Well, my first reading week is quickly upcoming. I am so pleased to be able to say that, well, type it anyways. I am looking forward to a week of studying punctuation, grammar, and vocabulary. I'll probably end up mixing in some reading, movie watching, and day dreaming, but who doesn't during a week to themselves.

I was pleased with my midterm, no idea how I did, but I'm not too concerned. My dictionary and I are going to be close friends over the week, hopefully I will be able to pick up some new lingo.

It suprises me more and more how well my classmates write. Besides grammar, the majority of the students use words that I don't even know.

To all who are looking forward to a week of quiet studying: enjoy!

The Mel Mind

To say the least, the day has been interesting.

I have tried my best to be quiet, invisible, supportive and funny where necessary.

I've studied and learned many things I should have been taught years ago.

I've prepared for my midterm.

Looked into future endeavors.

Sat in warmth watching a great movie.

Watched cars and snow scrapers go whizzing by.

Commented on the school discussion.

Cut and wrapped individual slices of yummy banana bread.

Ate delicious slices of pruscuitto, spicey chicken, and swiss cheese.

Received a Valentine's Day card from a good pen pal.

Written emails to friends and family.

Sipped tea.

Lost someone I hardly knew, but really appreciated and still do.

Empathized, sympathized, empathized, sympathized.

Regretted.

And spent WAY too much time staring at a computer screen.

Lots of Love, The Mel Mind

Its been awhile, yes I realize.

The mind has been busy, and while I know writing helps it just seemed like too much work.

I have a few things weighing down on me right now.

More or less thoughts, ideas that are stuck to my brain, like the meatloaf on the ceiling in The Big Bang Theory.(I am and will be forever addicted)

Numero Un: Why am I avoiding replying to email? I know I would feel less guilt if I just did it.

Numero du: Why are new friends more accepting than old ones? I am responsible for not maintaining all friendships, for not explaining myself to them. Some part of me is sad, but at the same time knows that this is true.

Numero trois: I realize I have grown and morphed into a different person because of what happened to me, but I cannot stop searching in the mirror for that other beautiful person. I know the new and old are both a part of me, but I miss the beautiful, confident, supportive, and elegant me. I see her every once and awhile in the mirror, and I hold on to those moments so tight.

Trust me that there are way more thoughts than these, but for now these are all the energy I have to write about.

Lots of Love, The Mel Mind