Aaaargh!

I got my hair cut yesterday back to a pixie (which I am LOVING, even if it does make me look like a boy when I'm in my pajamas). I'm actually really excited to have my short hair back.

Shocker of the week: I sent a picture of it to my mom, who normally hates pixie cuts, and she said that she liked it! My work here is done.

I just got paid, and the store opened 45 minutes ago. I am thinking of trekking a block and a half on ice to go get some veggies so that I can make some stir fry. My roommate has been begging me to make some all semester, and I am really down for random morning cooking.

I am also going to go get a heating pad because (insert despair here) mine died last week whilst I was visiting the lovely Laura (check out her blog on my sidebar, because she's amazing. And also needs to update more. Then again, so do I).

Is today the day that I finally start vlogging? Glory be, it just might! I'm thinking of doing a November Favorites vlog, a nice easy start that will get me in the swing of things. And then I might do a couple of tags, even though I haven't been tagged in any of them.

My makeup is all done up, I'm going to try a hat on my gorgeous hair to make it more feminine, and I am going to be wearing either my favorite silver hoops (they look like sailor's rope) or my favorite pair of earrings ever, my anchor ones.

It's been decided. Anchor earrings, coin necklace, I'm dressing like a pirate today.

-m

Cross It Off The List

I managed a nearly perfect smokey eye -- using a completely different palette! No grays and blacks for me, it's all about golds and browns. My mother would be so pleased with those colors. She's got a thing for warm earthy tones.

Five Things I Want To Do Today

1. Go get my hair cut (pixie time again!).

2. Finish my application for a new full-time job.

3. Write an essay.

4. Clean the dishes/kitchen.

5. Perfect the smokey-eye look. I'm close, so close....

It's 6 AM And The Laundry Is Done

Well, other than being put away. Because waking a roommate up to put your undies away is rude, people, it is just rude. Seriously. I now await patiently for my roommate to wake up, or for it to get light enough outside to where I can navigate around our room without waking her up. Whichever comes first. *casual shrug*

I took a bubble bath which turned into a shower and neither of them turned out to be very long and now I am ravenous and want both spaghetti and veggies and dip. So I think that I'll have both. Yes? Yes.

Now for the real dilemma: do I watch Netflix, a movie, or continue watching beauty vlogs on YouTube?

-m

It's 3 AM And I'm Bored

I slept all day today, so naturally I can't sleep during the night. That's okay, though, because it means I get to be productive. So far I've washed all my clothes (including bedclothes) and I'm just waiting for them to dry (which is the WORST part of the laundry experience in this apartment complex).

I'm messing around on my YouTube channel while I'm waiting, listening to Daughtry because I miss my brother, and trying to think of awesome ways to  start vlogging in order to keep from bouncing around in excitement about my new Thanksgiving plans.

Initially, I was going to spend Thanksgiving here by myself (I was SO looking forward to it, making a fort and everything). I've even got everything I need to make my Thanksgiving dinner in the fridge/pantry. Laura called yesterday, though, and said she had enough money to bring me down to her house for Thanksgiving and that she wanted me to come down. I wasn't sure at first, but now I am. I most certainly want to go down for Thanksgiving. We leave tomorrow (tomorrow!) and I am SO NERVOUS I CAN HARDLY CONTAIN MYSELF.

In other news, my doctor believes that I am on the spectrum of Bipolar Disorder, and I'm finishing up my testing for ADD. I'm going to try to see my doctor today, and I will definitely see my therapist today, and overall I'm just hoping that today is going to be a good day.

-m

I'm Not Able To Function Today

I took a shower, panicked all the way through it, panicked all the way through eating lunch (popcorn), and was unable to go to the class that I didn't sleep through. I feel completely overwhelmed and panicked and I might have triggered my disordered eating back into play (although that might also be the looming threat of clean checks tonight. I have a lot of looming threats and they scare me).

I have piles of housework and work-work and homework staring me in the face and I can't function. I'm surprised I'm at the level of writing this post, to be honest, but I think I'm trying to release some of the tension and break the day down into more manageable levels.

