God Hath Made You Beautiful

God hath made you beautiful,
Like looming peaks and crashing seas,
As golden glowing fields of barley,
And somber swaying trees,

God hath made you lovely,
Like a singing autumn gust,
As a cherished sitting spot,
And an unwavering trust,

God hath made you divine,
Like cool rain on a once humid day,
Like finding the perfect phrase,
When you run out of things to say,

God hath made you quaint,
Like a path covered in fog so hazy,
Like walking a rose garden,
And finding a single daisy,

Yes, God hath made you beautiful,
Like a still, reflecting pond,
Shimmering and glistening,
Like an unbreakable bond.

~I wrote this for my best friends, as they are blessings from God!

Another First Snowfall...

I really dislike that my community adviser from the U just sent me a very obvious template email about something. I thought it was nice when I emailed her before and she seemed very up-to-date on my academics. This email referred to me as a transfer student that might be doing poorly in a class due to being unfamiliar with the U of M and how it works. Wow. I think that's the first time being a number has bothered me...at all.

Ahh, I keep wanting to refer to every snowfall as the first snowfall...probably cause none of it has stuck. I don't want it to though. I don't mind it snowing, I just don't need to add dealing with Minnesota to my life, too haha.

I always feel like such a putz on Fridays...and yet, I wish all my school days were like my fridays. They're lazy days. I get to sit in a cafe and sip coffee all day! Can't complain about that. And then end the day with my favorite class!

I've actually been understanding biology in the last week and a half!! It's a flipping miracle. Really. I mean, maybe not because genetics confused me in high school, too, but that I can actually understand a science concept at college level...maybe I won't have to take bio over! Here's prayin'!

Hmm...what else. I guess I like the implied pause of "..." today. I've used it quite a bit.

I've bought one cup of coffee, and I've been sitting here for like 3 hours. Hahaha, I don't know if the workers care enough to be annoyed with me, or if they've even noticed. I love people watching, it's part of the reason I never get much done on my coffee fridays.

Ahh, I'm off to read the paper! Talk about great homework!

Deciding for Ourselves

It's interesting how you can be searching and searching for your purpose and passion, and once you just admit to yourself what it is, it becomes so obvious. I don't know, this might be redundant. I'll explain what I mean.

It becomes obvious either way, that is to say it's a matter of trial and error. You just have to go with it; go with something. Take it and run. And when you realize it's not the right thing, you try one of the other things on your list. It seems in order to succeed, you have to be open to the idea of failure. If failure is not an option, it seems to me that true happiness is not, either.

Society has primed us to believe that simply trying something to see how you might like it is not okay. We must do something, and commit to it, to the bitter end. My point is not to refute that completely; not that there aren't things we shouldn't commit to wholeheartedly, but that it's okay to be wrong.

I feel that the way I found out what career path I want was to put myself fully into an idea, as if nothing would stop me from achieving it, with the exception of myself. Then, if I decided it wasn't what I wanted, I could just change my mind. And although I look to the people who know me well to help me make decisions, I had to make the decisions on my own. If I were to make them based on what anyone else wants, it probably wouldn't make me happy with my decision.

I think in order to figure out where your passion lies, you just have to dive into one of the possibilities. You also have to be able to be honest with yourself as to what the possibilities are; be courageous, and yet realistic, while remaining true to yourself. And if it doesn't work out, try the next one on the list. When you pick the right one, it just seems so clear.

Then it's on to the rest of life's decisions...

The Day of the First (Substantial) Snow Fall

I don't really have a reason to be using (or maybe abusing, haha) the computer in the Journ Library. I could be doing homework, but what fun would that be? Especially not fun due to the fact that I couldn't sleep [well] last night.

Funny how things work, huh? My today commute was the shortest it's been so far, and it's the first REAL snow fall. The other day didn't really count to me because this is actually sticking around so far. I had a nice 2 inches or so on my car this morning, and no brush-thingy in sight. I frantically ran to get one, as I was already behind schedule, and with the snow...but alas, I arrived at my bus stop with time to spare!

My bus went from nearly empty to full to capacity in a matter of 3 Marcy-Holmes neighborhood stops.

I had a mass media effect test this morning. I am bad at essay questions, - which is kind of sad for a communications major...So that might not have gone so well. I looked at my notes afterward, and I definitely did the last essay COMPLETELY wrong...whoops! C'est la vie, I guess. I could not for the life of me remember the 4 components that this one scholar listed as needs. Poo.

