Just another post.

Hello my little dumplings!

It's been a while. I've started two posts that are currently sitting as drafts, because I don't want to publish shitty waste-of-time posts, but I'm also not a good writer, so I end up not posting anything.

Anyway, I'm in the mood to actually accomplish something, no matter how little or pointless.. so here it is.

I'm going to tell you about my weekend, because it was actually pretty fantastic. Here's what I did:

• Went to Target with Angela - only one impulse purchase!
• Went to the Union and played bingo, ate nachos and rice krispy bars, watched and walked out of a comedian show, and bowled. 
• Played DDR and air hockey with Blake.
• Crashed a dance at Friley.
• Played night frisbee until 2:30am.
• Watched the Katy Perry movie and painted my nails with Angela.
• Went to B-Dubs.
• Played basketball (and discovered I'm shit at it).
• Played racquetball and almost killed Tien and Brandon.
• Watched football with Angela (the Vikings almost won UGH I'm still upset about it like how could they give me hope and then fail me like that).

So there you have it. 

I hope you all had excellent weekends, as well!

Keep on keeping on, everyone. 

Into The Unknown

"Trust me," he whispers; his hand is outstretched toward me. I glance beyond him, and see only darkness.

"This doesn't feel right." My voice sounds tiny in this vast forest.

"Coward." He smirks. I glare at him playfully, but secretly I am terrified. I look at his hand, palm upward, inviting me to take it. His fingers curl gently, as if my hand is already inside his. I follow the creases in his hand to the veins in his wrist, up his arm to his sure body. He's so spontaneous and confident.

I take a look around me once again. Everything else is definite, and brightly lit...everything but the area beyond him, where he's headed.

"I've been down that path, before." I point toward a familiar area, which is a little boring, but it's safe.

"So have I. I've been down all these paths; all but this one. I'm going with or without you." Something flashes through his eyes, but it's too quick for me to understand. "Coming?"

I look once again at his hand. Right then, it seems as if it's the only thing that exists. I keep staring at it for what feels like minutes, but is probably only an instant. It seems to be getting closer to me; I realize I am stepping toward him. With the feeling that I have no control over my body and I am watching my own actions, my hand reaches out and unites with his. Our fingers latch together as if we are never letting go.

And now we are running.

Uncertain.

I examine the back of his neck, the way his hairline makes a "v". I watch his shoulders rise and fall with his breathing; I try breathing with him.

He turns around. His gaze holds mine for only an instant, but it's enough time to be intoxicating.

I look up at the ceiling. There's a tile with a browning corner. I try to think of why it's become that way. 

As my eyes return to my desk, I see the side of his face, ever so briefly. I think he's smiling, but I can't be sure. I'm too afraid to look again.

For the rest of the hour, I keep my head turned away from him. My eyes shift strictly from my desk to the professor for the duration of class.

I glance at my watch. It's time to go. I move to pack up my bag, but suddenly there is a figure in my peripheral. I follow the familiar blue shoes up his jean-covered legs, then to the buttons on his plaid shirt, eventually leading to his face.  He looks like he's about to smile, but I don't give him the chance. I avert my glance down to my books again, and finish packing up my backpack.

The crowd of people flows out the door, and sweeps him away with them. He's gone.

Once I throw my backpack onto my shoulder and stand up, the room is mostly empty. 

I open the door to a nearly vacated hallway, and sigh.

On to my next class...

My morning (9.12.13)

I wake up, and look at my phone. 7:20.
HOLY CRAP WHY DIDN'T MY ALARM GO OFF?!

I quickly get up to take a shower. But then I realize that Tina doesn't have class this morning, so I actually have a little more time than usual.

After I shower, I see Angela doing homework on the futon.
Hmm...Angela's first class on Friday doesn't start until an hour after mine.

"Why are you up so early?"
"Well, since Tina's not getting up this morning, I decided not to wait for my alarm to go off, and just get out of bed. Why are you up so early?
"This is the time I always get up."
"...On Thursdays, don't you shower at 8:15?"

Right. It's Thursday.

I mean, of course it's Thursday. And this particular Thursday, I have a five-and-a-half hour break in the middle of my day. I'm going to the gym. I shouldn't have even showered.

Then I open my e-mail. A message from Dr. Stacey, the professor of my first of two classes for the day. It says she's sick. OF COURSE.

Luckily, she didn't cancel class.
I honestly would have exploded.

Alright, c'est tout. I'm done complaining.

Expectations

As it turns out, 19 credits is a lot of work. Who wouldda thunk it?
But all in all, I have high expectations for this semester.

Each day has its blips.
Yet in the big picture, I've really been enjoying myself.

I've been successful at making new friends, I've been keeping up with my classes, I've been getting involved with campus activities and organizations, and I'm still finding time to eat (important) and have fun (also important).

Aaaaand, check out this sa-weet new purchase:

Aw yeah. 

I hope you're all feeling as great about this Fall as I am. 

Stay positive, keep your head up, and don't forget to enjoy the little things.

Introductions

I want to introduce myself to you (even if it's only me who reads this thing).
A few reasons for this:

First of all, I think we all need to re-introduce ourselves to even our closest friends from time to time. We all go through changes throughout the years.

Another reason is that I've started another semester of college. I've had plenty of introductions lately, and it's made me think about how I present myself.

The last reason is that introductions are important. My introducing of myself is different than your introducing of me. And they're both significant.

So hi. My name is Kira.
I'm a little troubled, and a lot of crazy.

Some of my favorite things include paperback books, the smell of Asiago-cheese bagels, and live acoustic sessions.

I've encountered very few books which I find myself recommending to anyone whose mind I find similar to my own. They are: Looking For Alaska by John Green, Watchmen by Alan Moore, and Submarine by Joe Dunthorne.

I laugh at things when I feel uncomfortable.
I avoid confrontation, to the point of ignoring some of my best friends.
I waste my time.

For years, I've had an image of what I want my life to be like, someday. I refuse to share this with anyone, out of fear that it won't happen, and I will be embarrassed of not having met my goal.

I am learning to speak French.
I want to work in a field where I won't be noticed but can accomplish much.
I have a lot of ambition but not a lot of execution.

I have the problem of wanting a boyfriend while simultaneously not feeling deserving of one.

I like choirs and duets.
I enjoy singing, although I'm not very good at it.
I love having real conversations with people.

When I don't feel like I have control over a situation, I tend to freak out. I will then create a new situation over which I can assert control. This isn't often healthy.

But this is me.
This is how I see me.
Now, tell me about yourself.

Optimism

Today started out as a horrible day.

I won't go into detail, but I was in a pretty bad mood; you could ask my roommates.. they would back me up.

Yet the silver lining came.

I ended up learning how to longboard, talked to one of the new CA's, joined a club, went to the C-Store and bought an Arizona tea (which I drank in 20 min, and am now waiting for the copious amounts of pee to come...) and our air conditioning was finally fixed.

Currently, I am sitting on our non-crappy futon, finishing the last of tonight's homework (and check it out, it's only 8:20!), while Master Chef plays in the background.

I'm content.