Sex on Fire

A few things...

-I'm finally back at school! And getting back into a routine. I absolutely love being back here.

-I got free tickets to the Kings of Leon concert this Wednesday night. Thank you, Ohio State!

-I have so much faith in the Cincinnati Bengals that people (non-Cincinnatians and Cincinnatians alike) frequently laugh in my face. But I firmly believe that we have talent and heart that will make us a threat this season--and I will argue that until I'm blue in the face. Seeing them win against the Packers yesterday made me beyond, beyond happy.

-Living in the sorority house has turned out better than I could have ever expected. There is always something going on, someone to talk to, someone you can get to know better, someone to watch Little Miss Sunshine with, or someone to order Insomnia Cookies (Double Chocolate Chunk, if you wanted to know my favorite) with at 11 at night. And there is always time for myself, too.

-I've been watching Glee and Community on Hulu and I'm very impressed. Community, especially, had me really laughing out loud. I have yet to watch the second season of True Blood because I was busy re-watching the first season with the boyfriend. But I'll get around to it eventually.

-I have sophomore orientation for nursing tomorrow and classes start on Wednesday. My life is about to get 100 times harder...

Thankful for writing

Writing has always been very therapeutic to me. I enjoy writing about things...whether they are happy, sad or insignificant. This blog was started out of a broken heart - to serve as a small haven where I could clear my head by writing. And it has, since then, remained a little place of solace to make some sense of everything around me.

Being separated from the person you love is hard - sometimes it can be pretty damn unbearable. But I have discovered how soothing it is to simply write to him.

After he left for Basic Training, I purchased this thick spiral-bound red notebook specifically for writing letters. In two months, the metal that had held it together has loosened and fallen apart from my overuse. The pages have also begun to dwindle - the front and back covers now seem too large to contain the few pages remaining. So many times I've reached for that red notebook through a haze of tears because I had no where else to turn. Even if I didn't intend to send him some of the things I wrote, it was a relief to almost pretend I was speaking to him. And upon finishing a letter, I'd realize that my sadness had begun to ebb the moment I touched my pen to the paper to write his name. The process of writing to him was so uplifting that, by the closing, I'd find my tears dried and a smile on my face.

This Thanksgiving - after looking back over the hardest year I've yet endured - I gave thanks for the gift of writing ability. It has truly helped preserve my sanity and happiness throughout.

And I hope everyone else had a happy Thanksgiving! Happy December (almost)!