With the publishing of this latest post, I am officially caught up on my weekly blogging commitements. I've been behind for awhile, mostly because I get caught up in life outside of the blogosphere and writing takes a backseat to sleep or work or reading or cooking.
After some thought and playing around with different websites, I've decided to move thedaisyflyover to Wordpress. I like the layout and options better; I also think Wordpress sounds much better than Blogger, ha.
So, have a link.
Hope you enjoy daisyflyover's new home - I know I already do.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
34
I'm on the low end of the inspiration scale lately; I always seem to come up with things to say around 1am, and by then I'm always warm and cozy in the bed, with no desire to get up and wander around in the dark, banging my shins on things.
Two things are circling around in my head, lately: I want spring to be here, now. And I want to write all the time.
I can't remember a time before in my life that I yearned for springtime more than I do right now. I miss the flowers, and the sunshine, and the long Sunday afternoons where the sun creeps along the floor. I miss Piedmont Park, and having the windows open, and walking barefoot outside. Maybe I'm anxious for that new beginning feeling I get every spring, when the windows are open and a new breeze is blowing and I'm cleaning the whole house. I feel, inside, that it's time for a change, and I want the outside to reflect it. I'm tired of this frozen landscape; I want to be outside.
So often when I write I feel like a car that's just run out of gas - I'm writing, then slowly coast to a stop, and I can't keep going. I run out of whatever it is that keeps my fingers running over the keyboard and the words flowing from my head. It's something to work on, though I'm not sure yet how to do so.
But I picked up Ryan's guitar today, and felt pretty good about it when I did. Maybe that's something. I'll let you know.
Two things are circling around in my head, lately: I want spring to be here, now. And I want to write all the time.
I can't remember a time before in my life that I yearned for springtime more than I do right now. I miss the flowers, and the sunshine, and the long Sunday afternoons where the sun creeps along the floor. I miss Piedmont Park, and having the windows open, and walking barefoot outside. Maybe I'm anxious for that new beginning feeling I get every spring, when the windows are open and a new breeze is blowing and I'm cleaning the whole house. I feel, inside, that it's time for a change, and I want the outside to reflect it. I'm tired of this frozen landscape; I want to be outside.
So often when I write I feel like a car that's just run out of gas - I'm writing, then slowly coast to a stop, and I can't keep going. I run out of whatever it is that keeps my fingers running over the keyboard and the words flowing from my head. It's something to work on, though I'm not sure yet how to do so.
But I picked up Ryan's guitar today, and felt pretty good about it when I did. Maybe that's something. I'll let you know.
Monday, January 17, 2011
33
It's Monday morning, and I spent all yesterday cleaning and unpacking and organizing. I'm still tired (probably because I'm getting sick), but I'm proud of my work. My desk is finally unpacked, and up and running. It makes our bedroom look more like something real. The kitchen is also unpacked, and with the help of several rockin' storage solutions from Ikea, it has resulted in a room where many interesting and delicious dishes will be prepared.
Along with all this unpacking comes piles of boxes, newspapers, and other things, all of which are piled by the door to be taken down to recycling. Our condo complex is awesome like that, there's a spot for glass, a spot for cardboard, a spot for newspapers - and if you have trash leftover, well, place it outside your door every Monday and Thursday after 8pm. They'll come get it for you. I love it here.
The point of that was not, in fact, to brag about my awesome living situation, but instead to segue into a list of my New Years Resolutions.
1 - Recycle
This should be easy, considering the previous paragraph.
2 - Write more...
While unpacking my desk yesterday, I found the journals that I was required to keep during my creative writing classes. I miss that time; I wrote every day, always had something floating around in my head, and was always scribbling away at something. Somehow, I've lost that, and I want to get it back this year.
3 - ...And get published
I'm going to see my name in a byline this year. Just you watch.
4 - Exercise
Yeah, yeah, everyone says this. But in my case, it's true. My mom has lost 30 pounds since we both started Weight Watchers in August. It's time for me to catch up and look awesome again. Summer is coming...and my sun dresses and skirts are waiting for me.
5 - Create
I don't know where this came from, but lately I've been feeling this overwhelming desire to create something. I want to be arty, I want to paint and glue and draw and maybe, in the end, have something to show for it.
Meager, I know, but I like small resolutions. Large ones tend to fall apart easily, and why waste your time with 10 giant resolutions when you can spend your time with modest ones, while doing something you really want to be doing?
What are some of your New Years Resolutions?
Along with all this unpacking comes piles of boxes, newspapers, and other things, all of which are piled by the door to be taken down to recycling. Our condo complex is awesome like that, there's a spot for glass, a spot for cardboard, a spot for newspapers - and if you have trash leftover, well, place it outside your door every Monday and Thursday after 8pm. They'll come get it for you. I love it here.
The point of that was not, in fact, to brag about my awesome living situation, but instead to segue into a list of my New Years Resolutions.
1 - Recycle
This should be easy, considering the previous paragraph.
2 - Write more...
While unpacking my desk yesterday, I found the journals that I was required to keep during my creative writing classes. I miss that time; I wrote every day, always had something floating around in my head, and was always scribbling away at something. Somehow, I've lost that, and I want to get it back this year.
3 - ...And get published
I'm going to see my name in a byline this year. Just you watch.
