2011

Well, it's that time again, I suppose.

I didn't really come up with a New Year's Resolution this year. I mean, it's getting incredibly difficult. The only thing I ever want to do is lose weight, and that's what I do during Lent. Over 40 days, I eat next to nothing. I figure Jesus did it in a desert, surely I can do it in the comfort of my apartment.

So I know what to do for Lent. The only difference this year is that I have to be sneaky about it, because the significant other will be all, you know, "eat or else".

I'm going to get back into writing, and possibly drawing more. No sense in my college education going completely to waste.

This next year is going to be a lot of changes for me. Namely, I'm getting married in the summer, going back to school because I love having a huge student loan, and Joseph and I need to start making our own traditions, for when children start appearing.

I say appearing because it's kind of wishful thinking. I am really torn about the whole pregnancy thing. I mean, it doesn't look too horrible, but my fears of weight gain/ stretch marks/ pain are all things I'm going to have to overcome. But not right now. Let's move on before I have a panic attack. =D

So. My goals for the New Years. I'm really quite involved with the church nowadays, so it's going to be a challenge to meet and make friends of my own age. I miss people. Who knew growing up was so... lonely? Not what I expected, to be sure.

I think part of it is the fact that I'm Christian. Jesus wasn't kidding about nobody would want anything to do with you. At least He warns you.

So, new friends. Back to writing and drawing. I'll try to come back to blogging more often, because I've missed this place. Usual weight loss thing... (I lost a few pounds over Christmas! =D And I was eating SO MUCH cheesecake!)

I want to start purchasing dresspants, and more covering shirts. Clothes are too whorish. Whenever I see girls wearing next to nothing, I feel like I'm equally undressed. It's strange. Cover up, girls. That's what ladies do.

I'll need more Hijabi materials. (My mother got me the most lovely scarf for Christmas, plus a leatherbound KJV Bible. If you knew my mother, you would know how significant this is)

I'm glad to be back, guys. =D

Church, Hijab, and Stuff

I started working at my church as a secretary quite recently, and it seems to be going well so far. I set up a display for Advent (which is during this month). I'm enjoying the work, and it's been nice- I feel almost like I'm back in my home town, you know, what with me spending most of my time in the church now.

I also need to start doing my pre- wedding workout. I hate exercising... I wish I had a workout partner. I'm aiming for a flatter stomach (aren't we all?), a thinner waistline (half an inch to go!) and if anybody has the secret to getting my hips to be about an inch wider/ thicker/ whatever, I would love to hear it. I never thought I'd have to gain in order to fit in a tiny American size zero. But there you are.

A while ago, my friend Cheryl mailed me a few of her Hijab scarves. It took a lot of trial runs, but I've mastered the pins (be careful, ladies!) and the Hijab is starting to look tidy. I was having this problem that the scarves were loose, and it would slide around on my head, exposing hair and neck. That's not cool.

During these trials, I've learned something interesting about myself. Apparently, I have a freakishly long neck. It seems like no matter what I do, some part of my neck is insisting on showing. Most of my shirts have high necklines, it just seems that there's not enough scarf to hide my swan/ giraffe neck. I know no Muslims read this, but if one happens to stumble along, could you share any tips you might have? It's so embarrassing to keep having my neck exposed.

I think though that I may have learned the secret behind keeping the scarves in place, so, hurrah!

I've also learned this week, where I also teach Sunday school, that I am required to attend the Parish Life Committee Meetings. I've attended once before, and let me tell you, it's an uncomfortable experience. There's bitter words exchanged sometimes, but the worst part is the tediousness of it.

It starts like this. "I vote to call the meeting to order?" Fr. Jon or Ken seem to ask this. Actually, Ken is the note taker. Anyway, they vote. I imagine you might know where this meeting goes from there. They have to vote on everything. Vote to move to the next subject, vote to take it to Vestry, they even vote on ending the meeting. They voted once on me being allowed to leave the meeting early.

I've seen these meetings before, at my old church in St George. I don't remember them quite like that, but then again, it's been a while since I've been this actively involved in the church.

Anyway, I'm enjoying it. I also seem to be losing an insane amount of pins in my Hijab. Nothing can hide my neck!

I am Pinhead.

Have a nice evening, folks.