what mondays should always feel like

Today I wore running tights to school with green shorts and a red jacket. I didn't even bother putting on mascara. The thing is, it didn't even feel like a big deal. 

Today I played soccer in the rain with people who have become some of my closest friends in three years and though we didn't win, it's those moments when we are on the field and someone falls with no one else around them and we all laugh that make a long day of class a thing of the Mondays. Pre-game, halftime, and post-game talks are included in that, too.

Today I saw a flash of blue Patagonia and a phone call later I was at my friend's house with her cat.

Today one of my favorite PEOPLE in the world blogged again. It felt like Christmas morning. 

Today I owned up to the fact that freshmen are beginning to think I live in their dorm because one of my other favorite sisters goes to school with me now so I have a new place to snack and talk and eat brownies. Small price. 

Today I realized I'm more excited than I am scared about the possibility of what something could be. And isn't that just a splendid unexpected thing?

monday hit us hard

...literally.

driving to school. singing along to the radio. all of the sudden, a girl who has the stop ISN'T, in fact, stopping, at a two way stop. slam on the breaks, no dice. she hits us going 30mph. t-boned. huge dent in the side of poor jenny's car. police called. psychology test wasn't able to be taken. sore necks and sore shoulders. thankfully seatbelts were worn. no injuries. just a weird day of being able to say, "I was in a car accident this morning," and the aftershock of the entire thing. 

the best part? even though i slammed against my window at full force, i managed to salvage the coffee in my hand. and then i was able to sip it nervously while we waited for the police and it was that coffee that saved me from an emotional break down in the middle of the street because holy crap, i had a test in 45 minutes.

in light of things, at least we get to ride around in a rental car and it was entirely the other driver's fault, so the bill is on her.

"the mondays"

I tried really hard to like today. In fact, the universe seemed to want me to have a good day. It gave me a wonderful cup of morning coffee, an easy 7:30am wake up call, a brisk three hours of class, and a delightful package from Jasmine with lots of great goodies. I tried. Because what reason did I really have to be unhappy? I'm a believer in saying what you need to say in the moment, a little lesson I learned last October. If someone reacts differently than you hope, then at least you said what you could and can't regret that. But then I remembered that when I'm sleepy, I get emotional. Emotional to the point of pulling out The Fault in our Stars just to cry. And then I felt stupid for getting emotional over something that actually was so much more simple than I made it out to be in my tired little emotional head. I'm an overanalyzer and overthinker and I'm aware of both of them that are both my strengths and my greatest downfall when I've gotten three hours of sleep. Especially when I've gotten three hours of sleep. Of course, once I realize that I'm exhausted and that's why the whole world seems to hate me as it so clearly does not, I realize that I really have no reason to be upset at all and feel dumb for loathing in self pity which makes me feel worse.

In the end, it's nearly dinnertime and the fact that I have no class tomorrow means that I'm going to sleep in, get a full night's rest, and drag my brain out of its funk. I may over-think things, but I am good at forcing myself out of a bad mood, too.

An Inspired Monday

it was one of those awesome days when getting up early didn't seem so unbearable (well, okay, maybe only once i had coffee in my hands and was sitting in class), i liked what i was wearing (it has been scientifically proven that "dressing up" makes you perform better in school), and sweet good morning texts made me smile (my favorite thing). until i went to creative writing, everything seemed just dandy and even the snow on the ground couldn't damper my mood. and then... i got to creative writing (my favorite class by far and one i hate to skip) and realized my workshop was next friday and i had yet to write something i liked enough to let an entire class of people tear it apart. in the past month, i have finished *four* short stories after being told by Modcloth Model that even if you write 20 bad pages and 6 good pages, those 6 can be fruitful for a better second draft. so i did just that. i finished all of my crazy sporadic ideas causing agony and many nights staring blankly at my screen waiting for some bit of inspiration to get me through. and... i didn't like any of them. i liked sentences from each and maybe a scene here and there but none of them really stuck out to me as something i had enough of to "finish". so with a week left to finish a short story, i came home from organic chemistry yesterday after thinking of nothing except this short story of doom i knew i had to write and decided that i was going to start and finish one entire story that night. so... i did just that. and once i sat down, cleared my desk of literally everything on it, and had a sliver of an idea, i just started writing and it hit. i love that moment. i live for it lately. it makes all of the bad pages worth it and Modcloth Model is right. sometimes it takes a lot of muck and junk to get to something good. because when you start writing and the sentences come easily and the characters seem to speak for themselves and you don't have to stop and think about what they're going to do (because they seem to choose that for you), it's a blast. an absolute perfect few hours of fun. i'm excited again and it feels like this again.

and because i'm way too excited to wait until i post all of the pictures tomorrow...

i used pinterest to inspire my hair yesterday and i loved it. next time? curly hair and i'm

going to use an invisible hair tie! pattern mixing with my hair, that's what it has come to folks.

a monday

it's a monday and i planned on posting the diy i have had sitting in my drafts for ages, but i'm not. i should blog about something important/cool, but i'm not. it's a monday. i could devote an entire blog post to the lovely breakfast i had with Modcloth Model that was extraordinary (girl crush!) and how she complimented my polka dot wearing habits (ka-ching!), but i could also devote an entire blog post to the state of our toilet which always seems to be broken. this time it flooded our entire bathroom and sink and hallway. ugh. it's always embarrassing and we always find ourselves saying "it's not us!!" but no one ever believes us. i could talk about how it's sunny outside or how niklaas has been sick all semester when i've had an unlimited amount of energy the past five weeks. i could talk about idaho and how much i love it and miss it dearly and kind of wish it didn't have a university there that i disliked. i could talk about how enlightening my breakfast was and an amazing technical writing/science graduate program i discovered. i could talk about how much i like northface jackets. i could talk about how much i love emails from my dad. i could talk about how much i love an afternoon filled with napping and reading the hunger games. i could talk about how awesome it is that amazon prime allows you to borrow books from the kindle store. i could talk about our cute RA that we obsess over and is now our *friend*. i could talk about how much i love trashy tv.

i could really talk on end about anything, but it's monday, and my mind is everywhere. clearly.