Days Like These

My favorite place. Can't tell you where, but it's magical.

"You wanted rock and roll, complete control Well, I don’t know" My favorite song on the cd.

I love blogs where people have grand aspirations to save the world one bad outfit at a time, or give their snooty opinion about so and so's last book that was a bust, but still hold the author with the highest regard due to his attempts at depicting the antagonist of the story as a strong female lead. I realize these situations never occur. That's cool. Bad example I suppose. Either way. This is not that kind of blog. I have no main purpose with this little project here except maybe to drain the surfeit of useless information swimming around in my head. However, what you do get is my rambles, thoughts, and a quick glimpse into the life that I find worth living. I hope you can at least appreciate that.

Status on things in my life:

>>College applications: First main 4= complete!

>>Brain capacity to sponge up any more information regarding the cell, neuron, nephron, or brain: Limit Exceeded

>>Sleep: Not nearly enough of it

>>Stress: Moderate but nerves are definitely high.

>>Ready for: Tuesday to be over and then after that Wednesday as well.

>>Excited to: Embark on my next challenge. You'll see ;)

>>Praying for: Tuesday and that the outbreak of Cholera in Haiti is over soon.

>>Thankful for: My family, Fall back!, a plan , Claude Debussy for writing the most beautiful music, and some really wonderful people praying for me.

Fall is really the best time of the year. Pumpkin spice lattes from Starbucks, an extra hour of sleep, and changing leaves. I love collapsing on the couch and turning on the fire (even if it's electric!) and reading. Hopefully soon I will be able to dig in on the new books I have just bought from B&N. I'm tired of all of this AP nonsense. Here's to enjoyment reading and naps. I will plan my time accordingly, and with that good night. North Carolina, you are officially on the normal cycle of how fall should feel.

Love, blessings, and thankful for this next breath,

Rach