This is the question that comes to mind right now. I guess I don't really even have a good reason to post anything right now! In fact, the only 'new' bit of news that I guess I would have is that I'm about to clean the bathroom, and what sort of news is that?
Nah, but really - I went to this Board of Trustees meeting after all, and it was quite a good experience after all. It was pleasant to sit in on it with Sarah while she was there, and then after the whole meeting was over (three hours early, I might add!), one of the members held the door open for me as I walked out and commented, "And she comes just in time for lunch to stay until the end of the meeting." It was so neat to meet him, though - it was his family (grandfather, I believe) that was heavily involved in a lot of foundational things at SMU. Indeed, SMU was what I immediately thought of when I first found out his last name - Caruth (like, Caruth Auditorium in the Music Building?) -- awesome! He seemed really nice, too.
Anyway, I guess I'll go clean the bathroom now. My standard cleaning arrangement consists of loud music playing. In fact, it's hard to imagine a successful cleaning session without loud music playing. So here I go, to go blast some really loud music and make dusty gunk go away! :o)
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Rainy nights
"And when the rain beats against my window pane, I think of summer days again and dream of you..."
I love that song. It makes me happy, and I do think of summer days (and nights -- ohhh, how I love warm summer nights in Texas), and I just like the rain overall. Especially when it's beating against my windowpane at night, as it is now. I love the feeling of nostalgia and pondering it brings. I just sort of like sitting in bed and thinking overall. :)
I'm liking the idea of setting a certain time to get ready for bed and then just sitting in bed doing whatever until I get reeeeeally sleepy, until I put my computer or book or what-have-you down or lay it on my chest as if I were going to pick it up minutes later and resume as if nothing happened and fall asleep. :) I generally rebel against the idea of having a bedtime, but this I can handle. And I do like getting up early in the morning; I just never do it (anymore, or at least right now, while class is not in session for me) because I end up going to bed so late. Tonight will be an exception (I have to sit in as a student rep on a Board of Trustees meeting at our school early tomorrow morning, so I'm in bed just a bit earlier than normal. ^^
It's nice to spend time with myself once again. After a full schedule last bimester and a hectic, whirlwind trip around some northern parts of our country after Christmas, and even after spending much time out of the house with other people earlier this month, it's nice to sit back and be with myself. There's kind of an old, familiar feeling to it, as if I know myself from somewhere way back when...
It's a bit unfortunate that my power cord for the laptop has decided to die on me. My dad said he can do what sounds to me an awful lot like power cord surgery: he said he will cut the cord open and splice together some wires inside. I asked if there would be a risk of electrocution, but he he thought I meant while he carried out this procedure, and he kind of chuckled and said that he would have the cord unplugged while he worked on it. When I asked if there would be any risk afterwards, (I mean, [at least once] open wires, right? Come on!) he said that you would feel it if you touched the wire to your tongue, but otherwise, you wouldn't even notice. So I guess I'll be okay as long as I don't get a sudden urge to lick my power cord afterwards, and even then, I guess I'd be okay.
Anyway, my point in saying all that about the power cord (besides just to say it - I like writing, I think. At least sometimes.) is that I only have a limited amount of time to write tonight. Which I guess is good, because I really do need to get enough sleep to be nice and alert tomorrow, I guess. I was a little worried at first -- I thought that as one of the student reps (Sarah M. is going to be the other one, the main one), I might have to carry the weight of the collective student conscience on my shoulders and speak up absolutely every time I thought I could make a difference in any small way that would benefit the student body. Man, what a responsibility that would be. But the GIAL person that Sarah and I talked to today told us that the other people would probably do a lot of the talking and that we would only be expected to pipe up if they asked us a question or if we did want to say something about what the students might think about something or how something could help them -- us. I'm still a little bit nervous, I guess, about whatever our responsibilities will be for tomorrow, but I guess I should just try to relax and let things unfold the way they will.
Wow. I actually find that I'm getting a bit sleepy (maybe it's all that talk about the meeting tomorrow!) Oh! I do have some exciting news. Tomorrow, I'll be traveling up to Plano to see a popular Christian music artist from Brazil named Atilano Muradas, somebody I've admired from afar ever since Tom Avery lent me one of his CDs ("Brasileiros") back in the spring of '08. I might go with my roommate and with Garry. It will be fun - I loooove his music, his personality (at least from what I can gather from watching YouTube videos and hearing other people talk about him and such :)), and his spirit!
Okay, now I'm gong to close. I'm going to go write in a more private journal that won't be posted online. And my battery is due to run out in 16 minutes. So, be well, all of you, good readers, and know that I am glad that you are reading. :) You are friends, and I wish you well!
Good night.