I went to the doctor a couple days ago and he increased my Prozac, gave me some birth control (hallelujah!), and then suggested that I get tested for ADD. Lovely. I'll be doing that on Monday.

-m

An Open Letter To My Grammar Professor

Dear Professor,

I DON'T CARE WHY YOU WANT TO TEACH. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT TO TEACH. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR SELF-CONGRATULATED SPEECHES TO US. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR FAMILY, I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU SAYING THINGS IN FIVE SUPERFLUOUS WAYS.

I DO, HOWEVER, CARE ABOUT GRAMMAR, WHICH SEEMS TO BE THE LAST THING THAT YOU WANT US TO UNDERSTAND IN THIS CLASS.

PLEASE STOP WASTING OUR TIME AND THEN COMPLAINING ABOUT US NOT ATTENDING CLASS.

Sincerely,

A Regular Absentee Who Cannot Stand You As A  Person

Remember A Long Time Ago When I Decided to Vlog?

Yeah, well, it didn't really pan out then. I wanted to start "Booktubing" this summer, but with all the  surgeries and getting my driver's license and stuff it didn't really pan out.

I've been thinking about trying my hand at it again. It probably won't have a theme -- just whatever I'm feeling like doing, whether it be books (most likely), or things I've bought, or top ten lists, or something like that. Maybe eventually it'll pan out.

I really want to get started on that now because I have found vloggig Nirvana -- my bedroom has the perfect lighting during the day to make me looking like a book goddess. It's now or never, folks! I'll be sure to update you here on if it actually works or not, and provide you with links.

Any topics that you would like me to do? (aka, PLEASE TELL ME THINGS TO VLOG ABOUT I AM SO BAD ABOUT THIS)

--m

My Blog Says I've Been A Blogger Since 2008 -- How Many Years Is That, Again?

That's five years. I just counted.

It's really kind of surreal to think about. Just yesterday I was starting my first blog, a high-schooler, making sure that every one of my blog posts was a song title. Now I'm in college, my blog has gone through a couple different incarnations, and what have I learned from it?

Not much, to be honest. Other than that I love blogging. I love sharing myself on here, and hoping and praying that someone is reading and that they smile a little because I've blogged. I hope that I make you happy, readers. But if I don't, oh well. That's the lovely thing about it.

I love you dearly, readers. Here's to five more years typing it all out! Maybe I'll get a sense of regularity in the coming years. Eh...and maybe not.

--m

Supernatural

I just finished season 8 of SUPERNATURAL.

NOW ON TO SEASON 9 LET'S DO THIS.

-m

Thunderstorms

It has been thunderstorming all day, and it's been really nice.

Also, I got through the rest of season two of ONCE UPON A TIME. I need more. Right now. Pronto.

-m

Catharsis

Writing the first blog post of the day is really hard (mostly because you expect today's to be phenomenal and amazing and so much better than yesterday's this has to be the best written post in the world or you cannot post it not true just press the post button).

Afterwards, though, you just want to keep posting. Pressing that button and having it published on your blog is really cathartic. It's getting all of these ideas and emotions out there in a medium that I am the most comfortable in. It's a great release. Your blog and your readers (however few they may be) end up feeling like one of your best friends.

-m

Walking Is Not As Easy As Babies Make It Look

I mean, I think that the title says it all. Babies make it look all fun and adventurous and bouncy, and no one gets frustrated with a baby not being able to walk. Not even them (or if they do, then they don't remember it so it's like it never happened. Do babies even know what frustration feels like?).

Yesterday I got cleared to put full weight on my knee, which means "TOSS THOSE CRUTCHES OUT, SUCKAS, YOU BE WALKIN' NOW." This is a paraphrase of what my doctor told me.

Now, I am beyond excited to walk. I've been moaning and pining for the day where I didn't have to lug Galileo and Magellan (my crutches) around and be able to walk and do things and be active, because as fun as couch-potatoing it sounds in theory, after a few days it really sucks. Not even STAR TREK: TNG can make it un-suck. It just makes it a little less suckier.

