Coffee and Nails

It's the little things. 
Yesterday one of my friends popped up at my dorm with a large coffee she had bought for me then gave me a hand massage and did my nails. 
What?! 
It literally made my day. Just little actions that prove that I crossed somebody's mind and they think I'm worth spending their time and efforts on absolutely rock my world and blow my mind, to be cliche.

sunny sunflower

"Learn from the way the wildflowers grow."

I still need to get it colored in but I am absolutely in love.

God bless :)

Murp&Fail

There is so so much strength in admitting weakness. 
{it's about to get real personal up in here!}
This morning was my first day back on campus after fall break so I should be pretty relaxed, right? Last night I had a huge spike of anxiety as soon as the car made the turn up the hill work, stress, books, people, drama, stubble bus, go team fail go! murp. Que some despairing comment from me and a sassy rebuttal about how I am so lucky to even go to college. How comforting. 
I have a destressing routine of power walking around campus with earbuds in, music blasted. I absolutely love it. So I stormed around for awhile, met up with Melissa, ate, and of course ran into a whole onslaught of stress-causing people. *eye twitch*
Back to the room and Molly and I share our thoughts on the stupidity of this and that Franny mentality (she went to DC and apparently the girls fall in to 'incapable-damsel-in-distress' mode when taken out of The Bubble) and then went to bed. Well, she went to bed. I cannot for the life of me fall asleep when I need to. So, awake I lay, trying not to lay on my fresh shoulder tattoo and lamenting the fact that I'm not already asleep.
7am rolls around. Molly wakes me up to go to a holy hour with her. I half awake mumble my excuses and fall back asleep. 8am comes and I shut off my alarm. I have an 9am and 10am on Mondays (along with a 12,1 and 4) and I skipped them both. As I laid there, I was over come with an irrational yet crushing inability to wake up and drag myself out of bed. I didn't want to be awake -- I wanted only to slip away to unconsciousness. I didn't want to deal with class, with the people I'd run in to from here to class or even Molly seeing my tattoo and lecturing me about how I'm failing at life. 

***

I 've admitted to myself that I need help. When I can't get myself out of bed, can't keep myself from pulling out my hair, picking at my skin and can't get myself to sit down with my huge pile of work without having a huge anxiety attack, I know something's wrong. 
I like to be self sufficient. I like to deal with myself by myself. But I can't. I will never learn the things I want to, do anything with my life, or even just be of help to others until I get myself at a stable place. 
Seeking out help is rarely in weakness. It's such a strength to admit your abilities and the need for somebody else's.

AUTMNAL

Friday before I left for home Melissa & I killed time behind my dorm.

I love me some denim shirts. 

hair!

The creativity of this post is astounding.

#Ilovefall

 I am incredibly behind on o so many things because all I want to is better my writing skills, drink coffee and listen to music. go, me, go.

:D

with love,

Liz

pitt&handmaids

Molly's intentship and a spur of the moment Pittsburgh trip made yesterday really pretty wonderful.
Rocco and I went to the Steubenville cemetery, most specifically the veterans' graves. Why? I don't know. Cemeteries are beautiful. Problem is that I started crying. {uugghhh} I hate people seeing me cry. But I just started thinking about my grandpa, and cry I did. 

Richard Knab :)
He was amazing. My grandma, too.

look at them :)

Anyway, so Rocco and I were driving back towards campus but when we reached the highway split for Steubenville or Pittsburgh, we took the Pittsburgh exit. As we drove we played music and I freaked out over the amazing sky. Pretty usual for us. Pretty awesome. 

Our aim was a coffee shop in Shady Side called Coffee Tree Roasters. It's a dual level coffee shop with lots of room, good music, brilliant atmosphere and -- of course -- great coffee and pastry. Before we went here, however, we stopped in the Pittsburgh cathedral and it was actually breath-taking. We walked (I love the sound of footsteps on echoing against stone walls), admired, prayed for a good 20mins and then made our way to the coffee shop and then headed back home to campus.

Once on campus I helped my lovely little roommate intent to Handmaids of the Lord household. She was so so happy and I immensely happy for her. 

with love,

Liz

scarves & Photo Booth

I love autumn -- muted colors, scarves, golden and firey leaves littering the ground. Perfection. I studied in the gazebo next to my dorm yesterday because it was so beautiful.

Today, the time has come -- it's scarf season! 

Comfy sweater, not too tight jeans, tan belt and Turkish scarf, that's how we do :P

I'm drinking Honey & Chamomile tea and working on my short story in dorm room with muted lighting. It is o so perfect.

have a wonderful day!

with love, 

Liz

Oceans of Ink

"Sure Lord, there is enough in Thee to dry/Oceans of ink;"

With a short story, writing exercises and part of a research paper due this week, I've been writing, writing, writing my butt off. It really is a love/hate relationship. Writing is o so hard but o so rewarding.

 I can write of Him through my story of alcoholics and pain. He always shines through.

I cannot wait to perfect my writing skills and glorify Him all the more. 

On a side note, autumnal weather is finally here and it feels o so fine!

with love,

Liz