Mary
I love that song. It makes me happy, and I do think of summer days (and nights -- ohhh, how I love warm summer nights in Texas), and I just like the rain overall. Especially when it's beating against my windowpane at night, as it is now. I love the feeling of nostalgia and pondering it brings. I just sort of like sitting in bed and thinking overall. :)
I'm liking the idea of setting a certain time to get ready for bed and then just sitting in bed doing whatever until I get reeeeeally sleepy, until I put my computer or book or what-have-you down or lay it on my chest as if I were going to pick it up minutes later and resume as if nothing happened and fall asleep. :) I generally rebel against the idea of having a bedtime, but this I can handle. And I do like getting up early in the morning; I just never do it (anymore, or at least right now, while class is not in session for me) because I end up going to bed so late. Tonight will be an exception (I have to sit in as a student rep on a Board of Trustees meeting at our school early tomorrow morning, so I'm in bed just a bit earlier than normal. ^^
It's nice to spend time with myself once again. After a full schedule last bimester and a hectic, whirlwind trip around some northern parts of our country after Christmas, and even after spending much time out of the house with other people earlier this month, it's nice to sit back and be with myself. There's kind of an old, familiar feeling to it, as if I know myself from somewhere way back when...
It's a bit unfortunate that my power cord for the laptop has decided to die on me. My dad said he can do what sounds to me an awful lot like power cord surgery: he said he will cut the cord open and splice together some wires inside. I asked if there would be a risk of electrocution, but he he thought I meant while he carried out this procedure, and he kind of chuckled and said that he would have the cord unplugged while he worked on it. When I asked if there would be any risk afterwards, (I mean, [at least once] open wires, right? Come on!) he said that you would feel it if you touched the wire to your tongue, but otherwise, you wouldn't even notice. So I guess I'll be okay as long as I don't get a sudden urge to lick my power cord afterwards, and even then, I guess I'd be okay.
Anyway, my point in saying all that about the power cord (besides just to say it - I like writing, I think. At least sometimes.) is that I only have a limited amount of time to write tonight. Which I guess is good, because I really do need to get enough sleep to be nice and alert tomorrow, I guess. I was a little worried at first -- I thought that as one of the student reps (Sarah M. is going to be the other one, the main one), I might have to carry the weight of the collective student conscience on my shoulders and speak up absolutely every time I thought I could make a difference in any small way that would benefit the student body. Man, what a responsibility that would be. But the GIAL person that Sarah and I talked to today told us that the other people would probably do a lot of the talking and that we would only be expected to pipe up if they asked us a question or if we did want to say something about what the students might think about something or how something could help them -- us. I'm still a little bit nervous, I guess, about whatever our responsibilities will be for tomorrow, but I guess I should just try to relax and let things unfold the way they will.
Wow. I actually find that I'm getting a bit sleepy (maybe it's all that talk about the meeting tomorrow!) Oh! I do have some exciting news. Tomorrow, I'll be traveling up to Plano to see a popular Christian music artist from Brazil named Atilano Muradas, somebody I've admired from afar ever since Tom Avery lent me one of his CDs ("Brasileiros") back in the spring of '08. I might go with my roommate and with Garry. It will be fun - I loooove his music, his personality (at least from what I can gather from watching YouTube videos and hearing other people talk about him and such :)), and his spirit!
Okay, now I'm gong to close. I'm going to go write in a more private journal that won't be posted online. And my battery is due to run out in 16 minutes. So, be well, all of you, good readers, and know that I am glad that you are reading. :) You are friends, and I wish you well!
Good night.
Mary
An initial bit of writing
This is exciting, sort of. I used to use a Xanga when I was in high school, but recently (like, just tonight), I got the idea of creating a blog somewhere else from a somewhat disillusioned Xanga user - a guy who was sort of fed up with a lot of the content Xanga blogs had started to (well, probably not just started to) show up with. So, I thought I would move, too, or at least make a new blog. :) I like new things sometimes. They are fun to play around with and give the sense of a new beginning, at least in some cases.
So, I suppose I shouldn't write too much for tonight, since it's getting rather late. One of my biggest hangups before with blogs was that I never felt like I could post personal information or name any names in fear that somebody who knew that somebody - or something like that - would read the blog and be affected by it in some sort of way. I was a real big gotta-live-for-what-other-people-think sort of person. Still am, I guess - in a way. But I think I'm understanding a bit more that while it's good to respect others at all times, actually - not just while blogging - it's also okay to voice my own opinions. I think. Anyway, we'll see what happens if I do voice my own opinions. Wow, scary. :)
So, I suppose I shouldn't write too much for tonight, since it's getting rather late. One of my biggest hangups before with blogs was that I never felt like I could post personal information or name any names in fear that somebody who knew that somebody - or something like that - would read the blog and be affected by it in some sort of way. I was a real big gotta-live-for-what-other-people-think sort of person. Still am, I guess - in a way. But I think I'm understanding a bit more that while it's good to respect others at all times, actually - not just while blogging - it's also okay to voice my own opinions. I think. Anyway, we'll see what happens if I do voice my own opinions. Wow, scary. :)
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