In Which I Am Alive

Today, I had finished all my finals, my roommates weren't home, my friends were all either taking finals or studying for finals so...I decided to go running. I think this is the fourth or fifth day in a row that I've ran, excluding Sunday, and I feel like I'm starting to get back into a rhythm. I'm feeling that addiction coming back, which is good because once I catch the bug, I don't slack. I feel like I'm finally starting to push myself a little more, even when I don't feel like it. For today's run, I ran down Bulldog to State Street, then around to the Veteran's Memorial Pool and back. I got to check out the pool that I might be working at this summer, and I came across a reception center where I used to have dance at the age of 7. I'd totally forgotten that place. It had these big stained glass windows all around the room we danced in, and I would find my favorite patch of color each day and sit in it, until my teacher made me actually

I missed my mountains. Today I got to spend hours climbing around rocks, looking at hawks, goats, deer, and squirrels, staring at the way the sun hits the cliffs, and feeling infinite as I looked at the mountains looming around me. I got to do my favorite thing, in my favorite place, with my favorite person. Yeah, this was a good way to start finals week.

You know what I love? Singing in laundry rooms. Yep.

No, this is not going to be a deeply philosophical post about whining. This is going to be me, whining. Get ready. Guess what I don't want to do right now? I don't want to write my paper. I don't want to practice the piano. I don't want to do finals or go to class. I just dont' want to be a responsible human being. I don't want to feel sick or tired. Guess what I do want to do? Go home and fall asleep on my bed. I might not even make it to my bed. I might crash on the couch before I get there. And then wake up and read a book all day. I could pick "Great Expectation" back up or borrow "Hunger Games" from Andria. I could sleep, and read, and watch a movie, and maybe get some cuddling in there too, and order a pizza just for me, except that that doesn't sound appetizing so maybe just some cereal... Anyways, I don't want to do anything. But guess what, I have to. So I might as well. I got this out of my system and now it's time to

In honor of Easter, and spring, here is one of my most favorite poems, by one of my most favorite poets, e. e. cummings. (Yes, he really doesn't capitalize his name, I'm not just being a lazy blogger). (P.S. for best results, read this poem out loud. It's better that way)/ i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth day of life and love and wings:and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any-lifted from the no of all nothing-human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)