Showing posts with label Fantastical Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fantastical Friday. Show all posts

Friday, October 1, 2010

Fantastical Sushi Friday

I am utterly stoked. Tonight a large group of friends and I are heading off campus to enjoy a sushi dinner. I've no doubt it will be highly Americanized and nothing like my usual sushi back in Taiwan, but I will grin and bear it. Enjoy it. Savor. Dear lord I'm hungry.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Willow reeds and acorns.

It's hard to believe that it is already Friday. It's also hard to believe I haven't done a Fantastical Friday post for awhile. Because all Fridays are fantastical, especially this one, thus far. It's seven twenty in the morning here, ten minutes before I'll migrate to the dining hall. An hour ago I was trekking and exploring the early morning on campus. I've been running/ellipticaling every morning this week, and decided that my energy wanted to change it up.

Much to my roommate's probable dismay, I set my alarm for 5:45 (I only let it ring once) and then dressed for the trees. It was wonderful. The fog had yet to lift off the ground by the time I was out there (around six) and continued to rise ephemerally until 6:45, at which time I finally returned to my dorm to get ready. If one had seen me flitting around in the trees in the dead early day, they would've thought me rather crazy. I was talking to the trees as well, which adds to the potentially precieved nutsness. Speaking of nuts. There are acorns EVERYWHERE. And I mean everywhere. And they are beautiful. I found myself meditating for a long time under the willow tree, which will supply plenty of good willow reeds for Mabon (Autumn Equinox festival I plan to celebrate this year).

A very fantastical Friday morning indeed. Though, I must divulge, I wouldn't mind crawling back into bed for a few hours.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

I think I'll go to boarding school today.

Right after I...

1. Wake up and bustle about the house with mom and dad.

2. Eat Huevos Rancheros with mom at our favorite Friday breakfast place.

3. Walk Louise.4. Blog this post.

5. Carry three bottles of water up five flights of stairs for my parents.

6. Run to curb some of my excitement.

7. Get my nails done.

8. Try not to cry at all the people and things I am going to miss.

9. Cry anyway because it's healthy and I know I'll be back all too soon.

10. Take a shower and shave my legs.

11. Watch "Deadliest Catch" with my dad. (We are so Alaskan)

12. Dust and vacuum so that my parents have a clean house to mope around in.

13. Eat Thai food with my crazy, wonderful parents.
14. And FINALLY, I will go to boarding school.

It's bound to be a very fantastical Friday.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Fantastical Friday.

I here by declare all Fridays, Fantastical. They truly are. All the prior days of the semaine drip by with no inkling of letting up, and then all of a sudden, it's Friday. Not only is it reprieve from school and/or work, it breaks the cyclical monotony of the seven day cycle we meander through. And quite honestly, I'm glad there is only one such day. 'Tis special because of it.

My Friday has consisted thus far of plenty of magical happenings. For one, Louise (my chihuahua) pooped quite promptly of leaving the house for her morning walk. Second, the pimples irksomely adorning my face have somewhat faded away! Thirdly, I have managed to make it without coffee since nine o'clock this morning. It is presently ten o'clock. I am holding off because I am going to brunch with my mom, where coffee will undoubtedly be consumed.

Also, I have been very strange and vivid dreams. Last night, par example, I was a supernatural being of sorts caught up in a life or death game. I was trying to get past an ice covered pond, but when I stepped out to cross it, a jumble of people slid out before me, cracking the already thin ice. Lo and behold, the ice crumbled beneath us and we fell into the water. And it wouldn't be a dream pond without sharks. For what felt like the next hour, I was ripping apart massive tiger sharks as they made to bite me. Very exhausting. There was much more, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I am the only one who acually thinks the dreams are that cool.

Well, a bientot for now, readers, I must go brunch. And have some coffee.