Better Days To Come

This last week was a very busy and tiring week for me, with loads of stress. I have really grown to not like school this semester. Although I like most of my classes and all I'm learning loads of wonderful things from my professors, I am ridiculously busy. I have pulled many late nights and an all-nighter last week, and I still fell short of completing all of my schoolwork. I feel like no matter how many late nights or all-nighters I pull, there is still not enough time in my days/weeks to get everything done. I'm at the point where I don't even want to get everything on my to do list done. I will be thrilled if I can just get some of it done! Every time I even get the slightest bit close to finishing my to do list, more is added.

I was driving home when I heard one of my favorite songs on the radio. "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None The Richer. There are only a few songs that when I hear them on the radio, I just know it's going to be a good day; and this is one of them. I heard my song on the radio, and for a moment I was in an escape, leaving my stress and all that came with it behind. For just a few moments, in the midst of my busy day, my load of stress and exhaustion (physically, mentally, and spiritually), I had some peace and hope. Peace that rest will come and hope that this crazy time in my life won't last forever. There are most definitely better days to come.

My prayer is that whatever kind of week you're having, that you too have a moment of peace and hope.

It's good.

xo

Precious!

So cute!



Over It

Here's a peek of a few of the many thoughts running through my mind this week:

1.20.2011
I have survived the first two weeks of class. Now that I have have been able to organize my schedule/calendar making all the necessary adjustments and get a feel for how this semester is going to be, I have concluded: this semester is going to eat me alive! For realz, yo. I cannot even begin to tell of how busy I am. My life; lack there of, as of the past two weeks currently seizes to exist until the end of April.

1.21.2011
I'm seriously sooo so over cheerleading and ready for it to be over, and school too. I'm done and over being around immature college students who don't know how to be mature adults. I've had my share of the college life, ya know: the crazy schedule, late nights/all-nighters, loads of reading, research papers, exams, etc. I'm ready to graduate and move on to bigger and better things that I know the Lord has in store for me.

Here is hoping for not only a productive weekend but hopefully the chance to catch up on some very much need rest.

Love, in Christ our Lord
xo

Embarrassment At Its BEST!

Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you a true tale of my stupidity:

I am taking a class this semester called Faith World Seminar: Living Car Culture. Today we went on a field trip to the Car Museum downtown. My two professors needed some students to volunteer to drive there so we could save ourselves some of the hassle of using one of the school vans; I fain volunteered. After filling my car with some of my fellow classmates, I went to pull out of the lot when my steering wheel became difficult to steer and my gas and break failed to work. Obviously, we all became very concerned. After putting the car in park, I decided that I might need to fill my car with oil since I saw the oil light shinning on the dashboard. I checked the dip stick which showed my oil was fine, but I added a small container just in case. As I pondered adding the second container of oil, one of my professors suggested I not in fear of overfilling it since the dipstick showed to my car to have plenty of oil. I went to make another attempt at driving my car when my professor made a comment which brought me to the realization that, although my car was turned "on," I had yet to "start" the engine.

My professors began laughing hysterically while I giggled in embarrassment. I turned on my car, starting the engine and still quite a bit embarrassed; then I let out a sigh of relief that 1) my car was working fine after all and 2) that we could now leave for the museum. Cars were definitely not intended for me.

Although I did not pass my drivers tests until the fourth attempt, I'm wondering if maybe it should have been the fifth...

College Students

To my dear fellow college students:

I pray you are all having a fabulous week and adjusting to the new semester quite well. I encourage you not to be overwhelmed, as I'm sure you've received all your syllabi with a semesters worth of assignments, but to find joy in your opportunity for learning and an education that many people in the world do not have.

Interesting fact: Only 5% of Americans attend college; only 3% graduate. I congratulate you on being part of that 5%, and I believe in you to also be part of that 3%.

I challenge you today to take a few minutes for a few calming deep breathes and be thankful: although God sees who you can be, He loves you as you are. And maybe even make a couple funny faces in the mirror for a good laugh.

XO
Lizzie

Baby Shinner

Toby got another black eye from wrestling practice. While I was slightly envious, little did I know that I myself actually had a little tiny baby shinner. All weekend I had a small mark under my left eye. I thought it was just some stubborn mascara or eyeliner that wouldn't come off. It wasn't until recently, I realized it was actually a little black eye. Here I am wiping away ay my eye trying to get make up off that wasn't even there. It was a bruise this whole time. The only thing is I could remember how it happened. I was at cheerleading practice telling some of my teammates about it when my girl Amy refreshed my memory telling me what happened at our last basketball game. *light bulb* So, here I am proudly telling my tale and bragging about my black eye which you can barely even notice. I'd post a picture but a photo doesn't do it any justice- you'd hardly be able to see it.

Anyway, thank you Amy for not only giving me my black eye but for also refreshing my memory as to how I got it. :) smiles :)

School = fun-sucker?

I am beginning to think school can be a fun-sucker. Not that I don't like school, don't appreciate it or anything like that. I actually find most of my classes to be fun and enjoyable. I've always been that weird kid that says I like school and all that jazz. However I've noticed there are certain things I enjoy doing but when I have to do it for school my interest in the activity suddenly decreases. For example, I enjoy journaling but I find myself procratinating to journal for my groups class. I also really enjoy reading, but I can never seem to find the desire to complete reading assignments for my classes without struggle.
I am sure its psychological, mind over matter, etc. etc.
But how do I change my mindset and over come this? How does one put mind over matter in this situation?

Oh how I look forward to graduating this Spring and not having to deal with this nonsense.

Love- xo