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Even more procrastination…

If my last post didn’t fully exploit me as a procrastinator, this one certainly will.

I was just looking at the little calendar on the side of my blog, and I noticed a pattern over the past 3 months. Can you see it?

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Looking at March, February, and the last week of January (the week after I finished my #23til23 journey), I have only blogged on Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays, and the occasional Thursday.

These are my self-designated “school work days.”

Is it a coincidence that I blog on days where I should be writing papers, doing reading, or completing digital labs online?

Hell to the no.

Good LAWD I am a terrible procrastinator. I didn’t realize how bad I was until I saw it in black and white (er, orange and white) in front of me!

I used to be so good about blogging on the weekends. Now, well, I just suck.

It could be because Mondays and Tuesdays feel like the weekend (I only have class on Wednesdays and Thursdays), but that’s no excuse.

My new goal is to blog every Saturday, reflecting on my week. I’m probably jacking this idea from some other blogger before me who has stolen it from some other blogger before him or her. Whatevs. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

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I totally went grocery shopping today. I bought a load of bread to replace the stale bread in my apartment. Instead of throwing almost half a loaf of bread out, based on today’s GORGEOUS SPRING WEATHER, I decided to get a salad for lunch and eat my lunch in the park. I was also going to work on a speech I’m writing in the park, but, well, as established by this post, I’m a procrastinator. The park has a section with animals you can feed. I’m not talking geese and pigeons– I’m talking goats, pigs, emus, donkeys, roosters, fox, various types, of fancy birds, etc. It’s awesome. My Grandpa used to take me and the sibs there after school to feed the animals before we would go home to do our homework. (Sidenote– maybe he was the catalyst in my procrastination habit. Hmmmm.) ANYWAYS today I went to the park, ate lunch, loved life, didn’t get any work done, AND FED THE ANIMALS!! There were GOAT BABIES there. Like, seriously, fucking teeny tiny goat babies. They  were no taller than my knee and they could barely walk and they tripped over each other to get the bread I was feeding them and they made cute little goat noises AND IT WAS AWESOME. I seriously contemplated trying to sneak one home in my bag… it definitely would have fit.

GAWD I LOVE GOAT BEBES.

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Have I mentioned that I procrastinated today?

 

#23til23 Coffee, sunsets, and dental work?

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Today was an interesting day in my #23til23 adventures. I went to the dentist because a) I was overdue for a cleaning and b) I recently found out my dental coverage ends on my 23rd birthday. Oops.

While at the dentist, it was highly recommended that I get my wisdom teeth removed. This had been recommended a few years before, but the dentist had said it wasn’t important since they hadn’t grown in yet and they hadn’t been giving me any problems. Well, now they’ve grown in halfway. If I don’t get them taken care of, they could get infected. I have precisely 18 days to have an appointment with an oral surgeon (that’s scheduled for next Wednesday) and potentially have them removed. If they can wait until the Fall when I (hopefully) have a full-time teaching job and dental coverage then I’m going for that option. Blergh.

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Rawr. I wasn’t expecting to add oral surgery to the #23til23 list.

One of my #23til23 challenges was to go to the park and watch the sun set while drinking a cup of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate. I chose to go to a park I used to go to with my grandpa as a kid. They have a feeding zoo filled with goats, all sorts of birds, foxes, deer, donkeys, and other animals… but the goats were the only ones out today.

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Naturally, seeing as I was listening to my Les Misérables cd in the car, I started humming “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables” as I paid the goats a visit. It seemed fitting.

All in all, as you can see my the collage below, I had a very peaceful time at the park. It was nice to reconnect with the park I grew up at, as it is also the park that overlooks the town where I have spent the past 4.5 years attending college and grad school. I had a few moments of reflection, a terrible tasting latte, and a really relaxing time taking photos of the sun setting…until I ripped my pants. But all’s well that end’s well, and I’m really satisfied with what I accomplished today.

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What else would you like to challenge me to do for #23til23? Let me know in the comments below!

Today has been a good day.

Today has been a good day.

I woke up, and my curls were basically PERFECT. This rarely happens.

