Tuesday, October 9, 2007

New Blog

Hey all, I have a new blog at http://lazytypea.wordpress.com/

I don't have any real posts yet because I only just did it. I'm trying to figure out how to move this blog over there. So, I don't know what to tell you. I hope you'll keep reading.

Fall Break

I'm on fall break right now. Today, Tuesday, is actually the last day. It makes me kinda sad. I know I haven't exactly accomplished anything. I should probably go back and explain Saturday:

I woke up at 10:30. I didn't get out of bed until around noon. Then around 1 I went to the grocery store. I was back at my apartment by 2. That was it. I laid down on the couch and that was it. Wait! I cooked a forzen pizza (fabulous! I was surprised) I sorta watched TV and some dvd M*A*S*H. Then I made spaghetti. I made the best damn spaghetti sauce of my life on Saturday. I've actually hidden it so that I won't have to share it. I rushed back to my apartment yesterday (I thought my roommate was coming back) so that she couldn't eat it all, or really any of it. I am such an only child sometimes. That's pretty much my Saturday. I also went ot sleep early, around 10:30. It was nice.

Sunday. Sunday was lovely. I found a cricket crouching amongst my things. I screamed. Quite loudly. The bastard hopped into my closet, which has stuff strewn about the floor. So, I pulled out and shook each thing in the bottom of my closet. I finally found him. We had a showdown of me chasing him about the closet. I think I won. A couple of his legs were separated from his body. Then I flushed him down the toilet. I'm afraid of crickets. They hop and they're unpredictable. When I told my dad about it, he likened it to the scene from Dr. No in which James Bond kills a spider.

Shortly after that, I went home. I didn't really want to go home, but I kinda needed to. Dad and I watched the Yankees game together on Sunday. That was nice. I don't know what we would do without baseball and the Simpsons. We would have nothing to talk about and we'd never do anything together. Mom and I went shopping. I got some new sweaters and some new long-sleeved shirts. And boots. I got a new pair of black boots. I adore them! And my new off-white long sweater.

Then Monday I had blood taken. My doctor felt that my white count was high, so she wanted to re-test me, since I haven't been sick or had allergies recently. Personally, I think the whole doctor business is a waste of my time. After this, I came back to my apartment. I thought my roommate was coming back Monday as well and I had to protect my spaghetti. She'll be back today, sometime. No matter.

Last night was terrible. I honestly cried after the Yankees lost. It broke my heart. And now, I'm stuck in a bad position. Do I root for the Indians or the Red Sox? I have to choose: team that knocked out my team or the Red Sox, the enemy. I know that in college football, my dad will root for the Big 12 team, no matter who it is. Does baseball work that way? Is it good for the Yankees if Boston wins? Maybe I should just root for Colorado and not take an interest in the ALCS. I don't want my baseball to be over for the year. (I don't have any sport left!) But I don't like any of the teams.

I'm procrastinating. I don't want to do my stuff. I want to laze about in my pajamas all day and do nothing. But I can't. I need to get up, make breakfast (French toast, I've decided) and get to it. Boo!

I'll probably be back later. Because I hate homework. Oh! Participate in my poll if I'm able to get it to work. If you have any comments or want to elaborate, just do a comment on this post.

**********Note: I can't get the thing to work where I put up a poll. So, answer this question as a comment, if you want:
Should the Yankees keep Torre? Your choices are: Yes, No, and Give him 1 more year before we decide.

Saturday, October 6, 2007

I'm in

I took the plunge I was talking about. I just dove right in and I'm glad I did. I don't have buyer's remorse, so to speak, like I did in similar situations. I may change my mind later. But for right now, I'm just going to enjoy the view.

I really wanted to write something yesterday, but nothing had happened yet. And I didn't want to write a boring post in which I detail my day of classes.

Speaking of classes...I have a monsterous to-do list this weekend. I would love to get it all done today, but I don't know if that will happen.

I have to do a poetry anthology, in which I collect 25 poems that I really like. The catch is that they must be contemporary, meaning in the last 100 years. This really narrows my prospects.

I have to do a paper over a DH Lawrence story. In case you don't know, he writes mostly about sex. And I'm pretty sure my story, You Touched Me, is all about sex. The whole class will be reading it. Hopefully I can come up with enough material relating to the story so that I don't have to fill with my own personal experience.

I have a research paper over John Donne. It's due at the end of the semester, but I'd like to get it out of the way.

I have an essay test over Shakespeare's sonnets on Friday. I should probably study for it...

I have to do part two of a midterm for my soc class.

