Live like you're dying

Why is it that we have such a hard time remembering to live our lives?

We talk of the things we would do, the way we would live, the risks we would take if we were dying.

What if we only had a few more minutes left to live? What would you do with your last moments on Earth? Who would you call? Who would you kiss? What would you do with those moments?

I try to make a habit out of living each day to the fullest extent. Now, I don't mean just throwing caution to the wind every day and making sure I do something spectacular - but whatever I am doing, do it. Wherever I am, be there. Whatever emotion I'm experiencing, push it through your fingers and toes until your bones vibrate with the intensity of what your brain can do.

I guess that's why people say I'm dramatic. Or that I'm crazy. Or confident. Or anything else that people say I am. But you know what?

At the end of every day, I can honestly say that if it all ended, my list of regrets would be short.

So whoever you are, and whatever you do with your time, just.... don't get caught up in the bureaucracy of life. The paperwork. Call that person you want to talk to. Ask that girl (or guy) out. Take that trip.

And don't just do it because tomorrow, you might die.

Do it because today, you might live.

Who knew I could be inspirational?

LISTEN UP!!!

I just wrote my congressman about this.

http://paycheck-chronicles.military.com/2011/04/02/ensuring-pay-for-our-military-act/

Here is a link. Read a bit, decide if the men and women defending our nation are worth 5 minutes of your time, and drop a line to your congressman.

Here is the website you can go to. Filling out the form is easy. 

https://writerep.house.gov/writerep/welcome.shtml

Life Goal: Run away for a day

So.

I was going to go to rexburg this weekend. But it fell through.

Sorry to everyone in rexburg that I was going to visit.

Instead, I thought I'd accomplish a life goal this weekend.

Run away for a day. 

Anyone want to come?

I only require 2 things.

1) a sense of adventure
2) secrecy

anyone in?

The end draws ever nearer

So today, I actually made it to campus! WOO! Go me.

So here I am, doing an assignment for one of. All I have to say is this.

Spring is overrated. Because SPRING is still cold. And wet. So screw you, spring. When you've full sprung into summer, that's when I am happy.



I have a few job interviews lined up. Who even knows what's going on with my life. All I know is that I refuse to be anything but happy and carefree this summer. I'm going to freaking THAILAND. And I'm going to be warm. And soak up every ray of sun that my pasty body will allow.

I know I haven't blogged in a while..... but now I am. And this is what I want to say. Sorry if you're lost.

I graduate in 16 days. I have  more days of class.

El fin se acerca.

Jumping through hoops

So, my roommate Lauren and I have been noticing recently, how little motivation we have to do anything school related. Yesterday, for example, we both were supposed to go to class. But we didn't. Instead, I deep cleaned the carpet on the stairs.

Yeah. I'd rather deep clean the freaking carpet than attend a class.

And so a few minutes ago, as we were both desperately trying to get energy to do the few (but MAJOR) projects and assignments we have left, I realized something.

I've been jumping through hoops.

And I've been so distracted by trying to get through all of them that I never realized that they have led me back to EXACTLY where I was before I started this whole mess.

I don't care about jobs. I don't care about careers. I care about making enough money to do what I really want to do - live a life that allows me the freedom I need.

So thank you, thousands of dollars spent on higher education. I really am grateful to my parents for helping me with that. I just..... wonder if in the end it was necessary. Or even desired.

POLL

Which is better?

Having loved and lost

OR

Never having loved at all?

Forget what happens when it's all over; what about when it all starts?

Sometimes, when I hear about the things that are going on in the world, I want to move to the mountains and have a herd of goats. (A flock? What do you call a group of goats?)

When I hear things like what is going on in Egypt. Or Lybia. Or in DI.

Combine that with the fact that I read the ENTIRE Hunger Games trilogy this weekend (Hunger Games on saturday, all of Catching Fire and part of Mockingjay yesterday, finishing Mockingjay this morning), and then throw the bizarre, colorless weather in the mix, and I have been in the strangest mood.

Now I'm sure it doesn't surprise any of you that I hate winter. And that I have a rather dark side to my personality. And that sometimes the first causes the second. And so this morning, on my way to school, I found myself carefully considering the people who surround me, rating them on an unspoken scale of violence and death; how much of a threat would this person pose? Could they overpower me? Outsmart me? How much remorse would I feel at killing them if it were me or them?

Then, thinking about all of this, I wonder how long it will be until some entirely unthinkable reality becomes my own. For us to reach the point of instability, violence, and fear where our lives as we know it are threatened.

Don't you think it would be hard to be the first generation living in the new way? 

I do.