breaking through the funk in the morrison hotel.

I’m enjoying this Monday. I’ll attribute it to the fact that it’s warm and sunny today and not simply to the fact that I have no class after 1:30. After my weekend, I feel I deserve a chance to enjoy listening to The Doors’ “Roadhouse Blues” while cleaning up my room and sorting laundry.

Not that my weekend was particularly bad. Friday and Saturday I helped out with Oglethorpe’s Scholarship Weekend, so I met a lot of prospective freshman. And while it was very fun, it gets exhausting having the same conversation with twenty different people. Then my Sunday was just one of those days where I woke up in a funk I just couldn’t get out of. Play therapy with adorable puppies at the pet store and picnicking on Jessica’s floor with Chinese take-out were the highlights of a rather miserable rainy day though. I’m so thankful for my friends. All of them.

The song is now “Land Ho!” and I’ve transferred my first load to the dryer. I’m now going to take a moment to reflect on the fact that it now takes me $1.50 to do one load of laundry instead of the $1.00 it took a few months ago.

Moment’s over. The song now is “Queen of the Highway.”

I should probably take some time out to read. For tomorrow’s classes I: have to finish Remains of the Day, have to read chapters out of Don Quixote, and have to make myself familiar with various tools used in stagecraft. But instead, I’m blogging and looking up the lyrics to David Gray’s “This Year’s Love,” which quite accurately reflect my romantic situation at the moment.

Which is another explanation to my Sunday funk. But I don’t really want to go into that. I don’t do well with bad moods.

Maybe I should grab my journal and venture out onto the quad and plop myself into one of the big adirondacks and just write. I’ve been neglectful recently. Shame on me for slagging on one of my New Year’s Resolutions. And it’s so pretty outside too.

Once “Maggie M’Gill” is over, I’ll do just that.

After I transfer my last load over to the dryer.

i’m in a lewis carroll sort of mood.

Which is a good thing, if you’re wondering. I’m not really sure how to describe it. I think it all started when I found out Chi Phi is going to have a Disney-themed party in two weeks.

My first thought was to dress up as the Dormouse from Alice in Wonderland (because when I think of Disney my mind doesn’t automatically revert to the princesses), so I did the usual Google search to find out what I would need to get to make a costume.

Instead, this is what I found:

 

 

 

and this:

which are both a far cry from what I was originally looking for:

 

I ended up deciding to be a card instead. But I have found myself a new adorable ball of fluff to squeal over, and that is always a very good thing.

But enough of my random ramblings.

I find myself at the end of a very exhausting, very enjoyable long weekend filled with friends, fraternity parties, rehearsal, a date, a Matisse exhibit, laser tag, and movie marathons. Sleep was minimal. But I don’t really mind. A 5 Day Weekend like this only occurs so often, so you have to make the most of it. And for those who would dispute it, the weekend starts on Thursday even if there is French class at 9:00 on Friday. Plus, it’s the first weekend of the new semester – what better way to celebrate it?

Time has passed so quickly. I feel like I should be in February already, things have progressed so much since I last wrote. Nothing is as I left it, I’ve learned from my month of absence. I’ve also learned that I like it. I don’t have to dwell on the questions of what could have been. I don’t have to care anymore about what did and didn’t happen last semester. There’s nothing to weigh heavy on my mind except the pressing need to read Don Quixote and Remains of the Day for class tomorrow. Carefree contentment is such a nice feeling.

Which is why I am currently sitting on Joscelyn’s bed in my favorite shirt from Will Smith’s Fresh Prince era and going through my OU Radio playlist and procrastinating until dinnertime. I personally think it’s a wonderful way to end the weekend.

and so it begins.

A new year. A new semester. Like a stack of presents waiting to be opened. There’s something so overwhelming about it; I have the need to take my time unwrapping and savor each moment. That I’ve arrived back at Oglethorpe and seen most of my friends and sat through my French class hasn’t completely sunk in. Maybe I’m waiting for things to be set in motion.

That must be it.

I am so glad to be back here, back at home. It is home. Even my parents recognize that. I’ve learned to stop correcting myself, clarifying that Oglethorpe and home are the same thing, because it seems as if everyone already knows and understands. I suppose that’s what college does to you. And now that I’m here, everything seems to be falling into position. Nothing seems to have really changed significantly about this place and these people I left a month ago (with the exception of the snow on the ground and the ice on the sidewalks).

It’s as if I’m just picking up exactly where I left off – I’m waiting to see if that will end up being a good thing or not. There’s still that idea of the clean state at the beginning of a new year, starting fresh with people; no expectations still lingering from the last time you saw them. I think that seems like the best attitude to take, don’t you think? I’ll try it and see how it works out. It could be my official New Year’s Resolution, since I really never got around to making one.

And while I’m at it, I’ll make some more:

I resolve to write more. I attempted to do that during my month-long break, but it only happened sporadically. I know I shouldn’t force it, but getting into the habit is better than coming back to my journal every few days or so. And maybe updating the blog will help.

I resolve to read more. I brought two bags of books back with me. Makes sense that I should get through some of them before the semester ends.

And, I resolve to be more patient. Things won’t always work out the way I would like them to, so why fight it?

 

That’s all I have for the moment. Lunch is calling. But really, what more could I add?