I am thankful. I am thankful for being here where I am. I am thankful for all the opportunities God has given me, such as going to college and traveling to Scotland, and continues to give me.
I just hope I use them wisely.
I still would like some notfromconcentrate apple juice.
Papers, Thanksgiving, freshly pressed apple juice, and death.
There are 2 days, 5 hours, and 11 minutes until Thanksgiving Break.
Before then, I have to write approximately 20 pages of paper. Two different papers, but both are 10-15 pages. So I could potentially write up to 30. But I won’t.
The Hallelujah Chorus just came on my itunes Christmas playlist.
I really want to go to Pret. But it’s in the UK and not the Midwest. (I just saw that they have some in NYC and one in DC. If I do get to go to NYC for Spring Break, I am going to Pret.)
Actually, I really just want freshly pressed apple juice. I never really liked apple juice until I had it in the UK. Why? All the apple juice I had there was NOT FROM CONCENTRATE. And they came in handy small bottles. I’ve tried Simply Apple and it’s not the same. Plus it only comes in a huge bottle. I’ve also tried Whole Foods 365 NOT FROM CONCENTRATE Apple juice. And it’s closer, but still not the same or in a huge bottle.
It obviously makes a diference when your juice is pressed the same day you drink it. And when you’re drinking it in London.
I wish I had a picture of my favorite apple juice from Pret. Or the ones I got from Costa at Heathrow. I’d also take a juice box of Apple with blackcurrant juice from the Co-operative. If there were a Co-operative store here, I would shop there.
My dog Bailey died on Thursday. I wasn’t there. Now I simultaneously want to go home more and don’t want to go home. But it’s Thanksgiving. And I need to go home.
Now there are 2 days, 4 hours, and 55 minutes remaining until I can go home for Thanksgiving Break.
I just want some fresh pressed apple juice. Thanks wordpress for having “freshly pressed” slathered all over your website.
Time to go write some papers.
2 days, 4 hours, and 52 minutes now.
Some days I would love to return to Scotland and England.
Ok, most days.
I am content where I am–but I miss these places dearly.
He is risen indeed!
Just when I feel that I am at the end of myself and that I cannot continue to do all the things that I need to do, I am reminded. All for the glory of God. That is why I do what I do. He sacrificed it all for me–the least I can do is what He has given me.
Here I go.
My Spring Break Plans:
I’m halfway through spring break. How much of these goals have I accomplished? Parts, always parts.
The six weeks left of school will go by far too slowly and far too quickly all at the same time.
How did it get to be January already?
And why is Capstone the repeat of Gateway?
I do not like busy work.
I’d rather just read Twilight and sequels. Or watch Office or Lost.
It’s 2009. I’m the same. And not the same. Funny how that happens.
How did it get to be January?
This summer has been good. One of my best. I worked for free all summer, but figured out what I want to do with my life. At least for a couple years after I graduate. And I can’t wait to graduate. But I don’t want these last two years to go too fast either. Lord let me be content where I am.
Summer is good and next fall will be good. It will be.
I’m a stress knitter. Classes and people can become quite overwhelming. I’m under a fair amount of stress. Knitting and/or crocheting gives me a break from everything. One class in particular this semester has caused me to start or contemplate starting approximately a jabillion projects. Fortunately, that class will soon be over and I will never have to go through it (or other related aspects of that class) again.
I made a hat recently. I’m stressknitting a scarf to match it.
I’m still working on my Harry Potter Gryffindor scarf. It’s coming. I hope to finish it before winter. We’ll see.
My sink is leaking. Maintenance people will fix it….eventually. I have a midterm tomorrow. I’ve studied…I hope enough. I’m bored in most of my classes. However, I need a better attitude. Let’s see if I can find one.
I very much like the idea of having a place to publish things I write, even if no one ever reads it. Perhaps a place to vent, perhaps just to post. I’ll see.
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