waiting for magic...

Even though my head knows that I won’t get to see much of Rob this week, that still didn’t stop me from falling asleep on the couch last night while we were doing our homework. I seem to be doing this a lot as of late. The last few movies we’ve watched together (on the same couch) I’ve only managed to catch the first few minutes before dozing off (and apparently snoring). I blame the couch. It lulls me to sleep. I knew it was too comfortable for it’s own good.

Something is definitely amiss. I remembered my dreams again last night, and I’m telling you, this never happens. I was on a hill with a group of people, ready to throw a coup (against whom I know not), when a large truck decides to charge us. It chases us all over the countryside, finally into a ditch (at which point I get the overwhelming sense that I’ve done this before). We manage to outrun the truck, though, and scale a rock wall at the end of the ditch, just in time for my alarm to go off. I remember think how tired I was as I ran through the ditch. It’s probably my body’s way of telling me that I have a long way to go before I’m even in shape to walk the BolderBOULDER in a decent time.

Also, today I figured out how to make links in my posts as well as give them titles. Now, I'm pretty sure I have a readership of about 3, but hey, I'm excited about it! (I can be friends with technology!!!)

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Here it is...finally!!! Yay for the "plum" couch. And drat, I'm late for class, so now I have to figure out a way to say goodbye to the couch, the news, and my cup of tea...

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Dreams are funny things. I rarely ever remember my own. Usually it requires some sort of conscious knowledge on my part of my surroundings. Often when I’m not sleeping well, the conscious brain is able to grasp a part of those dreams (which really just means that whenever I’m stressed out, I don’t sleep very well, and therefore the dreams I’m remembering are things that ought to just stay buried—such as anxiety dreams about grading papers). Today I was dreaming about navigating a river (who knows what came before that). I was just swimming down the river. I came to a stopping point about to enter the rapids. I realized I had to say goodbye to my friends and family before I entered the river, but before I had a chance, the rapids swept my away. It was a very calm feeling (and surprisingly smooth considering how many uprooted trees I’d seen pass down these rapids before me). Fortunately, I still had my cell phone (who knows why water doesn’t damage imaginary cell phones). I called Rob to tell him goodbye, but no answer. I suddenly realized, in a panic, that it was between 11 and 1, and that I was, under no certain circumstances, to leave the house because my couch was about to be delivered. Try as I might, I couldn’t get anyone else to pick up their phones. I waited until a point in the river where I could make a U-Turn to get out (who knows about that one), ran all the way to the apartment, only to find that my sister was still there and that the couch had already been delivered. Those nice delivery people had even thrown in a free loveseat for making me wait so long for the darn thing.

Today is, in fact, actually couch day. I’ve been waiting for this day for quite some time, and it just keeps getting postponed. But not today. Today, I feel like a kid on Christmas (which is probably why I didn’t sleep very well this morning). My plum-colored couch is being delivered today, and I peeked outside first thing this morning: no blizzard. So, this morning, for the last time, I sit on the imaginary couch (it’s a couch of a different color for everyone who visits the apartment); it’s a nice patch of floor, and I would pretend to be nostalgic, but who am I kidding? I still have plenty of other nice patches of floor.

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I think I can safely say before I moved to Iowa, I knew not a one person who maintained a blog (or I have conveniently forgotten to mention said persons). I think, however, that Iowa might be on to something. It could start out innocently enough as a way to pass the time as you stare suspiciously out the window at the thermometer and know that the wind chill isn’t going to allow it to feel any warmer than 20 degrees colder than what you’re reading; perhaps it is a vain effort to delay your graduate studies (or class planning); or maybe you’ve just become an addict, sucked into the blogging quagmire. Whatever the reason, I’ve decided that I can no longer be a passive blogger.

Currently, I’m sitting in my apartment, on the floor. I’m contemplating this particular place on the floor, for in two days time, there will be a couch here. It is a plum-colored beauty, and despite some skepticism, I refuse any raining on my parade. My couch is beautiful, comfortable, and hopefully I will not be sitting her still contemplating it when it is delivered.

I just recently moved most of my possessions to an apartment in Ames, Iowa. Now the apartment is filled with boxes, but I have reassuringly told my roommate that the unpacking will be done by Thursday. I hope that’s actually true, otherwise we’ll have gone from having no furniture to using cardboard boxes as end tables (I’ve always thought plum and cardboard went well together).

This apartment is a recent development in my life. Before it, I was just lost. A transient, living on borrowed waterbeds and generous couches. I’m so relieved to have a place of my own. December was a wonderful month. Somehow, around the same time, I also acquired a Rob. These are rare and difficult to come by; I think I’ll keep him around for a while.

Well, I think that’s all the procrastinating I can fit in in one session…

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