4 - Exercise
Yeah, yeah, everyone says this. But in my case, it's true. My mom has lost 30 pounds since we both started Weight Watchers in August. It's time for me to catch up and look awesome again. Summer is coming...and my sun dresses and skirts are waiting for me.
5 - Create
I don't know where this came from, but lately I've been feeling this overwhelming desire to create something. I want to be arty, I want to paint and glue and draw and maybe, in the end, have something to show for it.
Meager, I know, but I like small resolutions. Large ones tend to fall apart easily, and why waste your time with 10 giant resolutions when you can spend your time with modest ones, while doing something you really want to be doing?
What are some of your New Years Resolutions?
Thursday, January 6, 2011
32
It may not be time for another blog this week, but sometimes one just needs to be written.
It has been upon all of our Ogle-minds lately that one of our own is missing. Erik Downes, vice-president of the student body and an RA, disappeared off the coast of Costa Rice while swimming with fellow students and professors. They still haven't found him.
I don't know the guy. I've never met him, and I don't know if we were even at Oglethorpe at the same time.
But like C.S. Lewis said, "Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen in Narnia." The same goes for Oglethorpe, because once we're a Petrel, we're always a Petrel. We've all been there, walked the quad, pulled all-nighters in the library, partied on Greek Row. We're united, always, no matter where we go or what we do. It doesn't matter if we know each other or not, it doesn't matter if we still attend Oglethorpe or not. Once something of this magnitude hits our campus, it hits us.
Life is fragile. We know that. But what's really sad, what's really tragic, is that it takes someone else disappearing, or God forbid, worse, for us to realize that.
A petrel, for those of you who don't know, is Oglethorpe's mascot. It is a seabird, known to fly across oceans and through storms, unwavering in their knowledge that land (the goal) is just over the horizon. Nothing stops them. It's a fitting name for us students - we fight through the tiredness, the sleepless nights, the never ending papers and assignments, and always arrive triumphant at the goal. Nothing stops us.
Just like nothing will stop Erik - he is a Petrel.
Nescit Cedere - Oglethorpe's motto - he does not know how to give up.
Ogle-love forever.
It has been upon all of our Ogle-minds lately that one of our own is missing. Erik Downes, vice-president of the student body and an RA, disappeared off the coast of Costa Rice while swimming with fellow students and professors. They still haven't found him.
I don't know the guy. I've never met him, and I don't know if we were even at Oglethorpe at the same time.
But like C.S. Lewis said, "Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen in Narnia." The same goes for Oglethorpe, because once we're a Petrel, we're always a Petrel. We've all been there, walked the quad, pulled all-nighters in the library, partied on Greek Row. We're united, always, no matter where we go or what we do. It doesn't matter if we know each other or not, it doesn't matter if we still attend Oglethorpe or not. Once something of this magnitude hits our campus, it hits us.
Life is fragile. We know that. But what's really sad, what's really tragic, is that it takes someone else disappearing, or God forbid, worse, for us to realize that.
A petrel, for those of you who don't know, is Oglethorpe's mascot. It is a seabird, known to fly across oceans and through storms, unwavering in their knowledge that land (the goal) is just over the horizon. Nothing stops them. It's a fitting name for us students - we fight through the tiredness, the sleepless nights, the never ending papers and assignments, and always arrive triumphant at the goal. Nothing stops us.
Just like nothing will stop Erik - he is a Petrel.
Nescit Cedere - Oglethorpe's motto - he does not know how to give up.
Ogle-love forever.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
31
2011 is here at last, and I have started the new year with a bang. I'm writing this from my mom's house, sitting on my old bed, my kitty next to me, because we just moved into a stellar new place, but won't have internet until the 10th.
It was sad to leave Chamblee / Brookhaven; I felt that sharp bittersweet feeling all last week, as we packed up our lives. It was my first house, the first one that was all mine, and leaving it was tough, no matter how happy I am to be gone. And I grew up in Chamblee, I know all the back roads and each traffic light holds a memory, from either that childhood or from the more recent Oglethorpe days. I even have to change grocery stores, which for most people isn't a problem or even something worth mentioning, but that Kroger has been my Kroger since I was 20. It's not the same if I can't grocery shop at 11:30 at night.
Nevertheless. It's time for change, and I am learning to welcome it with open arms. Our new apartment is amazing, and warm, and I just finished unpacking the kitchen today. It reminds me, for some unknown reason, of the house I grew up in, and that's not too shabby. I love the afternoon light, and the morning light, and that I have a walk-in closet.
And maybe that's what's important, folks. Take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, and always move forward.
Until next week.
It was sad to leave Chamblee / Brookhaven; I felt that sharp bittersweet feeling all last week, as we packed up our lives. It was my first house, the first one that was all mine, and leaving it was tough, no matter how happy I am to be gone. And I grew up in Chamblee, I know all the back roads and each traffic light holds a memory, from either that childhood or from the more recent Oglethorpe days. I even have to change grocery stores, which for most people isn't a problem or even something worth mentioning, but that Kroger has been my Kroger since I was 20. It's not the same if I can't grocery shop at 11:30 at night.
Nevertheless. It's time for change, and I am learning to welcome it with open arms. Our new apartment is amazing, and warm, and I just finished unpacking the kitchen today. It reminds me, for some unknown reason, of the house I grew up in, and that's not too shabby. I love the afternoon light, and the morning light, and that I have a walk-in closet.
And maybe that's what's important, folks. Take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, and always move forward.
Until next week.
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