Childhood, revisited.

     Yesterday I revisited my childhood by spending time in the neatest place in the whole world. I volunteered at Kaleidoscope with Alternative Breaks, and now I'm itching to create something. Kaleidoscope was a wonderland. The entire time I was dying to ditch all responsibility and create anything and everything I could come up with. As a little girl I adored using my creativity. I was crafty, I was imaginative, and I was full of energy and enthusiasm. The result of this was that my room and eventually my house was full of things I had created. Granted, none of them were particularly excellent quality... I didn't have a hidden talent for art, after all. But I loved it, and I still do. I only wish I had more time to be creative, but on my own time. I would hate being a design major... I would resent being told what to create, when to create it by, and then have it mercilessly judged and assigned a fairly arbitrary grade. No thank you. I'd rather be crafty and give it as gifts, or be crafty and make something useful, or just be uselessly crafty for kicks.
      Maybe one day I'll be a stay at home mom and have gobs of time to scrapbook and sew and quilt and knit and embroider and craft and whatever else my creative little spirit latches on to. The problem is, I'm horrible at finishing a project I begin. The fatal flaw. For now I'll stick to creating food. Useful, tasty, and generally necessary. I've got a project I've been mulling over for awhile for my mom's birthday, but I have yet to actually create it. I told my sister we should do it together. I've never actually done a project with another person, so we'll see how this goes. For now I'll settle with patching up a giant rip in my Guatemalan bag and then talk myself into doing some homework. We'll see.

Back to blogging? We'll see.

          After my birthday post I forgot about this blog as thoroughly as I have ever forgotten about anything. That's how it goes with things like this, especially considering I started it on a whim with no direction and no goal beyond self-reflection and directional procrastination.
          This semester has been a whirlwind of altruistic involvement. Dance Marathon happened on Saturday; I am still recovering, which meant skipping Chemistry this morning in order to get some more much-needed sleep. Or maybe it was because I was having a crazy dream about Harry Potter and just couldn't bear to see it end. That must be it.
          Yesterday Hailey and I finally got our Relay for Life team organized, handed out team member packets, and brainstormed some excellent fundraising ideas. What a relief to see that project off the ground and headed somewhere. If only I was as organized with my alternative breaks group as I am with Relay. I guess that's what I get for halfway being in charge of too many things at once... a scattered brain and a handful of things I've forgotten to do.
          I finally watched Julie and Julia, after which I feel the need to give this blog some direction. It might take the form of a blog that follows my first-time experience co-site leading an alternative breaks group and co-captaining a Relay for Life group. Boring for everyone except me. Hmm... we'll see. I guess this blog really isn't for anyone but myself anyway, so it really doesn't have to be interesting, except that if someone accidentally stumbles upon it they'll think "This chick is so dull. Who let her have her own blog?" Disclaimer: I'm not that boring. Scout's honor.