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Name: Myra Country: United States State: Arkansas Metro: Little Rock Birthday: 11/11/1984
Interests: Mary Poppins, baking, cleaning, people, bundling up in cold weather, spring time, stars, zebras, tropical fish, dogs, turtles, hermit crabs, friends family and other people, plants, growing in Christ, soccer, newspapers, history, languages, travel, reading good books, flags, maps, listening to good music, driving, being purposeful Expertise: getting lost in Little Rock, spilling food on clothes Occupation: Student Industry: Education/Research
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Member Since:
2/13/2005
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| going homein the canyon. it's really warm here (not 30 degrees like the 'burg). that's good. i miss the weather--like last night sitting on jason's couch with my jeans rolled up and the windows open and perfect temperatures wafting in. went to arkadoo yesterday. for only like six hours, but it was pretty sweet. seeing the friends is always good (and cooking at watching movies in the apartmiento), but so was the campus visit. i like seeing people who i got to know over four years. and having all the same familiar conversations that we used to have for four years. and feeling like i could come back in 40 years and have exactly the same conversations all over again. and know that they'll still be supportive and warm, and not feeling like breaking people down is the best way to make them grow (although sometimes it is, but we like that less). i think that little, kind of run-down looking place is somewhere in my blood, like the childhood homes are. which is weird. and good. sat on the bed at the guest house talking with lauren and audra, and lauren said she thinks it'll be the last time the three of us are together for a long time. that's weird. same for some of the other friendlets. also weird. but phones and internets are good, too. i like familiarity. it's a nice contrast to a major learning curve (although those learning curves give amazing growth). but i like the learning curves, too. this is a pretty fun and scary time. | | |
| Dear friends, I've decided that I don't really like writing these things that much anymore. It's not that they're terrible, but they just serve a different purpose than they used to. Does that make any sense? Blogs used to be about events or inside jokes or innermost thoughts or something cool. Now this is a way of keeping in touch with people that I don't see as much, and that's life, and really it's good that there are xanga and facebook and that the days of having to write fifty letters are gone, but it's still kind of weird. Not bad, I guess, and not something to dislike terribly, just part of being a grown-up. Speaking of which, I think I kind of like being an "adult." I'm not really, as you all know, and probably won't ever (hopefully) be, especially since the "more school" option seems to postpone some of the "real-worldness." But I kind of like this lifestyle--of thinking semester to semester (which sooner or later will not be so good) and reading and chiling and being paid (meagerly) for it. Williamsburg is pretty cool, still not a huge bustling metropolis, but larger than Arkadelphia. Maybe someday I'll get to live in a city. Or maybe not. That would be cool, too. I do like this student thing, as I said, but I do long to be "out"--doing something, going somewhere--but then sometimes I like this life. Well, I always like it; sometimes I do wonder if knowledge production is really as productive as we try to make it sound. I think it is, though, and most of this semester's learning experiences have had not all that much to do with school, which is also cool. This is a good place to be. Right now. I'm home. For a couple more days. And it's been good. And gone by fast. It's cold here, which means it's a good thing there's a fire and lots of Monks and Houses and Friends. And deer and turkey and rabbits and rats (even though one of the latter animals was callously murdered by a cold-blooded feline the other day). And I really think that's all. This is mostly just rambling (as usual). | | |
| an update for manderz (and everybody else i haven't talked to in thesis land)the leaves are beeeeeeeeee-utiful here! alicia michelle whitaker found a cool photo of me as a "cute pregnant lady" today! i changed my thesis on thursday, ten days before the rough draft, which was supposed to be done before thanksgiving, was due. and actually, i'm really excited and not freaked out. i'm starting to like this place. and this grad-permanent school lifestyle. it's not so bad. i miss my doggies. the weather is gorgeous too; i've never experienced fall like this. i miss everybody. i'm going thrifting this afternoon as a reward for "working hard," which i am continuting to do right now. yay! | | |
| moving onguys, they've yanked our tigermails ... :( | | |
| procrastinationI'm in the middle of writing a paper, which means it's time to get on the internet and surf for useless things for a few minutes, then do some stretches, pack a lunch, and find a few other things to do before returning. As Amanda constantly points out, this thing doesn't get updated. Don't worry, though. Probably y'all will be getting an update e-mail soon:). It's been a good almost-two-week fall break. It was really only two days, but they're also my only two days of class, so that worked out nicely. So did the break's falling over Ouachita homecoming weekend. So did Jason's break/home visit the next weekend. It was SO good to see old friends last week. I miss you all. It's starting to turn to fall here (despite global warming), and the leaves are pretty. I am growing cabbage and lettuce crops in the back yard. So far not as much success as the basil and mint in the front. I have learned to love hot tea, especially in this weather. I have secretly celebrated a lot of holidays this week:). I have been enjoying this much slower (though sometimes faster and always much different) pace of life. It is good. It's time to plug the computer in to recharge and go do some useless kitchen things before resuming this historiographic monster:) | | |
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