Tuesday, March 30, 2010

My First Video Blog! Sorry It's About 2 Weeks Late!

Welcome to my first video blog! There may not be very many of these, but I'm trying it out! Check out my thoughts on my St. Patrick's Day experience! =]

video

(I'm now realizing that I said awesome way too many times... ;] )

Peace, Love, Happiness, and Blessings!


Thursday, March 18, 2010

So Exciting...

I should have posted a Happy St. Patrick's Day post yesterday. I am 75% Irish after all... BUT there were so many other things on my mind. The fan party for the Boondock Saints was amazing. The writer/director was there, his brother (they are a band together), Norman Reedus, Bob Marley, David Della Rocco, The Dirges, Ty Stone and The Truth, and a few others. I met all the cast, and the director even told me I was his favorite girl there! I will do a more detailed post later telling all about it (sure to be a long one) and share my adventure!

God Bless!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

How?

How did I come up with my "Blog Name?"

Well, it's really not all that long of a story. But I want to put it on here. It's important to me.

August 30th 2009, I moved into one of the Freshman dorms on my campus with a person I had never met besides over facebook.com, too many clothes, and not enough space.




My move in day (and a super messy way of unpacking)




My dad and I on move in day.




My bed the day after, when I had finally finished unpacking everything!
(Trust me, the room looks much different now...)

Not long after my parents left me in my barely unpacked, stuffy, cramped, chock-full-o-clothes dorm room, I began to cry. I was lucky my roommate was out of the room with her parents sending them home at the time, but boy did I cry. I had never been away from my parents for more than 2 weeks. I didn't know what I was going to do. I cried a lot those first few weeks of school. But about 24 hours after I arrived in that stuffy 98 degree dorm room for the first time, I received this email from my dad, entitled "To 'COLLEGE GIRL' " (for the record, my dad and I are extremely close, and this email might reflect that! =P also my email is something like guitar chick, so that's what he's referring to with that.)

Hey "COLLEGE GIRL"!!! Mainly just checking in and saying I LOVE YOU!
Seems like yesterday you were a little annoyed with us, and at the same
time didn't really want us to leave. Actually, I wanted to stay a bit
longer but was feeling poorly and needed to get going. You needed to step
out on your own anyway, and break the proverbial ice. Hey, really nice
residential campus. We didn't get the chance to see it on our prior visit.
I was impressed. Nice Quad, food court, sports area, etc.,etc.,etc.. Let
us know if you need anything, and we'll do our best. You need to change
your "HANDLE" to something more like "collegegirl828@gmail.com"! I mean
you really don't play the guitar do you. Wouldn't you rather be a girl
than a chick? And your roots are at 828 !
Anyway, Be smart, be careful.

All my Love, Pops

I cried in the coffee shop at school.
For about 5 minutes.
Then I realized that I was crying in the coffee shop.
And the tears ended.
And I blushed.
REALLY BADLY.

But I realized that although I wasn't willing to change my email again, I could use that "handle" for something different. Something a little more permanent, because when I started blogging I began to have the feeling that it was something I was going to be doing for much more than just a couple of years. I plan on doing this for a while. I plan on this being something that I can look back on long after I'm married and see what I was going through or up to at college. I'm planning on being able to remember through this blog. And if someone else reads it along the way, that's cool with me. And I'm planning on doing another post about what inspires me to blog and why I write about what I do write about, so look forward to that.

I hope that whoever reads this enjoyed the story!

Later!


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Today...

is a time to post miscellaneous things.

I had to wake up at 5:45 this morning. I wasn't happy. This is supposed to be vacation...but I HAD to get up. My mom was called in by my old high school last night (it's a boarding school primarily although I was a day student or commuter) and was asked to "babysit" the students at the school who are currently sick in the infirmary with norovirus. Ew. So on top of having to wake up early, I am now exposed to norovirus again. But that's okay because my mom is making $15 an hour for working from 7:30PM to 7:30AM. And she's promised to send me some of that money when she gets her check. =] So I guess it's not for nothing. (I hate the way that sounds but couldn't think of another way to put it.)

And I must now add another "confession" to this blog entitled "Confessions of a College Student." I am a HUGE Boondock Saints fan. I know it's not a very Christian thing to like, due to the nature of the films, but I can't help myself. It's one of the sins I give into. I feel as though as long as I don't repeat what I see in the films, I am okay to watch them. And let me assure you that while I have quite the mouth from time to time, I am never going to kill anyone. Trust me on that one. So I have a thing for the Irish boys, Boston, and violence. (That last one not so much in real life.)




This is a promo poster from the first film, which came out in approximately
6 theaters ten years ago this Friday. They had to pay to put it
in those theaters and since then it has become
a cult phenomenon.




And this is the poster for the sequel which came out in late October of 2009. It took
ten years to produce this one because of lawsuits and the loss of rights
from director Troy Duffy. It came out on DVD and Blu-Ray
yesterday. I personally thought that the jokes
and references in this one were much
funnier and it was an instant
win for me as a fan.

So why am I bringing this up? Well let me just start by saying that I fell in love with the first film the first time I saw it last year. The original film stars Norman Reedus and Sean Patrick Flanery as Irish twin brothers who work in a meat packing plant and find themselves in an extreme bar fight on St. Patrick's Day. This accidental murder turns them into a team that voluntarily takes on the task of ridding the streets of Boston's biggest criminals and syndicate/mafia bosses and low lives. It certainly makes for an interesting film, and there is a lot more to it. But what really drew me in was the writing, and the comradery that is seen in the relationships. The writing by Troy Duffy is unparalleled. If everyone in Hollywood wrote like him, we'd have a lot more great, enjoyable movies.

