Resolutions

I've got three major resolutions this year:

1. Be happy.
2. Enjoy my life (or, stop waiting for the future to come and love the present).
3. Reach my goal weight of 125 lbs. (120 wouldn't be too bad, either.)

Resolution #1 is a primary reason for me starting this new blog. I made a resolution when I started it that it wouldn't be bogged down by my pessimistic rants. Instead, I wanted to use this as a tool to brighten my outlook on life. And so, even when bad things happen, this blog is here to help me find a twist of humor, to look on the bright side, and squirt some lemonade in someone's eye.

Sunny side up, everyone!

Bring it, 2012! I'm going to enjoy this year!

Hugo

Tomorrow I'm going to see Hugo!

I had the choice to see a variety of movies (including Sherlock Holmes 2, but I'm not that big of a fan. Not after BBC's Sherlock). And I'm a huge fan of Asa Butterfield. And Ben Kingsley . And this magical story in general. I should read the book after this.

Sick

Today I am sick. So what do I do? I draw all day. And fold laundry. But mostly draw.

Compulsion

Can someone be OCD about...not sleeping?

Seriously, I come home and expect to be a big sleeper. But I'm not. I don't know if it's the time difference (home is two hours ahead of college) or if it was the streak of all-nighters I pulled during finals week, but I can't justify myself going to bed before at least 3 or 4 AM.

That's late, folks.

I know I promised Fitz some quality time, but there has to be a reasonable balance. Right?

To all you Fitz-lovers out there: stop encouraging the dang bird, and give me tips on how to get to sleep instead!

Ruby Slippers

There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.

My New (Metaphoric) Crack

Can you believe that I'd never heard Les Miserables before?

A travesty, right?

While procrastinating homework on Saturday I came upon someone who had uploaded the 25th Anniversary Concert of Les Miserables (yeah, the one with Nick Jonas) onto YouTube. Curious, I listened.

I'm addicted. Les Miserables is my new crack. You know, metaphorically.

In Which Fitz Has Reigned Victorious

Last night I tried to go to bed at 2am. I couldn't fall asleep. I tossed. I turned. All I got was this pecking on my head when Fitz said "You've only averaged three hours of sleep each night this week. You can't break your streak now! Don't be a quitter!"

And so two hours later he finally left me alone to sleep.

Mothers

When I'm away from home for too long, my mother doesn't seem to be a tangible being anymore.

More like a figment of my imagination.

And then she calls and becomes the voice in my head.

Internet Tom-Foolery

I feel like for every sentence I write of my essays, I end up spending at least ten minutes engaging in internet tom-foolery.

Maybe I should invest in a taskmaster. Or maybe just some initiative.

Ecological Criticism

Is it just a literary theory for tree-huggers?

Why isn't there a Vegan literary theory?

Stamina

My stamina...it's starting to lack.

So what's the plan?

Cook me some rice
          Listen to Pride&Prejudice while
                     Writing my essay.

I'm fairly excited for finals to be over.

Fitz is, too.

Snow!

Is not here.

But the cold is.

Brr.....

My Kind of Therapy

I really love moving furniture. That and vacuuming. It always warms me up and calms me down.

Now if only I could convince Fitz to dry the dishes for me.

Decisions, Decisions....

My choices:

1. English Lit. Major, Music Minor.

2. Same Major, Music Cluster, Creative Writing Cluster.

3. Same Major, Music Minor, Creative Writing classes.

I don't know how well these cluster things are going to transfer over to grad school (since, ya know, clusters are kinda unique to my current university).

Option 3 is starting to look really good.

Fitz says I should just keep remaking my 4-year plan. He's probably just saying this so that he can get me to stay up really late again.

Dear Fitz,

If you promise to let me sleep for the next 15 days, I promise to let you have at me during the break.

Deal?

Good.

Poor Fitz (Who is Consoled During Black Friday)

Fitz has been feeling a little left out. Being the night owl that he is, he hasn't been appreciating my attempts to go to sleep earlier.

Fortunately for Fitz, I participated in Black Friday for the first time this year. This means I was up by 11:00 pm on Thursday and didn't go to bed until 12:30 pm on Friday. With a tiny nap of insufficient quality while my friends and I were watching Thor.

Mall-shopping was like heaven for Fitz. I mean, there's owl stuff EVERYWHERE. Everywhere, I tell you; Everywhere, I say!

And now Fitz sits on my shoulder. He's snickering right now, because he knows he's completely messed up my sleeping schedule, and I can now pull all-nighters like nobody's business. Which is what I did tonight. Because I had homework. And the internet at the house I was staying at over Thanksgiving didn't really have internet. Hmm...maybe I can get this assignment done before it's due...

Fitz, quit poking me! If you want me to pay attention to you, then start helping me write my article!

Fitz has been consoled. Now he's just being annoying. It's a good thing I love the dang bird to pieces.

Frabjous the Ghost

We have a ghost. His name is Frabjous. He's the reason our clothes are always dirty, our dishes are always stacked up in the middle of the sink, and why we can never focus on homework.

This year, he's escalated into making weird noises and stealing tupperware. I kid you not.

Curse you, Aquascum! ...oh, er, I mean, curse you, Frabjous!

Earrings are Weird

Does it not weird you out that you can punch a hole in your ear? And then stick things through it! I shudder in revulsion!

And yet, I just got my ears repierced two-ish months ago.

Backstory: When I was eight, I got my ears pierced. Hooray! And I also took gymnastics. You see where this is going? Yeah, I thought so. We're warming up, galloping around, and I knock into a girl I swear is half my size (vertically, not horizontally, although she was also half my size that way, too), and...my ear rips. Yup, that's right. My dad rushes me to the hospital where my mom meets us (and refuses to read Josefina's name like "Hosafina") and...that's really all I remember. I honestly don't remember past the waiting room. Weird.

And so I still have the scar. And my repiercing is on my scar. It feels so weird.

Oh, the things we do to impress others (*ahem*MEN). And make ourselves look feminine when we get a super-short pixie cut on a roundish face.

It's a Vicious, Vicious Cycle (And the Introduction of Fitz the Owl)

I have a puzzling, perplexing predicament.

You see, I'm a night owl. To the max. There is absolutely nothing in me that likes to tolerate mornings. They're much too early.

But because I'm in school, and I have registered for classes that start relatively early for me (9:00 - it's a stretch making it there on time every day!), you'd think that I would have gotten over this quirk of mine, right?

Wrong.

I've pulled more all-nighters this semester than I did in my previous high school and college life combined.

See, the problem with me pulling an all-nighter is that the next day I sleep more in order for my body to catch up. I already have problems with sleeping too deep (I've slept through five alarms more than once), which means I don't get up for my morning class. So I pull another all-nighter in order to make sure I get to my class on time. Which means I'm still super tired, because I don't have any time during the day to take naps. And even when I do, if I take a nap, I can't fall asleep that night.

It's a vicious, vicious cycle.

So now I think I'll get some owl-eye goggles, color in the dark circles under my eyes, and make random "whoo" noises in class. And name myself Fitz.

Welcome, Fitz the Owl! OvO (<----psst, that's supposed to be an owl's face)

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