I drew a lovely picture in my notebook, but I need to recreate it in my sketchbook. It is from Eat Pray Love. I decided to draw what I imagined it looked like. If you've read it, it's the person with 4 legs (to stay balanced), a head full of foliage, and seeing the world through the heart. I had the hardest part with the legs.

I also need to go to the grocery store. I'm really almost out of food that I'll eat. I should probably do this first because "tut, tut, it looks like rain."

Let me see...after I wake up from my coma, I'll write more. I'll also need to read more Eat Pray Love first too.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Dive on In

I think I'm going to take the plunge. I was afraid to do it. But I think I'm going to do it. I don't want to say what it is, because frankly, it's none of your business. Just know that something I was afraid to do is going to be done. I think.

Now that that's out of the way...listen to me rant for a while. I've always been a looker, never a leaper. I mean, sometimes I'd leap, but not without a long, extensive look first. Because of this, I feel that I've missed out on a few important life experiences. In the past family members and ex boyfriends have kept me grounded...too grounded. I want to have fun. I want to make mistakes. I want to do something that has a huge risk factor, but could possibly have amazing rewards!

I know that my family loves me and cares for me and wants nothing but the best, but I've got to do my own thing now.

I'm reading Eat Pray Love. That book is changing my life already. I'm only on chapter 23, out of 106. There a picture described in it and I'm trying to recreate it myself. I got pretty close to getting it done during creative writing. But I need to draw it in my sketchbook, not on notebook paper.

Basically, Eat Pray Love has taught me that I'm young, I'm free. I'm freer than I've ever been and ever will be. And it's taught me to not be afraid. I can't be scared all the time. I can't go through life being afraid of what may or may not happen. I'm not saying that I should live without abandon, but I need to live. I'm tired of not feeling anything but desire or emptiness.

This all ties in with me taking the plunge.

We decorated the wall behind our table the other day. I love it! It looks great. The nice thing is that we can change out the pictures in the frames. I want to do one with us in our prom dresses. Because I think I looked damn good in my dress, tiny boobs and all. I actually think I've looked great in every single formal dress I've bought. It may sound conceited to say that, but I'm serious! I'm proud of my taste in formal dress attire. Maybe you'll see a collection of the pictures somday. Probably not because they aren't on digital camera.

OOH!!! I did something remarkable today! I deleted the numbers of the most poisonous person in my life. I deleted them from my life. I've felt very good today. I think it's because of that.

I have a passion for frozen grapes. I really like them. I'm mostly saying that because I don't want to stop typing this entry, but I'm running out of things to say.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

One Week

I cannot believe what a difference one week can make! I've been very busy this past week, which is why I haven't been blogging. I have a midterm paper due tomorrow and I only just finished it today...we've had a month to work on it (procrastinators unite!...tomorrow)

Let's see what else...I had to go to the doctor last Thursday. It was one of those super-fun exams. So I'm thinking everything is ok. And I should find out the results of my blood screen soon (for cholesterol, diabetes, etc). Apparently you're supposed to get one of those every 5 years...to my calculations, I've never gotten one before. So, good for me.

Then Thursday I got back into my college town and we had a reading for this book I'm the poetry editor for and a good friend of mine, who is also on staff, told me about how serious the reading was. And this got me all freaked out. (I want to interject here with an apology to my managing editor because I gave her the URL to my blog and I'm about to confess to a shameful secret here) My friend got me so freaked out about how serious the readers were and how into it they were and how much they were reading. Yeah, my friend and I had planned on reading like 1 thing, not 10 minutes worth of stuff. So, we bailed. We said I was having a crisis. And I was. But I could have stuck it out if necessary. I didn't though. I got ice cream instead.

Something good came out of it though...during the after party (which I could not attend) a certain good friend of mine divulged to a certain someone that I have a crush on that I have a crush on that person. So, that was kinda nice. And we made plans to get lunch that Friday...and then we made plans to hang out on Saturday. And then we hung out last night as well...It's been quite great thus far.

My main concern is that I'll end up diving off of the great precipice and getting hurt or making mistakes. I know that mistakes are part of the growing up process. But you don't want to make every mistake possible. I've recently come out of a relationship that was one giant mistake. (But enough of that!) I don't have the time or the patience to make every mistake in the world. This is where I get angry at my parents for not giving me siblings. Although if I was the oldest, it wouldn't really matter anyway, would it?

I think I'm going to draw and read Eat Pray Love. But first I want to shower. I want to feel warmth. It's cold!

I'll write more later. I hope.

Editor's Note: I want to say that I will never chicken out and skip a reading again. So, for all of the staff that read this, I am sorry and I am embarrassed that I let you guys intimidate me so much. I won't let you down again.