Out of the Box

Getting creative with Christianity, crafting, cooking, copious usage of alliteration, and the rest of my life

Random Observations October 11, 2010

Filed under: Adventures at School — Grace @ 3:33 pm

The new compost bin under my desk makes a very nice footrest.

Wearing skirts frequently has unexpected benefits. On the days that I do not: “Whoa! You’re wearing pants! You NEVER wear pants! …Um… I mean…”

Cable-stitching is fun.

Crochet hooks have many uses. Delete.

I have a strange fixation with fermenting things in jars. (It’s sourdough starter, I promise!)

I am a SLOB. Sorry, roomie! 😛

I think I’m becoming bipolar… just a bit. 😀 … 😦 … 😛

Canadian geese honk in a very magical way. I have no idea why I enjoy the sound so much. 😛

Silence is a valuable commodity.

Enjoying the beauty of nature makes life much more enjoyable. Start your day with a sunrise and end it with stargazing.

I should have started my college essays long ago. 😛

 

*insert famous Terminator line here* October 10, 2010

Crazy how life can get so busy. Speaking of which, I should be either sleeping or college-apping right now, but who cares about common sense? 😛

In my long absence, I have knitted a hat (very purple and only slightly misshapen), learned to cable stitch, made play-dough, failed epically at creative methods of gift delivery, and discovered that I can make bagels and pita with the same dough I’ve been using to make bread. Yum – to the last part, that is; yarn doesn’t taste that great, but hey, no need to take my word for it. With enough hot fudge topping, who knows what could happen? DELETE. 😛

Also, love, or at least the uncontrollable insanity we tend to call by that name, all too often means putting the other person’s happiness first. Sometimes this is enjoyable, sometimes not. But if you’re not willing to do it anyway, then… well, what kind of love is it if you’re more worried about yourself?

Also #2, life is confusing. I’m not sure how much of this is adolescence and how much of it is going to follow me into adulthood.

Is happiness just a front, just something to cover the underlying problems that don’t go away?…

No. Somehow the two manage to coexist; it makes neither aspect less real. And life is a beautiful and dysfunctional thing all at the same time. I have no idea how this works, but if it made sense it would be much less interesting.

I wouldn’t change any of it. I’ll come out of it stronger and wiser… I hope.