to get stuck there for a little bit.

I'm scared as hell but stoked as well, as there is so much to explore between here and Syracuse. Just like Moving Mixtapes says, maybe it's time to get up, get out, get SOMETHING. And I'm ready.

I feel extremely bad that I didn't tell people as I made this choice, but it was just something I had to do. When your feet are teetering on the edge, you can't blink before you jump. The scary part isn't the jumping-- it's getting caught.

So before I leave, I need 50 East Coast Things To Do Before I PEACE. Any and all ideas are welcome. I'll start.. but post up some more good ones!

1) Eat at the Dinosaur BBQ.

2) Ski Toggenburg as much as possible.

3) Take pictures with the windmills.

4) Go to a hockey game.

5) Throw some back with the neighbors.

...off to a great start. Just need your help with 45 more!

hey, I'm not as frustrated as normal.

textually yours,

m.

Snap Back to Reality

Whooop there goes gravity.

Class starts at 10 and I'm blinking a million times to make sure my eyes will stay open. No promises though because any class seems to be sleep-through-worthy these days.

The pre-Thanksgiving countdown has already started, and I'm anticipating the fury that is the few weeks between that and Christmas- the end of the semester.

Flown by? Maybe, but not without refueling a few times, and a lot of turbulence for sure. This semester has left me feeling old and exhausted. With the weekend drink as the only means to wind down, it adds to the circle of death by adding to my continuous drained feeling.

This weekend, school will be hosting it's annual JibFest. I'm stoked for the on-campus rail jam, but there is a lot to do before Friday comes. And that's just for that. Add on homework (yes, I still do most of it) and single-digit hours of sleep, and somehow it'll all get thrown together.

I seem to be the only person I know who can function on little to no sleep. While it makes me pretty miserable, and can't be good for those undereye circles, it just seems like the only option sometimes. Any free time is devoted to homework, errands or cleaning the house- which seems to be the major factor of time consumption lately.

Being adults, you'd think we'd finally realize that there aren't any magic bathroom fairies, but as it turns out, some of us still think that. Apparently people around me still think there are magic cleaning fairies, as our trash sat in the kitchen for over a week, filled to the brim, reeking of sour decomposition of it's contents. While I quietly refused to empty it, there it sat. Amongst all of the homedwellers and visitors, no one said anything, until a Friday at home prompted a friend to take it out- saying she couldn't take it anymore.

It feels like at 21, I'm closer to 31, yet the "kids" I'm picking up after are all officially older than me. But as the old adage goes, I guess age is just a number...

As class draws near, I painfully hope to pound out a few more lines, though my hands are cracked and dry from dishwashing. Dainty? Far from. Many would leave the dishes out til someone else got the hint-- but I guess that doesn't happen.

When are we going to cut the cord? Because I think I can still see it attached to some of my friends. From household to household, there's still a clear matriarch and patriarch, despite our single-sex living environments. I'm pretty exhausted as a Mom though. The nickanme is a compliment, but the banks about broke with the number of family dinners I've had to sponsor, and the nail polish is chipped from the dishes.

Rant? Perhaps, but it's been due for awhile. I sense a professor lingering. Time to slee---learn.

frustratedly yours,
j

to all the haters

I used to become upset, no no, extremely angered, when my favorite bloggers wouldn't frequently update their pages. I didn't understand why someone would have a blog if they weren't going to update it.

For weeks, I'd refresh the pages of my favorite blogs, and still would be disappointed- but now I'm the one causing frustration.

People have lives. I think we get so caught up in the million things WE'RE doing, that we forget that other people are busy as well. I can't believe it's been so long since I posted, let alone wrote something significant or meaningful to me. Sure I've been busy writing for my school paper, but that isn't anything I'm proud of.

So hopefully I can get back here soon.

Sorry for making everyone else, textually frustrated.