The fall semester is finished, which means I can finally start blogging for real again!!
I’ve been posting for a few days now on my other blog, but I’ve honestly just been out of ideas for what to post on here. So I haven’t yet, lol. I wrote something up yesterday, but it’s a little hardcore and salty after my crappy weekend at work, so I didn’t want to put it up as my first thing back. I should probably ease into that kind of stuff.
I am thinking about posting an excerpt from something I’ve been writing over the past few months. I originally wanted it to be a short story, but nine chapters in, I’m realizing that it’s going to be a novel. So maybe tomorrow I will throw a bit from it out there and see what everyone thinks. Feedback is always nice 😉
But other than that, as well as saying that this semester absolutely SUCKED, that’s all I have for you now. I hope you’ve been well, and I hope you welcome me and my stupid blogging back with open arms.
Thanks for reading, and talk to you again soon.
Normally, I name things before I write them so I stay on track as I go, but I’m not gonna do that this time.
The more I think, I know love is like being in water.
One minute you sink, and the next, you’re just like fodder,
slowly floating away after having been so enclosed.
But the more you start to fade, the more you start to grow.
And the more you start to grow, the more you start to know,
and the more you start to know, the more you start to row
back from where you drifted, into each other’s arms.
And you realize just how gifted you are to have love in your hearts.
Yes, just like water, so refreshing then so bland,
you never seem to ever miss it ’till it’s no longer in your hand.
I wrote this in the car the other day while I was on my way home from Florida. I don’t know if it’s actually good, but I like it. So I’m posting it. I haven’t written any poetry in awhile, so this was very refreshing to do. Also, with school having started yesterday and already being a little hectic, it was something easy to get out. Hopefully, you enjoyed, and I thank you for reading regardless.
So it’s been a few days, eh?
Well, like I mentioned at the end of my last post, I am now in Florida — Disney World, to be exact. And I planned on blogging every day while here, but that just didn’t happen.
There are many reasons why I didn’t keep my promise, mostly dealing with general exhaustion after walking almost 10 miles every day. However, there are other reasons, too, which I will have to talk about in a later post after I finish this trip. Or maybe even before. Who knows. I just need to find the words to explain it first.
But anyway, here’s a brief update to let you all know I’m still alive. I’m currently by a giant, Pirates of the Caribbean-themed swimming pool getting attacked by bugs while waiting for both a chocolate chip cookie and a thunderstorm to arrive. I am relaxed and happy, and I really have the urge to go creatively write.
Ah, but my cookie is here now, so it looks like I’m gonna go. Talk to you again very soon, I hope.
I am a Christian, and I do not believe that people are reborn. We are born, we live, and then we die. That’s it. There are no second chances on Earth.
However — and I’ve had this conversation with many different people — there are times when I get this sort of deja vu sensation that feels like I’ve experienced something before, almost as if in another life.
I really don’t know how to explain what I mean other than by saying that, occasionally, I’ll see or hear something that evokes this odd, distant familiarity inside, and I just feel in my bones that there is no other reason for the closeness than the fact that I’ve experienced the situation before.
But I can’t recall ever doing so in my current life. So, why do I know it??
Maybe it’s just my imagination. After all, I dream to be a fiction writer. Maybe that overpoweringly creative part of my mind just can’t help but place me in the different situations of the world. Or maybe there’s something bigger going on that we humans can’t understand, something leaking out from God unto us, for whatever reason.
I don’t know. I’ll never know. But I still thought it was worth pondering for a moment.
Anyway, it’s time for me to go to Disney ❤ So I’ll talk to you all again very soon, from Florida!
YESSSS I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE.
That’s it. My teenage years are finally over. I am officially 20, and it feels absolutely no different than 19, lol.
I honestly don’t think there are enough words in the dictionary to describe all the ways I’ve changed in the past two years.
I did a post like this once before, but it was in response to the New York Times calling Pittsburgh boring. Harrumph, it is not boring. You just have to know where to go. (Which only the locals do…)
Anyway, I’m posting again about the things there are to do in Pittsburgh for two reasons: One, I have a friend who is an avid reader of my blog coming to visit the city for the first time this weekend, and I think he would like to know a little more about what he’s getting himself into (sup, Jay 😉 ). Two, I need to tell all of the international students that I mentor just how much fun they’re gonna have once they arrive here next month, and what better way to do so than through a blog post?
That is, if they actually ever read it. Haha. Hah. Hah.
Just kidding. I have faith that they will.
Now this is what I’m talking about: less serious, more fun.