I have about half hour til my next class. It's probably my least favorite. I should finish my french homework before hand, but will I? Doubtful. Why am I such an apathetic student? I like that I tried to promise myself I wouldn't be that way this semester, and yet...

I have my first biology mid-term tonight. 6pm. I'll be doin' some big studyin' for that one this afternoon. After the my longest and most tedious class (french). I've kind of been okay with Bio lately, but then again I've barely seen any of my grades and attendance isn't taken at lecture. What's to dislike? I guess I'll know after my first exam. Thank the Lord for pass/fail!

Well, I should really go finish my french homework, and take down that peanut butter sandwich before class. A la prochaine fois!

Can't Give You Anymore

Don’t forget,
Where we’ve been,
And remember that when,
The world is crashing around you,
Look at those who surround you,
Many have only just found you,

You think I'm not there,
And you say it's not fair,
But what do you know,
About how much I care,

And you can shoot me straight,
But I can't do the same,
And we both know,
It's not my aim,
It's my heart that's the matter,
I don't want things to shatter,
But I'm breaking anyway,
So I choose the wrong thing to say,
One time and one day,
But I can't fix it all,
Can't break everything's fall,
When I've given everything I had in store,
I'm sorry when I can't give you anymore.

"Give a Little" - maybe not my favorite...

I've been pushing you,
Cause I don't,
Know what else to do,
It's hard to always loose,

You've gotta learn to give,
A little,
Meet in the middle,
And to my surprise,
Maybe one day we'll compromise,

When the tension hangs where it does,
And all I can think of is where I was when you,
Broke my heart a time or two,
Yeah you always play tough with me,
And in that I've learned to be,
A little more straight with you,
But it seems you never wanted me to,

You've gotta learn to give,
A little,
Meet in the middle,
And to my surprise,
Maybe one day we'll compromise,

How do we remain,
Two different people in the same strain,
As friends,
Where the competition never ends,
And we, we can't seem to see,
The points that make the other side,
Okay,
So how,
Do we make sense out of all this now,
Tell me,
Will we,
Will we ever...

learn to give,
A little,
Meet in the middle,
And to our surprise,
Maybe one day we'll compromise,

Oh we need to,
Give a little,
Meet in the middle,
Once we are just a bit more wise,
Maybe we'll know to compromise.

My Autumn Windowsill

As a cold breeze washes over me,
The chills to my bones sober me,
Sit,
Up,
Right,
Don't,
Get,
Uptight,
Let the crisp air breathe in my soul,
Lost in the midnight sky's black hole,
Placed ever-so secretly among scheming stars,
And though I don't believe in fate,
There's someone, somewhere dreaming ours,
And under this night light,
I find myself in awe,
A perfect peaceful scene,
Dark but without flaw,
Swirling and charming, all the while still,
Not a thing is moving in my autumn windowsill,

Like a love song from one to another,
Without a single word,
How does one know its feeling,
Without ever having heard,
And yet a melodious, fanciful candor,
Of an evening of fall grandeur,
Can be heard on its stillest night,
In the brisk air,
Of the soft moonlight.

Sweater Season

There's something about fall that always makes me want to write. It makes me want to blog, journal, write poems and songs, etc. ... everything except write that french paper I have due monday. I could be doing that, but am? No.

I did however do my favorite homework today, for my favorite class: read the paper. Brilliant. Just the type of homework I don't mind.

Yes, there's something just so inspiring about the now chilly, dreary weather. Even when I don't like the weather, I like it. I'm not a huge fan of the light mist, but I'd take it over the typical july/august air density any day. Something about that little chill that we all get - at least for the first couple weeks of fall, if not the whole time - is an avid reminder of the fact that we're alive. We're freezing, but we're alive. It's a weird kind of shock that's refreshing at the same time.

The air just seems to smell better in autumn, too. It smells fresh, and crisp. You can smell the leaves before they drop.

There's a magnificence and a splendor to fall, even when it's gray, - or maybe that's just my opinion. Not to mention, sweater season!! Can't deny the greatness of that!

(bear with me, I haven't been writing for pleasure all summer long, and I don't have time to edit this so I just want to post it as is; it may suck.)