Here's the thing about walking, though: you do it without even thinking about it. This is not a royal "you," a general entity that I consider myself a part of even though I used the pronoun "you." I am not included in this. Reader, if you can walk, then YOU are the "you" that I am referring to.

Get up and walk around the room real quick. Just a couple seconds. Go on.

See? You don't really have to think about it. You tell your brain "I want to walk in circles around the room" and suddenly you're doing it. It's not quite that easy for someone who has not been able to walk for a month or so. Believe it or not, you can actually forget how to walk, and so trying to walk is an awkward "wait, where does this go, do I move this now, how do I bend this, is this a weird angle to bend, is it heel first and then toe or toe first and then heel?"

Needless to say, this makes walking very slow and even more tiresome.

Maybe I can get a baby to tutor me.

-m

Night Vale And Hot Chocolate

Question:
Why is it that the only time I have hot chocolate, it's two cups in August?

I've been listening to a new podcast that has blown up on the internet. May I recommend to you, dear readers, WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE. Go look it up on YouTube. I have no links for you today (I know, I know, bad blogger). It's the weirdest thing in the most charming way, and it goes from quirky fun to inspirational thought in a split second. Oh, yeah, Cecil. You keep talking 'bout that third eye of yours.

I Might Be Psychic

A great deal of you know that every few weeks, I have really vivid dreams. Now, lately these dreams have been mostly nightmares that have terrified me to the point of panic -- I tend to die very painful deaths in them (that's right, folks. I actually die. And it REALLY hurts).

Now, I recently had another bout of vivid dreams (actually, I'm still having them), and it's turning out to be...well, interesting. They aren't nightmares (thank goodness), but they've just gotten a little odd.

Have two examples:

1. I have a friend. He appeared in my dream one night, and during the dream he pointed out some Star Wars Olympics that were going on. Don't ask me what the Star Wars Olympics are, I don't know, all I remember is a Yoda-like creature on a pretty-dang-close-to-vertical obstacle course. That's beside the point. The point, dear readers, is that when I woke up, I immediately texted him, and he had been playing KOTOR 2 (for those of you unfamiliar with Star Wars video games, KOTOR 2 is an Xbox game, and it stands for Knights of the Old Republic. I'm a fan of the first one, and of that segment of Star Wars history in general. I like it much better than the post-Empirical New Jedi Order era).

2. That dream up above wouldn't really mean anything if this next one hadn't happened. Let me give you a brief character list.

Characters:
Me - a girl/woman/female entity. I need a little less introduction than these others.
BOY 1 - a boy with who I went on a second date with.
BOY 2 - another boy from the Singles Branch who I find very attractive and witty and smart, and who I had a huge crush on last summer.

 Settings:
DREAM - the dream that I had the night before the second date with BOY 1.
DATE - Joseph-Beth Booksellers, the best bookstore/duck pond around. It's like Heaven on Earth. I could live there for forever.

And now, the psychic event.

DREAM:
In my dream, I am supposed to be going on a date with BOY 1, but I don't want to. It's not because I don't like the guy, I do, he's nice, but I'm in love with BOY 2 and he's in love with me, too, and the dream consists of us trying to hide from BOY 2 and expressing our feelings and trying to kiss. That was it, that was the dream.

DATE:
So BOY 1 and I are on our date, we've fed the ducks, we're browsing books. Out of nowhere I hear someone calling my name, and I look over to see BOY 2 coming up to us. He was browsing, hanging around to listen to one of the outside musical appearances of a (I presume) local musician. He suggested we go see them. We did.

Now, a few things of note:
1. He called my name, not the name of BOY 1 that he's known for longer.
2. During 98.2% of the conversation, eye contact and conversation was directed towards me, not BOY 1. 

Conclusion:
Based on the contents of these dreams and the events on the days directly after, I have no choice but to assume that I am, in fact, psychic. Feel free to come and get a reading, prices will be determined upon request. Payment plans are available.

-m