Dean's List, Myrtle Beach, and Other Ramblings

Rambling ahead. Don't hold it against me.

This post is long overdue, but it is finally my winter break. I can exhale now.

*exhales*

I remember typing my posting before this one and how I was slightly stressed about finals, final portfolios, final papers, and all that comes with the life of an English major, Creative Writing minor. Those endless sleepless nights, AKA all-nighters, paid off because I made the Dean's List this semester with a 3.75 (Oh yeah!) and I am quite proud of myself for my hard work, slight bitching and moaning  about anal professors, and delving into my fiction while pushing my poetry to the side. Since I'm on break, I can focus on both my fiction and my poetry, mainly poetry, and then switch again for next semester.

Christmas has come and gone, and I miss it already. To say I love Christmas may be an understatement. For me, it's not about the gifts (though I love giving them more than receiving them) but about the positive energy and the lights, the decorations and the overall festiveness that is tied with it. To adorn the tree with colorful round ornaments, handmade ornaments, ornaments that have sentimental values, tons of garland and ribbon and candy canes makes me smile and brings forth my inner child as I see the magic tied to the holiday. I'm not a religious person so I don't focus on what some call the "Reason for the Season" aspect of it, though I recognize Jesus, but for me, it's about happiness and love. I love it. As far as gifts are concerned, I received two pairs of earrings, Mickey Mouse curtains, pillow, and fleece blanket (What can I say other than I love Mickey & Minnie?), rainboots, money, an engraved silver jewelry box with the Yin & Yang symbol, an awesome and very cute large overnight bag (Purple, at that!), and makeup. My best friend bought me the last three items, and I must say that the jewelry box is my favorite. I adore her.

The family and I went to Myrtle Beach on Saturday, December 18th and returned home on Thursday, December 23rd. It was a fun trip and though it was cold, I saw the ocean and stood on the beach for the first time in my life. Yes, I'm twenty-one. Yes, I know I'm late. I enjoyed every freezing minute of it and standing at the shoreline to look out at the gray skies and blending horizon is so inspiring that I honestly don't know how to describe it other than breathtaking. I could spend hours just sitting on the balcony of my tenth floor hotel room and staring at the scenery around me. I'd planned on writing a lot while I was there, but that didn't happen, so I guess the material will come when it is ready.