A First Time For Everything

I'm home. And home means a ton of food, bizarre (hilarious) conversations at the dinner table, and opportunities for domestication.


I stuffed a turkey today.

Merry Christmas!

-C

Starting Somewhere

I totally believe in second chances. There's just something rewarding about fixing things up and breathing new life into them. Even in the midst of a quarter-life crisis, this silly notion remains in the back of my head that someday (when I'm out of college) I'll start my own business selling modern, one-of-a-kind pieces of reupholstered furniture.

(I guess the first step would be learning how to reupholster furniture.....hmmm).

Well! You know what they say: "Ya gotta start somewhere."

Here's my first humble attempt at a leather office chair my roommate found by the dumpster the other night. One small step at a time.

-C

A Cozy Little Reminder

for those of us whose hands are always cold.


letterpress note by Carissa Potter

the End

At 4:20 I was putting the final touches on a research paper that was due at 5. At 4:25 I grabbed my coat and walked ran out the door of my apartment. At 4:30 I went to the office at my apartment complex to print it off, but the printer was broken. At 4:50 I was at Towns attempting to print it off there, but the printer was faculty only. At 4:53 I was running across the street to DeMoss to print it off at the library, but every computer was occupied. At 4:54 I was groveling. At 4:55 someone finally let me use their computer. At 4:56 I was stapling my paper together. At 4:57 I was running back across the street to Towns and pulled a muscle going up the stairs while humming the theme song to Rocky in my head (not kidding). At 4:58 I turned in my paper. Dr. Croteau lauged at me until 5. He was still laughing as I limped down the hall.


I am so glad this semester is over.

-C

Quarter-life Crisis

I feel defeated.

By Joe, that's exactly what it is. Defeat! I've been sitting around trying to hash out whatever it is I'm feeling into a blog post or through music to figure it out, and there it is. Defeat.

School. Relationships. Life in general. It's all a sad country song really.

Okay, so I exaggerate.
It's really not that bad.

And that's the thing. Life is not bad. Not at all. Minus the fact that I am having some serious quarter-life crisis. I've contemplated all day long on whether or not to change my concentration or not, but alas I've decided to stick with Biblical Studies (much to my demise). I just want out of college. I am so done. Stick a fork in me. Done, I say.

I want to learn how to cook and sew really well. Hone some decent song-writing skills, learn some German and then move to Germany for a few years. I want to host house dinners and help plant a church. Learn how to play the piano, record an EP, go on tour. Buy a great camera and take pictures, draw pictures, paint pictures, and then hang them all up in beautiful clusters and collages all over my home. I want to travel. Join the peace corps. Join the army. Anything but stay in college.

All I know is that this is the part where we forget about me ever wanting to get my Masters and phD...
I didn't really mean it.

Quarter-life crisis.
Done and done.

-C