Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Thank You's

Dear God,

Thank you for Velveeta mac and cheese.

Thank you for the end of classes today. I know that I still have finals, but today is a momentous milestone.

Thank you for my 21st birthday, which, for my few but beloved readers, was November 20. It was most excellent.

Thank for today's celebratory outfit of comfy shirt, sweatpants, Christmas socks, and wickedly cool patterned underwear.

Thank you for finding new music. Though it may not have actually been recently released, it's still awesome and wonderful to find it.

And lastly, thank you for a new translation of the Mass. I'll admit, I wasn't too excited about it, but after having to really be aware of what I'm saying and praying, I'm thankful for the change. It's nice to have to wake up.


*Dear readers, if you're still there that is, sorry I don't ever write anything anymore. I wish I could say it's because I have no time. While there is some truth to that statement, it is also due in large part to big ol' helping of the lazies!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Fuddy Dud

I was reminded by a wonderful person and roommate that I hadn't blogged in awhile. Naturally, a story Megan told me the other day makes for perfect blog material. We'll skip the story and get straight to the point:

For the record, I'm not a stick in the mud!

I mean, I'll be the first to admit, I used to be one. Though, I wouldn't trade the things/events/people/situations/whatevers from my past that have apparently made some (if not a good majority of my graduating class) think that I'm a stick in the mud, uber goody two shoes.

Well, whether or not they'll ever read this, I don't think that I am one, anymore.

I frequently (probably more than I should...) use curse words. I drive way over the speed limit. I've had a few stereotypical college experiences (hey hey now, not that crazy...I am still kind of a goody two shoes). I shirk responsibilities. Also, I don't have everything together like everyone thinks or thought I would. I think and sometimes say mean things about people. I have a sense of humor and can laugh at the corniest of jokes to the raunchiest of them all. I have fun. I laugh. I break rules. I go to bed at awful hours. I'M NOT PERFECT, nor should I be the poster child for perfection.

For some reason, I was a little sad when Megan recounted the "...wait what? Ashley isn't a fuddy dud?" story. But then I thought, why am I sort of sad? Some of the things I've listed above may not make me a stick in the mud per se, but they certainly don't make me a better person.

So, then what? Who am I?

I guess I've discovered that I'm still in the process of trying to figure out who I am. Who I'm supposed to be. But then, isn't that sort of thing a process and experience that lasts your entire life? I don't know.

What I do know is that I'd rather be the person God wants me to be instead of the person that society thinks I should be (or, in light of the story, thought I was). Not that sticks in the mud are bad or aren't fun, but you know what I mean? I hope so, 'cause I can't explain it.

For now, I guess I'll be a way-less-than-perfect, rule breaking fuddy dud who loves Jesus.

Also, in preparation for my rapidly approaching 21st birthday, another friend of mine, lovely Sarah, created a Facebook event titled, "Ashley Siferd is finally LEGAL!" She really made me smile.

I guess if anything could tie it all together, it would be the discovery of a new song, just days before Megan told me her story. It's actually pretty legit and applicable to so many things. My favorite lines, so far:

So I pointed my fingers, and shout a few quotes I knew
As if something that's written should be taken as true

Yes! Though, for my particular story this evening, I would go a step further and apply the spoken word rather than the written word.

"When My Time Comes" by Dawes

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Predictability for the Win!

If nothing else, college students are for the most part predictable.

Take for example, this post. Predictably, when I should be studying for my exam tomorrow, I'm here writing this and listening to youtube videos of Mumford & Sons, The Civil Wars, Carolina Chocolate Drops, plus a hodge-podge of other artists/bands. Also, I repeatedly check Facebook like something is going to change. OH! A notification! Hooray!

Really, all I wanted to convey was that if I have learned anything from college and life so far, it is that a degree of predictability is good. At least for me it is. Last Friday my 9:05 discussion was canceled, and I had at least one week's worth of notice. So I presented myself with an idea...how about, let's not go to campus early for no reason. Because of the cancellation I would only have my 12:20 class.

Reason after reason to not go to campus early kept piling on, namely the fact that I hadn't had a chance to sleep in at all the last week.

So then I compiled a pro/con list of my idea. I knew Friday's forecast...and for college students, especially commuters, it spelled a mild form of doom. Not full blown doom, just a mild version. It wasn't really supposed to get above 40 AND it was supposed to rain all day. Add to the recipe for "awesome" that it was going to be Friday + our football team is doing awful this year (don't ask why that factors in, I don't even know) + hell, we're college students and we don't like to go to class on Fridays and you get...

The perfect storm.

So I set my alarm for way later than usual Friday morning. I got up, leisurely showered, and I ate biscuits and bacon while I watched the Golden Girls. (The fact that I ate a hot meal that didn't consist of poptarts is a feat in itself). Unlike most of my collegiate peers, I gleefully trotted off to the car and happily but carefully drove through the wet to school. And whaddaya know?

The parking lot I use on Fridays was only 1/3 full! If that! It's safe to say that I'm counting that spectacular moment as one of the greatest days of my life. So proud of being able to cook up that recipe.

Though I do know that pride cometh before the fall, so I will be sure to carefully consider this decision should the opportunity arise again.

I will say that as much as I do enjoy predictability, it certainly does get old and boring. Especially if whatever is predictable is not healthy, bad for you, not entertaining, etc. So don't let it fool you!

And now, if you'd like, you can watch/listen to some awesome.

"Captain" by Abigail Washburn and The Sparrow Quartet

"Corn and Beans" by Carolina Chocolate Drops

"Barton Hollow" by The Civil Wars

"Beneath the Piano" by Devil Makes Three

"Feel the Tide" by Mumford & Sons

Though I do love alphabetizing things, for the record, I did not alphabetize the videos on purpose. It honestly happened by accident, which is awesome.