Wow, that DID NOT answer the question you are probably asking. I had to throw it in there and we're lucky that I didn't get carried away. The reason I bring up my awful obsession with this film is that I am getting a chance to meet all of the people who worked and were a part of either one or both films one week from today at the Paradise Rock Club in Boston. That's right. For only $20 I am getting a chance to meet some people who actually made a great movie. I have a huge crush on Sean Patrick Flanery and Norman Reedus, so my gut is begging that they will be there in addition to everyone else (Writer/Director Troy Duffy, and others who were in the film.) I can't tell you how awesome it would be to meet/ grab a photo with them. I would be so happy. I am sure that they may not be the same as their characters and that's what I'm hoping for. I'm hoping that I get in and get to meet them and get a photo with them.

And that's my confession. I'm really looking forward to it. I was originally going to go to a Irish restaurant, to taste some food from about 75% of my homelands hehe :), but I think that this will be much better and I will be spending the same amount if not less than that on this event.

I am currently working on a post about how this blog came about and where my "handle" comes from, so that should be out there soon enough. But before I sign off of here, I'm going to post another picture of the brothers.



A still from the second film "Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day."

Hope your day was as okay as mine was! Hehe :)





Saturday, March 6, 2010

Here I am...


Home at last.

On my own bed.

Happier than I've been in weeks.

With the ones I love.

Home at last.


I've been here since about 9:30 last night and have already been eating better than I have in 2 months. That dining hall food is really awful. I suppose though, that I should be extremely grateful that I even have decent food to eat since after reading MckMama's Kenya posts, I have been feeling guilty that I complain about my extremely privileged life here in America.

Who am I to complain?

When I have so much, that it's really quite ridiculous.

I have a home.

I'm working on obtaining three college degrees, and have the opportunity to do that.

I have a loving family that can provide for me financially as well as with love and support.

And I'm ashamed and mad at myself that I complain so much.

Every time I see those photos.

I feel like crying.

But I'm not the one going out there to see what their lives are like.

And perhaps a topic for another day, but I don't think that's what God is calling me to do.


Personally I have issues with wanting to go to places like Kenya and help children in their countries when children in our own country are just as much in need. Sure, there are less of them. Which is GREAT. Don't get me wrong. Helping those in countries like Kenya is great. I commend those who have the money and choose to send it to children in those countries, and volunteer their time to help kids there. But who says they can't give money and help to children here at home, who need it just as much? Like I said, we're very fortunate that there are less, but I sometimes feel like we need to fix our own problems before we attempt to help others, because without a good infrastructure here, how can we begin to help others? I know that it can sound hypocritical, but for some reason, it's just the way that I feel.

I feel as though my calling by God is to become a teacher. Which by now, if you know me, you know that I am in progress of obtaining degrees to become an Elementary School teacher. I feel as though that is what my calling is. Helping children here in my own country with my natural gifts. I have heard that I have a real knack for children, and that I am excellent at explaining things to people. Therefore a logical thing is for me to translate that into something that I can make a career out of. But it's not just that, and some people may ask: How do you know? And while I would like to say that I prayed long and hard about it as a good Christian would and should. But truthfully, I didn't. I was going through a rough patch with my faith at the time. I am much more in touch with it now. But I just had a feeling, it was there, like something was begging me to do this. I knew from the second that I saw the pamphlet for the college that I now attend, that I had to do it. I felt compelled for absolutely no reason. I had to go there, and I had to become a teacher. And I haven't questioned it since. There has been no reason for me to. I know God wants it. I feel it. And I will eventually pray on it, when the time comes for me to declare my major at the end of the semester, but for right now, I have no doubts that that is what God has called me to do.

So Here I Am.

Home.
At Last.
And Ready.
To Blog.
Tell You All That's On My.

Mind.




Monday, March 1, 2010

A breath of fresh air...

is awaiting me around the corner. All I have to do is make it to that corner. And metaphorically speaking, that corner is Friday morning. That's right. As of 12:20 pm on Friday I will officially be on my first ever college spring break! And I'll be doing what us broke college students do, and will be taking the bus home to visit my home, family, and friends. And boy I cannot wait. I never thought I would want a break this badly, but I do and there are a few simple reasons why.

First of all, my mom babysits in our home. Recently she has acquired a new baby to take care of and I cannot wait to officially meet her. From the pictures my mom has emailed me, I can tell that she is gorgeous, and mom says she is an all around great baby. I am also excited to see her older brother, a little boy my mom has babysat since birth. He's 2 and talks up a storm since I last left roughly 2 months ago. Also a little girl she used to watch who is almost 4 has come back again and is so grown up. These children are like little siblings or cousins to me and I absolutely adore them and can't wait to see them.

Second, I miss my little sister like CRAZY. I am telling you this little girl has me wrapped around her finger to the extreme. Did I mention that when I got her Valentine in the mail I cried? Yeah, she's that precious.





...yes she has me so wrapped around her 7 year old fingers that I bought her that shirt, and many others... in short, I spoil her rotten and I love it!

Third, the rest of my family! I miss them all in amazingly large quantities it's impossible to describe. My younger brothers are growing by the day, and at 11 and 14 aren't my "little" brothers anymore. It kills me to not see them everyday. The crazy thing is that when I do see them everyday we are always at each others throats, but in the end we love each other so much it doesn't even matter. And don't get me started on how much I miss my parents. My dad... oh my dad. Words can't describe how much I want to hug him right now. It's ridiculous.

Lastly, but definitely not leastly are my friends from home. I am currently planning a trip to see Alice In Wonderland with them while I'm home. YAY! :0) I can't help but feel that I haven't been there enough for them, but they understand, and that's maybe one of the most important reasons why I love them! I am soooo ready to see their beautiful faces! :)

I'll hopefully document if and when I make it to Friday!

TTFN!