Fabulous

I just spent a week in Jackson, Mississippi.  As the title of this post suggests, it was fabulous. I want to write on and process all of it.

However.

Real life is here. And sometimes, real life is unpleasant. I have wanted to scream a thousand times in the last couple days. On occasion, I have. Even though I need to process my trip…I can’t. I don’t have time.

I am overwhelmed.  With the exception of the bright and glorious sunshine that was my spring break in Jackson, March has been filled with frustration.  March is almost over. April, my most favorite of months is about to be here.

April 2010. Don’t disappoint. Please be as fabulous as other Aprils (except 2008, when I was sick on my birthday. Not ok, April, not ok) of my life. Attempt to be as fabulous as Jackson 2010.

If April goes well, I will officially remove my trip to Jackson from March to April in my head. If April doesn’t go well…..

I’d rather not think about that possibility.

The end of March has been just as frustrating as the beginning. March held such terrifying promise, only to be more terrifying than promising.  Yes, I realize that sounds crazy. If you lived in my head, it would make more sense.

April means many wonderful things: Easter, my birthday, spring, the winding down of the school year (although this year I have more mixed feelings about that than usual, seeing as this is my last traditional school year ever), the finishing up of projects, flowers, warm weather, and more.

April, come quickly.  And please, don’t disappoint.

Lord, come quickly. And please, send me a memo.

WordPress, you better press this. And please, send me freshly pressed apple juice.

February

This was supposed to be published on February 1st. It wasn’t. So here it is now…in March, but with the appropriate date.

February starts in less than half an hour.

How did that happen?  January has swooshed by in a blur of the beginning of my last semester in college and the start of many new, crazy things in my life.

February promises to be just as exciting.

March may be terrifying, though.

Time marches onward much too quickly for my taste.  It’s hard to live in the moment and embrace each day as it comes.  It’s hard to have faith that “things” will work out the way they should.

But I have to. And they will.

I still want freshly pressed apple juice. Thanks WordPress for always reminding me of my desire for said juice with a link for “freshly pressed posts.” Oi.

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.