I'm So Tired

Once again, I find myself confronted with the realization that, throughout the week, I make mental notes to write things down here on Monday, but I cannot remember them. What I ought to do is actually write them down once they happen, but I don't.

I Tried to Be Proactive...

When was the last time you considered the difference between “bragging” and “showing off,” in an effort to explain the intricacies of the English language to two thirty-year-old men in a Madrid bar?  And when was that time you took shots with a 60-year-old woman on a Thursday night at an all-you-can-eat Asian buffet?

Oh, so you’ve never had a week like mine?  Read on.

I'm More of a Mahogany Girl

Hello fellow creatures of existence, 

Both of my roommates are sick so I drank orange juice today even though I don't particularly enjoy our school's orange juice. That is how dedicated I am to staying healthy ("healthy" being a term I have a fairly loose definition of). Despite my heroic precautions against those villains known as viruses, I'm feeling sort of crappy. But not in a "I'm sick" way but more of a "mehhhh I have this paper and project proposal due on Friday but all I can manage to do is watch New Girl on Netflix" way. Here's a short summation of certain parts of my life presented in the format of a list of specific skills I have honed this week, though:

Creepy Stuff Happens in Nowhere

It must be Monday again. Mondays aren't too bad for me. I've got one class, and it goes from 9:05 to 9:55. Tuesdays are a little different. I have three classes and a lab. That's six and a half hours of sitting in a classroom. And Tuesday is our hardest workout day in XC. And it means I usually have a lot of work to do on Mondays, which is definitely true today.

Taking a Week Off

Hey guys.

Well, I'm taking a week off, because I'm feeling a little frustrated with the blog this weekend.  Glad that everyone's coming back to post, though.

If you're dying to read stuff by me, I have three advice columns up at amwordmag.com.

I'm about to finish (A) Game of Thrones.  Pretty good.  I hope I am like Arya.  That would be a good person to be like.

-Rachael

Bravest When Alone, Courageous with Strangers

Fellow Bloggers and Audience Members Alike,

I may have dropped the ball this past month by not posting about the beginning of the school year, but fear not! I am back in action and plan to post consistently once again. Now let's see what I've been up to in a very non-linear temporal movement because, well, timey-wimey.

When I say jump, you say:

Well, back to the ol' grind.

One week of classes in the books, and it wasn't too bad. My workload is going to be pretty steep this semester. Take a jump if you care to see what I've got.

Depart from Hollywood Standards

“I have stolen glances at attractive Spanish men.  I was burnt, and impaled by splinters, in the town of Vilafranca.  I have spent the night with five people where only three should fit and left with both my sanity and my life.  I’ve never been expelled from university, but one time in 3^rd grade, I did get in trouble for reading past the late bell.  I tread over mountain passes with heavy packs that others fear to walk unburdened.  I have talked to valedictorians, loved cha, and written jokes to make my friends weep.  You may have heard of me.”

The serpent was more crafty than any other wild animal that the LORD God had made.

Today was my first day of classes, and by classes I mean class, because I only had one. Geology 170: The Dynamic Earth. Kinda a basic geology course. One of the requirements for the geography major is that you have to take one class in the geology department, and this one seems pretty good. We go on hikes during our lab periods. Good enough for me.

Taking the Plunge

Contrary to this post’s title, I did not have the opportunity to jump off of any Mallorcan cliffs.  Well, the only opportunity I had was diving to my death off the bluff that that overlooked this island, and I wasn’t feeling suicidal.  But I’ve taken a metaphorical plunge into the crazy and exciting Spanish culture.  Oh, and I swam in the Mediterranean—but you already knew that.

Like a Rolling Stone

In the last two weeks (-ish), I have slept in three houses, one condo, one cabin in the woods, one tent, and one dorm room. I have driven through five states, flown across two countries, and ridden on four boats of various sizes. I have eaten pancakes with chocolate chips inside the batter and pancakes with chocolate chips added on top. I have taken several fine naps. Most of all, I have eaten pancakes with chocolate chips inside the batter.

When the Urban Youths Conquered Spain

Right now I’m on an eight day semi-educational tour of Spain.  Before I left, I wrote a mini blog post, to show up magically on Friday/Saturday—but then the internet wasn’t working, so I just decided to bring the computer along.  So this blog is a two part fiesta.

Best. Thing. Ever.