Cereal @ MindSay

my Raisin Bran runs out of raisins :[ :[ :[ :[

My Thursday morning class is canceled, and I elect to celebrate by sleeping later than I have in over a month. Around ten, I finally determine that it's simply too hot to remain blissfully dreaming. My bed being a loft, more than half the time I elect to launch to the floor in the morning, rather than climb the ladder. I've been planning to move it a bit lower - Lizzie has hers down to a level where she can simply vault into it - but this has yet to occur.

Flip open the laptop, dash off an email to K about something we were discussing the night before. Keep praying for us, everyone who already is. I'd say we're doing wonderfully well for being a little less than three hundred leagues apart, but we still have a lot of time before we're reunited.

I like "reunition" better than "reunion". Reunion sounds a lot older - reunition sounds more explosive. The other day in my biology class, our acids-and-bases discussion led to a Clorox-and-Drano discussion. I don't think any explanation needs to be made, even on our ages - we just like things that go boom.

My lovely roommate left a package of Oreos under my bed for me last night, which has the effect of reminding me to get breakfast. Usually I dress before leaving my room (our common room, which is simply the kitchen and living room area, has a lot of windows), but today I cheerfully forgo even my contacts. Passing by my pretty RA's room, she's a little startled, and I complacently announce, "Slacker day." She smiles; "I can see that."

Breakfast today is simply a giant bowl of three kinds of cereal. I'm musing to myself while I'm at this. I really am happy here - but it doesn't seem quite right that I'm this happy when K's somewhere so distant. Maybe it's just the way our society paints love - that if you don't have it, you shouldn't be able to be happy. It's not that I wouldn't be happier still with K here - I think I miss him most when I am happy. I want to share it with him.

But, pulling the milk from the fridge (my milk - we share a lot on this floor, but there are still three different cartons of milk in the fridge), I'm also speculating on the wisdom of my Mom. Was it Mom? I don't know - it sounds like a Mom thing, but it might have been my own conclusion. The fact is that you can't base your happiness on something outside yourself. Something outside can definitely make you happy and bring you joy, but your foundation needs to be something that's not going anywhere. K's been a source of strength and support in tough times, and he's very good at it, but he's not the foundation.

God, on the other hand, is. I think it's entirely possible that one of the best things for our relationship was when K and I broke up. He promised that he wouldn't leave me, and he never once did. It's quirky, but it's almost like you have to trust God to learn that you can trust him. Doing things his way is scary when it's unfamiliar, and you can't imagine that this will make you happy. And it's wild when, sometime later, after you've settled in and forgotten about the transition, you realize that you are. Happy, I mean.

Crunch crunch yum.

Stolen from Marianwen .

 

I hope I did this right...

 

1. Cereal!

2.Colorful Socks

3.Music

4.Friends

5.Oceans

6.Pictures

7.Vacations?

So, the last person doing grocery shopping at my house elected to buy a box of Kix among the cereals. We happen to go through a fair amount of milk and cereal, and as long as it's something more interesting than Grape Nuts, people will eat whatever's in the cereal cupboard.

Upon coming down after my shower for breakfast, "Hey! Kix!" Happy little humming, get me bowl, find a spoon, locate the milk, pour the cereal...."Didn't these used to be bigger?"

I could be entirely misinformed, but I have a strong impression that the little balls were somewhat less little in the past.

Or perhaps this is just another case of altered perspective. Similar to visiting one's elementary school building. You remember yours? Mine was HUGE. BIIIIG hallways, and a GIANT library, and the gym was SCARY because you could get lost in the middle of the basketball court.

I went back for a random event - there's a celebration at the end of the year for which they invite our jazz band to entertain. Wandering through the halls afterwards - I'd been back around the school since; it was where they held the fireworks and soccer practices, but I hadn't gone inside - and I find myself thinking, "Dude! Who shrunk my school?!"

Crunch. Crunch crunch crunch.

Horray my Halloween costume is alllmost complete. I need to go to Wal Mart and get some of that hair color spray. I went to Target and they didnt have it. It was the only time I have ever left Target disappointed. Sad day. Halloween party is on friiiday. Its going to be super fun. I think Liz is coming with me :) I love her.

My ear is itchy. Remember how your mom always said when something itches that means its healing? At least thats what my mom always said.

Kyle wants to go get lunch tomorrow because I told him I was off work on tuesday. Buuut idiot me didnt think about WHY I was off.. maybe its because I have a night class. Duh. So Im going to see if he wants to do it on friday afternoon. Friday is going to be a fun day :)

I didnt have to work tonight and it was fabbbulous. I just did nothing the entire night. Talk about awesome. I really want to go shopping.. too bad I am still broke as shit. Bah. I honestly hate money.. and Im tired of being stressed. Especially since its all money-related stress. I cant even begin to explain it..

I am gonna go to bed now. Cereal for breakfast sounds amazing. Mmmmm :)