Daybook

Outside my window ... Glorious sunshine and a cool breeze.

I am thinking … about Avatar.

On my iPod... (From my iTunes) 12 Days of Christmas by Straight No Chaser.

I am thankful for … new jeans.

I am reading … still reading What I Saw at the Revolution by Peggy Noonan.

I am hoping … that our flight the bay area will go smoothly.

On my mind … I hope I'm not forgetting anything.

Noticing that … I still have one box from my move home that I have yet to empty.

A few plans for the week … The proper care and feeding of little cousins.

From the kitchen … the finishing up of leftovers from Filippe's and wayyyyy too much chocolate.

Around the house … Last minute preparations before departure for the airport.

One of my favorite things … Acapella Christmas music.

Mmmmmm.....

I wish I could somehow share with you all the smell of the roast that is in the oven downstairs. It is plugged with garlic. I wish I could blog its lovely rich scent, open a vent, and let it waft throughout the world wide web.

Later on this evening, this roast will be served with mashed potatoes, salad, and pomegranate cider. The meal will then be wrapped up with creme brulee. And I am quite positive that our wonderful day will end with mugs of hot cocoa, topped off with marshmallows and candy canes.

Merry Christmas, Everyone!!!!

From a Dockers VP

"Once upon a time, men wore the pants, and wore them well. Women rarely had to open doors and little old ladies never crossed the street alone. Men took charge because that’s what they did. But somewhere along the way, the world decided it no longer needed men. Disco by disco, latte by foamy non-fat latte, men were stripped of their khaki’s and left stranded on the road between boyhood and androgyny. But today, there are questions our genderless society has no answers for. The world sits idly by and cities crumble, children misbehave and those little old ladies remain on one side of the street. For the first time since bad guys, we need heroes. We need grown-ups. We need men to put down the plastic fork, step away from the salad bar and untie the world from the tracks of complacency. It’s time to get your hands dirty. It’s time to answer the call of manhood. It’s time to wear the pants."

To read the rest of the article, go here:
http://www.faithandfamilylive.com/blog/manifesto?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%253A+faithandfamilylive+[Faith+%26+Family+Live!]&utm_content=Google+Reader#When:16:00:57Z

I Think I May Need Prayers

Or better yet, I think my family may need prayers as they stand behind me at this time in my life.

As much as I love my Alma Mater, I must say that three years of school with no summer break is exhausting. Yes, I am EXHAUSTED. I am not necessarily tired in the physical sense, but my mental faculties have been overwhelmed, my mind has been crammed with information, and I feel that it may take a couple weeks of watching movies, reading books, and dwelling in subconsciousness to find my sanity. Is this madness? Do I sound nonsensical?

Jesus, help me! I can't even type. (I just caught myself writing, "Is I mad? Does I sound nonsensical?")

It's the second night in a row where I've found myself in tears over something. In addition to being exhausted, I find myself stressed. Although the former may be the cause of the latter or vice versa, I do have to point out one critical factor which may be in the mix. 1) I AM A COLLEGE GRADUATE.

I do not have a job. I am shy.

But you have good connections.

I hate approaching people, even people I know.

Other things to add to the mix:

2) I need to figure out what is going on with my spiritual life.

3) My grandfather is living the last days/months of his life on this earth. I know that he is going to a better place, but it is still depressing. My family is comprised of fairly quiet, shy, and sensitive folk. They argue under stress; they cry easily. Not a good combination, especially when you're stressed to begin with for reasons aforementioned.

4) People send me stupid requests for things which have no meaning and really no importance. Yet they insist. I'll give you a hint. Ask and then leave me be. I will get to it when I have time or I will say no. Either way, do not press me. It will only proceed to tick me off/anger me and thus ignore you or your request/change my mind in the negative. You will not be pleased, I will not care, and the earth will continue to revolve. (I will probably spend more time in Purgatory.)

I am venting. Please forgive me and pray for my well-being. It is almost Christmas and I am in need of cheer. (I should also go to bed and spare you all from rants that are a result of exhaustion.)

This Is What I Call An Achievement

John Paul II has been declared venerable!

http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/news/john_paul_ii_declared_venerable_moves_one_step_closer_to_sainthood/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+catholicnewsagency/dailynews+(CNA+Daily+News)

Kipper

Kipper
Originally uploaded by andrea.lynch88

A picture I am sharing (cont'd from previous blog post)...

Outside my window ... A black road winding between two rows of clean cut suburban homes. All is lit by moonlight and street lamps.

I am thinking … that tomorrow will be a fun and busy day as we prepare the house for Christmas. We will also be visiting our favorite bakery. In honor of my graduation, my mother is throwing a Christmas caroling/dessert party.

I am thankful for …family reunions, even small ones which consist of all the kids being home for the holidays.

I am reading … Peggy Noonan's, What I Saw At the Revolution.

I am hoping … and praying for my Grandpa's health and (if it be God's will) his recovery.

On my mind …Tomorrow's festivities.

Noticing that … my room is becoming cluttered again due to the arrival of belongings I have collected over my past 3.5 years at school.

A few plans for the week … Christmas decorating, visit to Canterbury Gardens, and Christmas cooking.

From the kitchen …Chocolate. We have a tin of peppermint bark in our cupboard. My sister also received a TON of chocolate from her Kris Kringle at TAC. She came home tonight on the train and brought it with her. It sits in our cupboard with the peppermint bark.

Around the house … As a media major, I enjoy movies and watched many at school. I convinced my mother to sign up for Netflix (which I actually ended up doing for her). Since I got home, we watch a movie a day.

One of my favorite things … home cooked meals. Nuff said.

A picture I am sharing …

*Note: Until I figure out what I am doing with regards to this option, I believe I will leave it blank and put it in a separate post.

I've Done It

Let's see now... the last time I blogged was... you know, I really don't remember. That's the bad news. I always promise that I will post more often, break my promise, and then make the promise once more. I hope this is the last time due to my good news. As of December 12th, 2009, I am in proud possession of my B.S. Degree in Communications Media! Which means... I promise I shall blog more and I am going to try (not guarantee) to post every day. I don't know what I will post, but it is my goal to find something. If I can't find something, I must have a pretty boring and meaningless life. If I can't find something, I need to get my act together. It means I need to get a life!

I'm going to start tonight. I'm not going to start with this post, because for the most part, it is a fairly meaningless post. It is only a bone with a shred of meat. (I will leave it up to you to decide which part of this post is most interesting.)

Three More Days!

In three more days, school will be over... FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!! I can't express how exciting I am about this prospect!

Yet, at the same time, it's all rather bittersweet. This is for two simple reasons:

1) Tomorrow is my last day and before that day begins, I need to finish putting together my business plan, demo reel, and trailer. Ah, woe is me! But I know that somehow, before Friday, it will all be over and I'll be done.

2) You have no idea of how much it saddens me to be leaving all my friends. I have so many good memories of JP Catholic and the people here. I love everyone so much.

You have to understand that JP Catholic is like a family. The school is so small (there's about 120 students) and I know EVERY SINGLE ONE. And for the most part, I consider them all my close friends (even the strange artsy ones).

The good news is, I'll be living at home for another year or so before entering a religious order (so excited about this), and therefore, hope to visit the school frequently. We'll see whether or not this actually happens, but that is the plan for the time being.

So, you see (hopefully), my reasoning for being happy and sad at the same time. I'm still debating whether or not I should wear mascara on Saturday for fear that it may all end up running down my face in long black streaks.