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Rainy Days and Mondays…and Tuesdays, and Thursdays…

In Uncategorized on January 21, 2011 at 3:35 am

Today was a bad day.

Not only are Tuesdays and Thursdays my least favorite days as far as classes go, today was especially bad.

I didn’t realize until about 1 that today is the 20th. For those of you who don’t know or don’t remember, it’s been exactly 3 months since my mom died.

I don’t know what’s more unsettling: that it’s been three months already or that it’s only been three months and I almost forgot.

Shouldn’t I be thinking about it all the time or lighting candles or some shit like that?

Nothing in life prepares you to deal with anniversaries like this. When you’re dating, you buy a present or give a card. Or sex. And on a birthday you go out and party or stay with family. But what do you do when it’s been three months (or any amount of time, really) since a parent passed away?

Apparently you have a terrible day, finally realize why, and then be a grouch for the rest of the day until you can write about it on your blog while you’re at work doing nothing. Well, nothing but thinking about anything and everything.

You hope that tomorrow is a better day and try to think about other things.


O 69

In Uncategorized on January 15, 2011 at 3:37 am

I’ve decided to title this blog post with the most annoying BINGO number ever. You would think college students who are sophisticated enough to enjoy BINGO might have the maturity to contain themselves when O 69 is called.

As I sit here, having passed on my duties as BINGO caller for the night, I realize just how bored and tired I am. All I really do is sleep and be bored when I’m doing things. Such is life I suppose.

I’m really hoping this weekend gets better, although working every day until Sunday kind of keeps the fun to a minimum. I think it’s time to drink.

Settling In

In Uncategorized on January 10, 2011 at 9:27 pm

I can’t decide of I’m independent or cold-hearted.

When I’m at home in Cleveland, I live my life there without much thought about my life in Marietta, and vice versa. As bad as it sounds, I feel like if I had to chose between them, I wouldn’t really mind either way.

Again, I ask, am I just independent or cold-hearted?

But I digress…

Settling into a new semester is always the same for me. I’m genuinely excited to start my new classes and get back into the swing of things.

I had my first RA class today and I’m beginning to think I will actually want to be an RA by the end of it.

I once again affirmed my status as an individual (or loner, whatever) through an activity called Crossing the Line. Basically, you either agree or disagree with statements by going to a certain corner of the room. About a quarter of the time I was alone in my little corner. I’ll refrain from breaking into the song from Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella.

At least I got to break in my new shoes.

A Craft You Never Want to Do

In Uncategorized on January 8, 2011 at 6:53 pm

I went to my mom’s grave for the first time today.

But first, a back story. Every year my dad’s side of the family does a Secret Santa so everyone doesn’t have to buy a hundred gifts. Well, this year, we chose names at my niece Charlotte’s 1st birthday party at the beginning of October. As luck would have it, I picked my mom’s name from the hat.

After my mom died, my dad and I decided that I would buy something to put at the cemetery instead of picking another name.

So the other day I went to good old JoAnn Fabrics and bought stuff to make a wreath. Today, my dad and I took it to my mom’s grave.

So, back to the beginning. I went to my mom’s grave for the first time today.

Seeing someone’s name on a grave marker is a whole new reminder that they died. It’s different from being at the funeral because all you see now is flat land marked with a cross. The headstone will be placed in the spring.

Changing the flowers/decorations is a little like redressing a wound. You take off what’s already there to replace it with something nicer, more appropriate. Between cleaning what’s there and putting on what’s new, you’re reminded of why you’re redressing it in the first place. You skinned your knee. You cut your finger. Your mom died. The difference, though, is that your skinned knee or cut finger will heal a hell of a lot faster than what’s left when someone is taken from your life.

The wreath I made at my mom's grave.

The First Musing

In Uncategorized on January 4, 2011 at 6:28 am

“No great work has ever been produced except after a long interval of still and musing meditation.” – Walter Bagehot

Yes, I did just start this blog off with a quote. Not only is it a quote from someone YOU have probably never heard of, but I haven’t either. I quite literally Googled “musing quote” and picked the first one I saw.

Now, it is highly unlikely that this blog will become any “great work,” but the principle reason for including that quote is to prove that I did not make up the word “musing.”

Let me take a moment to explain my title: “A Musing” of course refers to the fact that each blog post is, in fact, a musing; something I have thought about and will perhaps be “amusing” to all of my many tens of fans I will undoubtedly generate with this endeavor. So why touch, you wonder? Well, I plan originally planned to publish this blog entirely from my iPod Touch, which I got rid of. Do I know that the title of this blog could sound dirty to the right people? Of course, that’s part of the reason why I chose it.

To conclude my first post, I want to give a couple reasons for why I plan to write this blog: first, it is a way for my friends that are studying abroad this semester to keep up with my life. Yes, I am that exciting. Second, I am a journalism major so writing is kind of what I do. And finally, I get bored easily and this is just one more thing I can do with my new iPod.

Alas, our time has drawn to a close for now. So rest up because you’ll be screaming for more by the time I get going. And yes, that IS what she said.