Satellite

So I’m kind of terrible at blogging nowadays… I’ve had RA training, and the start of school just this past week, so I’ve been a little (VERY) scatter-brained. Here’s a piece I wrote about Ramadan: link.
and I got a tumblr, but I really don’t think it will last very long… http://www.pinkgingerale.tumblr.com and I probably won’t use it for real writing very much either, I was just always addicted because i love designing pages and making things look cute, and I always thought tumblr pages looked so put-together ๐Ÿ™‚

so this is my real post of the day: ๐Ÿ™‚
I was sitting in Jimmy John’s early in the evening with a good friend of mine after a bike ride.
they have SUCH good tuna subs, btw.
they kept playing all of these GREAT songs. songs I hadn’t heard in too long.
and everyone knows that feeling of hearing a song and being flooded with a million memories of the times you used to listen to that song, and the people you used to spend that time with…
there’s just this trigger that’s pulled, and something else sets in.
this summer when I was at home, I didn’t see my high school friends but a few times because of internships/jobs in other states, long work hours, and vacations.
my brother was spending his weekdays working late, and my sister and brother-in-law’s apartment was a 30-minute drive away, which wasn’t so bad… but setting the table for 5 people instead of 6 is the strangest thing…
meanwhile, my younger brother continuously plays our home videos on the small tv in my old room… and now we’re all doing our own thing, and we’re all just so… grown up.
our home videos seem like they’re a hundred years old because things are just so different.
this was my first summer where I really felt like I was just ALONE. and normally I wouldn’t mind being alone because I mostly keep to myself, but to have the fact set in that nothing will ever be the way it was, SUCKS.
I hate that I probably won’t ever have a summer with all the people I love together in one place for more than a few hours at a time.
and I hate that my high school friends have scattered and that playlist that was on at Jimmy John’s was full of songs that my best friend from high school sent me FIVE whole years ago when we were just juniors…. and now everything has changed.
change is inevitable, but you can hardly prepare yourself when things just… fade.
and i’m away at school, and i feel like i’m missing so much.
i think change is the thing that i get most sad about…
โ€œCertain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.โ€ -J.D. Salinger, the Catcher in the Rye

a warm gun

i’m so happy right now.
i want this feeling to last foreverrr.

my new place is perfect, the people here are perfect.
today i laughed until i cried… and i’m not talking about just watery eyes, i’m talking about the freaking Niagara Falls.
this usually only happens when I’m at my sister’s house and she’s doing this really awkward hilarious dance in her closet while picking out clothes. it’s so strange, i love it. her husband thinks we’re weirdos. which makes it even funnier…
Mariella and I were trying on these cut-out paper mustaches that I made, and random people in the room were laughing and it was making us laugh, and the mustaches would fly off, and we could only keep them there for a second before they flew away, which made us laugh even more…
and then the waterworks started, and i was drawing so much attention to myself because of my high-pitched giggly voice and Kyle was next to me pointing out that my tears were pouring down like he’s never seen, and it was like he was talking to the entire room and the whole thing was just hilarious to me. And Mariella kept turning to me and laughing harder because of how ridiculous I was, and that only made me laugh more.

that was a terrible story.
i’m a terrible story teller.

but I don’t care; i’m really happy right now.

4th year

it’s funny how when I was leaving school, I had my things packed up WELL in advance, and in the car the day before moving out…
when I’m leaving home, though… I leave all the packing until the evening prior….

…and the morning of…

i’m excited to be productive with my new internship, school work, my job as an RA, and my personal projects, and i’m super stoked about having a kitchen [and not sharing a bathroom with 40 other girls] for the first time in the three years i’ve been at school,
but i’m not at all excited to be away from family for another year…

i’m going to try my best to be a lot less anti-social than i’ve been lately..
wish me luck!

xx

oh, and i’m not done with my Ramadan posts! oh, no. i’ve only just began! i have some drafts saved of some things i’d like to post… so they’re coming. i just need to sit at my desk in my new apartment and put some more thought into it.

a friend of mine changed her status on FB earlier…

“someone from Somalia asked a scholar,

‘is our fast valid if there is no suhoor and no iftar?'”

be appreciative of all that you have, and be sure to devote much of your time to those who are less fortunate.
and remember the nations experiencing droughts and food shortages in your prayers!