Random Thoughts of Late

For starters, "New Grass" by Talk Talk is an amazing song. If you want to feel completely relaxed, I would highly recommend it.

I have been unusually content lately. I feel like I notice these changes as I'm driving alone. It usually hits me when I'm in awe of the area I'm driving through. I was passing under the Natchez Trace Bridge in the mid afternoon the other day when I realized my recent contentment. There was a hazy glow surrounding the trees beneath the bridge and it just hit me. Wow. I have nothing to be complaining about. Sure, I am fed up with the fact that I have been ill all summer and nothing has occurred as planned, but still, I am so content. When you are surrounded by such a moment of awe, how could you ever complain? I guess I can say that I'm realizing how thankful I am for what I have.

Life is so spontaneous, sporadic. Without its spontaneity it wouldn't be as interesting. This is becoming so evident in my life. I think this is something that I've been figuring out since I came to college. I used to be so quiet and still when others were jumping at any opportunity that was thrown their way. It's funny to look back at little quiet Liz in high school. I felt so unnoticed. This is mainly because I was unnoticed. I was just so shy and without any sort of opinion about anything. I just wanted to pass each day quietly. Coming to college I just kind of said, "Screw that," and have finally, I think, come more into my own. I think people think too often of how others perceive them. I mean, I'm definitely guilty, but I think we need to learn to break that barrier. Walk outside. Scream at the top of your lungs. Yes, people will look at you like you're crazy, but why should that matter? I do things like this more often I feel. I know that some people think I'm weird, but I can finally admit that that really doesn't bother me. Being weird to me is being spontaneous, which I will state again makes life more interesting... I mean, why not. Besides, running around like crazy or yelling at the top of your lungs is quite invigorating.

I was sitting on the patio behind my house today and a butterfly landed on my hand. It was actually pretty cool. I would move and it would fly away, but then it would keep coming back. It did this consistently for about 10 minutes. As weird as it may sound, it made me oddly happy. It was like I had tamed a wild butterfly. I named it Carl.

Geeze, I think being awake since the wee hours of the morning has really put weird thoughts into my head. I'll probably read this later and it won't make any sense. Oh well. These are just random thoughts I've had lately. Sigur Ros is beckoning me to the deep abyss of sleep.