All Things Pass. Including the Awkwardness of A First Post.

"Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not." - George Bernard Shaw

Song of the day: 'For the Widows In Paradise, For the Fatherless In Ypsilanti' - Sufjan Stevens

Just as Cat Stevens told us 'The First Cut is the Deepest", the first blog post is the most awkward. And yet here we are. I'm not sure why. I suppose while facebook has its social perks, the satisfaction that comes with publishing a note comes nowhere near to the euphoria of publishing a blog post. It's like writing in a diary but with the intention of having someone read it. And I suppose, if you think about it hard enough, it all makes sense. 

And by that I mean no sense at all.

Perhaps I should elaborate on my life as of this fine December day, so that when I look back months, maybe even years from now, I can laugh at myself. Or maybe even with myself, depending on how much I've changed. 

As of this past Monday, I am finished with 1/8 of my standard collegiate education at Michigan State University. It feels like only yesterday that I was moving into my dorm, the excitement of living on my own elevating with every dumb decision I made. But the excitement slowly faded as I spent hour after hour in my room, writing papers, reading novels, and hiding from daylight. The RCAH (Residential College in the Arts and Humanities) wasn't really what I had in mind as a major, but I decided to see it through. The mere idea of being the first graduating class of a brand new Residential College was enough to keep me dedicated.

And now here I am, finished with my first semester. The RCAH has grown on me, but I'm not sure if it's the actual program or the opportunities it brings. To be quite honest, I think my decision to not major in music or theatre is slowly killing me. Every show and concert I see leaves me desperate for a moment in the spotlight, or at least a moment to throw my arms open and sing at the top of my lungs. It is becoming clearer every day that a life without performance is not a life I can stand to live for much longer. 

On the bright side, hopefully this time next year, I will be preparing myself for a semester of studying in Ireland. I can't wait to get out of this country and have the opportunity to see the world through a culture that has meant so much to me over the past eighteen years of my life. And hopefully, that Study Abroad program will only be a warm-up for a semester on my own in Cork, where I can study my passion as of late, Irish music. 

But until then, I'm desperately looking forward to our extended Spring Break trip to England. Under three months and counting. I'd give you the exact day count, but I unfortunately left my paper chain countdown back in the dorm. 

There, that wasn't so bad. The awkwardness has passed. I know that there is a lot more to say, but nothing appropriate for a first post. Besides, I wouldn't want to taint my thoughts with the awkwardness. So expect more in the near future. Perhaps by tomorrow afternoon, I'll actually have something to write about. Perhaps sleeping in until noon? Building excitement for my first trip to Florida? Or maybe just the overwhelmingly wonderful sensation of a fresh pedicure? What adventures lie in store for this once fourth-grade nothing?

Tune in later to find out. Until then, I bid you all a good evening.