Just a little treat for all of you... :)

My friend Ryan shared this with me and I was positive when he sent it to me it was yet another sick joke, but when he said he just about teared up I decided to give it a chance.

Needless to say, I'm pretty sure he didn't just almost tear up, he for sure did... :)

Check it out... I think you'll enjoy!



Christmas is beautiful... this video is beautiful...

relaxation

So last night when I finally got to bed, I couldn't get to sleep. I kept hearing the sound of a freight train and I literally felt like my head was going to explode. My to-do list kept running and running through my head one hundred miles an hour. It was so rapid it was making me sick. Now generally I'm a pretty relaxed person and so I don't even know what it's like to have my head running in 500 different directions. So, to solve the problem, I'm waiting in line for a massage. I just got through with my hand massage, and I'm waiting for my neck massage... This could quite possibly be the most amazing thing the student activities board puts on all year long. I'm thankful for techniques and opportunities to relax the mind and body...

that gut wrenching laugh...

My friend Christina and I have this secret spot we study on campus. It's not really a secret, there just aren't very many people that know about it and thus forth it tends to be pretty desolate. Today we had new friends in our little den of a study area and we decided to create a secret sisterhood of this snug comfortable den of ours. So here I am... doing this new blog thing, instead of studying. Just as I has suspected quite the distraction.

Last night was a pretty eventful evening. I should have probably considered running for the better part of the day due to the fact I ate my weight in Burger King last night. Needless to say the Christmas party was a success. We laughed the kind of laughs that make your stomach hurt. Ya know, that's something I truly have learned to appreciate in friends, a good laugh. Laughing in fact is so healthy. Molly just informed me that if you have a gut wrenching almost laugh so hard you cry laugh, six times a day for eight weeks, you will get a six pack... she of course was telling one of her "fibs"... and I of course believed her... which of course led to another gut wrenching laugh. It's all a very nice thought though.

Six pack abs aside, laughing is good for the soul and I know that much.


I feel like this year I've finally started surrounding myself with people worthy of my time and for this I am thankful for.

Saturday Mornings

Well obviously, as a college student the week before finals I have nothing better to do on a Saturday morning than to cuddle in my down comforter and create yet more thing in my life to distract me from my studies. I feel like this new blogging thing will be slightly therapeutic and that's how I'm justifying this distraction. My roommates left to do more Christmas shopping and decided to stay back, using the excuse I didn't need to purchase anymore, yet really, I just wanted some time without interruptions to listen to Ginny Owens and reflect upon a crazy week. It was a week of moving forward. I moved a little bit closer to the end of the semester, a little bit closer to the end of some classes, a little bit closer to the removal of my wisdom teeth next week, a little bit closer to where exactly my placement will be in January for my social work field observation, and a little bit closer to something I like to call a self-reliant mind. Now don't get the wrong impression, I can definitely think for myself, I just have this disgusting habit of relying on a certain inconsistent, wavering, unreliable creature. It's not exactly the healthiest habit and this week, I made yet another attempt to kick it in the butt. I feel good about it this time though. I feel refreshed and collected. So this afternoon should be full of homework, paper writing, and cleaning. I think I'll continue to nurse myself back to health and maybe even route the Beaver Basketball players on to a victory. As for this evening, well, I'm contemplating the ugly Christmas sweater get together. A classic here. I'm sure I'll be ready for a night of wine, laughter, and conversation.