I've realized that I'm terrible at blogging. I guess I just feel like no one wants to hear about the mundane details of my life. Also, when I write something, I tend to go into academic-mode, and writing something recreationally that will be read publicly seems odd to me. Regardless, I'm going to blog today. Why? Because I had a great weekend.
This weekend didn't start out so awesomely, however. I began my trip to Huntsville by getting lost in downtown Dallas during rush hour and ended it by riding to Huntsville in the dark from College Station. To make a very long, stressful string of events short, the trip took 7 hours, when it should have taken about 3 and a half. Oh, well. I was happy to make it in one piece. Heaven only knows how dramatic my driving adventures can be.
Blake and I spent most of Saturday in the library, like complete nerds. He wrote papers and composed, like a responsible student. I ran around collecting books on sweatshops, feminism, and the sexual roles of Asian women. While he wrote, I sat at the table with a pile of books in front of me and told him random, upbeat statistics, such as that women working for Lucky jeans can't go to the bathroom, even though they work 14-hour work days. Or, that in Vietnam during the war, women were hired by the military to have sex with between 40 and 50 American soldiers a day, and when the program was shut down, 90% of those women tested positive for STDs. I tend to be a ray of sunshine when it comes to social injustice, I know.
Saturday night, we went to see Rent, the musical, with some of his friends. The production was quite good, although sitting next to my boyfriend during a scene of stripping and pole dancing has never been especially high on my list of things to do. The choreography and staging, however, was very impressive, and I had a lot of fun with his friends, whom I adore.
I've really been realising lately how incredibly blessed I am. I get up every morning of my own accord. I have a boyfriend who loves me and tells me I'm beautiful. I live a life in which I can have dreams and visions, and I serve the most wonderful God in the world. And did you know that realizing can be spelled realizing or realising?
- Katy