I reached 100 posts! Wooooo!

I wore a lot of pink, a color I love but don’t own enough of, and I got a ton of compliments on how well matched my headband, earrings, necklace, and shirt were with my eye makeup.

I opened a new checking/ savings account and it was relatively painless. I even got $25!

I parallel parked in NB and didn’t kill anyone. As an added bonus, there was over an hour left on the meter when I parked!

I ate a leisurely lunch at one of my favorite eateries near campus for free. (Thank you, Living Social!) It was delicious.

I sat in a park and people watched/ wrote/ studied, and there was a beautiful breeze, sunshine, and overall bliss. A bird also decided to use my shorts as a toilet, but I’m told that is good luck.

A church group gave me a free bottle of water EXACTLY WHEN I REALIZED HOW THIRSTY I WAS. I asked what the catch was (I’m a bit skeptical of anything being free) and they told me they were just giving out water because it was hot out. (And to promote their Sunday services, but I’ll let that slide.)

I went to my university’s library and had the entire cafe to myself to study in! (It’s closed for the summer, but open for studying, so I embraced it.)

I then went to another part of the library, and I remembered that, as a a grad student, I now have Special Library Privileges (aka I can go into the Grad Student area and not be bothered by stupid underclassmen).

I found out today that, by the end of July, I’ll have two jobs. (This is a good thing.)

I spent a lot of my day studying for the Praxis I’m taking on Wednesday, and I know more than I thought I did!

I finally blogged about Taylor & Mike’s wedding, and we decided to collaborate on a fantastic blog post idea in the near future! I’m super excited about it.

I went on an impromptu photoshoot of an old cemetery, and subsequently decided to create an Etsy store of my photography. Other, more sassy items are coming soon!

Again, today is a good day. <3

Why are you having a good day?

Ten Minute Musings #6 (Writing Marathon)

Yesterday I had class from 9-3. (Ahh! Saturday class! All day!) We did this really cool activity where we split up into writing groups and took part in a writing marathon. Every 10 or 15 minutes we would walk to somewhere else and write. It was a really cool experience, and while I’m not going to be sharing any other posts from the marathon (they ended up turning into a personal reflection that I may use for a big project later on), it was interesting to see how my setting changed my writing.

6/9/2012
WRITING MARATHON

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Jazz music teased my ears as I sat in the hidden treasure downtown. Gates carefully enclosed a brick-covered patio adorned with shady trees and bistro tables. A few benches surrounded the perimeters of the enclosure, and my shoulders relaxed as I felt the welcoming breeze lull me to sleep. An old man in his seventies stood in the corner of the alcove, performing some sort of yoga routine. He suddenly started lifting metallic back chairs and exercising his frail body. After lifting the chairs above his head, he placed them back on the ground and resumed his yoga routine. His browned shirt stuck to his body, and as he huffed and puffed, his too-short pants billowed in the breeze. He gave me a toothy smile and a knowing wink as he noticed me watching him, and he placed his worn baseball hat back on his head. I quickly glanced back down at my lap, not wanting to admit I had been staring at him. I slipped on my sunglasses, and peeked at him behind my shield. He took a gray and black windbreaker from a bench and tied it around his waist before stretching out one last time. He finished his routine and walked past me, offering another toothy smile before tipping his hat and walking away.

The breeze and shade invited me to sit still, lost in my thoughts and hidden in my sunglasses. My mind drifted, and I began wondering about the old man. What was his name? Is it Charles? How about Sly or Abe? Does he come to this hidden treasure every Saturday morning? Why did he leave? Was I invading his space? My questions came to an abrupt halt when I heard a sudden “Hey!” I looked up, and my old friend was walking back into the alcove with a glass of water in his hand. He stopped to talk to a pigeon, telling it hello and asking how it was before walking back to his corner, where he picked up a newspaper, sat down with his water, and started reading. A smile spread across my face, and I realized I had seen the old man before: he had the same characteristics and demeanor as my late grandpa, Buster, who had a tendency to take walks to parks and talk to pigeons in order to get out of the house. When it comes down to it, all old men share the need to find their space outside of the house.