This week has just been one of those weeks and I know it's only going to get worse. And I don't mean I "know" in the pessimistic sense, but because something is happening Monday that will not be pleasant and will make me very unhappy, something I can't exactly talk about yet.
(I should also mention that this something is partly why I haven't been blogging, because my mind's all jumbly and it involves someone who reads this, so I can't exactly spill my guts on the matter.)
So.
Until then, I'm keeping my chin up by daydreaming about opening an Etsy shop and doing chores. Well, they're not so much chores as ... home improvement projects. I spent the better part of yesterday avoiding a mental meltdown by stripping the finish off of my brother's dresser drawers, touching up the ceiling paint in three different rooms, and putting the majority of my brother's things back in his room. Because I wanted to. (Okay, and because my mother yelled at me for being lazy and I was so going to prove her wrong).
I've always enjoyed doing chores - cleaning, yard work, and all things home improvement. When I was little, I bubbled with excitement when I could put on my "work" clothes and help dad fix something up in the backyard or put some big piece of new furniture together. If we were painting one of the rooms in the house, it was like Christmas. I still get that way. When it came time to paint my brother's room, which needed to be completed in one day, I bounded out of bed in the morning with just four hours of sleep under my belt. Which, if you know me, is totally crazy.
With the remodeling that went on in my dad and brother's rooms, I've had plenty to do and it's been glorious. Plus, it's a decent distraction when you're trying not to think of other things. There's nothing like zoning out as Lady Gaga blasts from your iPod and focusing on the task at hand.
The added benefit of all of this is that I feel ridiculously accomplished. It felt great to say that I did the majority of the work sanding down wall patches and painting both rooms, and I can't wait to completely re-finish my brother's dresser. I don't have much to do these days, so waking up to a long to-do list - and completing the tasks - is somewhat invigorating.
So, even for a completely shitty day mentally, I was damn productive. And that feels really good.
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
the one where i talk about trees too much.
The weather this week has been absolutely beautiful, albeit a little out of season (I wore shorts today out of complete necessity). But it's been sunny and warm and delicious. After driving around for work and errands on Monday and Tuesday, I'd really wanted to go out and take a bunch of pictures of my neighborhood.
One block over from my house. I can't remember why I didn't take one of my actual street.
One of the reasons I love autumn is the way it transforms my town. Even though I'm finished with college and have been out of the town's public school system for years now, it's still back-to-school season. Driving or walking through my development reminds me of walking to and from school, and now that the leaves are finally falling, it brings back memories of raking them into a big pile before jumping in them.
Eventually, I'm going to have one hell of a time raking all of these.
My development is your typical idea of suburbia. The houses are cookie cutter in structure, although there are quite a few homes that have grown to ridiculous sizes. Lawns are manicured, basketball hoops litter the driveways and streets, and kids are running up and down the street all the time. But I think my favorite part is the fact that on every lawn, centered and just at the curb, is a tall red oak tree (or at least I think they're red oaks; whatever they are, they're really pretty).
On the main street that connects my development.
On Wednesday, The Boy came to visit and we went for a walk around the neighborhood and I brought my camera along for the trip.
One block over from my house. I can't remember why I didn't take one of my actual street.
One of the reasons I love autumn is the way it transforms my town. Even though I'm finished with college and have been out of the town's public school system for years now, it's still back-to-school season. Driving or walking through my development reminds me of walking to and from school, and now that the leaves are finally falling, it brings back memories of raking them into a big pile before jumping in them.
Eventually, I'm going to have one hell of a time raking all of these.
My development is your typical idea of suburbia. The houses are cookie cutter in structure, although there are quite a few homes that have grown to ridiculous sizes. Lawns are manicured, basketball hoops litter the driveways and streets, and kids are running up and down the street all the time. But I think my favorite part is the fact that on every lawn, centered and just at the curb, is a tall red oak tree (or at least I think they're red oaks; whatever they are, they're really pretty).
On the main street that connects my development.
On Wednesday, The Boy came to visit and we went for a walk around the neighborhood and I brought my camera along for the trip.
Oh, how I adore them. They seem to go on forever and because they're on both sides, they create an awning over the streets. And it doesn't hurt to have this to look at when you're lounging around in your front yard:
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
there's no place like home.
Hi blogosphere. I skipped class today. Le sigh.
I absolutely could not fall asleep last night. The last time I remember seeing on the clock was 6:30am. I don't remember waking up very vividly - I had set alarms for 9, 9:15 and 9:30am, and don't really recall any of them going off. What I do remember is having the phone in my hand while I was in bed, looking at it in a confused manner when it rang (it was my friend who has class with me), and realizing that it was too late for me to get up and put in the effort of rushing to class.
So I skipped. And felt awful. Skipping class is a very bad habit that I had, for the most part, conquered this semester. I felt ridiculously guilty considering I wasn't deathly ill and there was no emergency. My sleep schedule had just gotten so out of control that I was going to get through the day on two hours of sleep. However, I justified it by saying that I would be on only two hours. Not five or six, or even four. Two. So I excused myself a little bit, considering my health ranks higher on my priority list than my schoolwork.
I ended up sleeping through my second class of the day, although that really has no consequence because attendance isn't really necessary. Still, I woke up in a really terrible mood. Within the first five minutes of being awake, I called my mom and told her I was gonna come home. I made up some excuses - about having things to do at home, wanting to visit but not wanting to waste a whole weekend - but really? I was really craving the comfort and calmness of home.
My schedule is getting to me. I wake up after five hours of sleep, go to class, eat lunch, nap until the next class, go to that class, eat dinner, bum around, then go to The Boy's room for homework. We always get distracted when we're together, so homework takes forever. I get done around two, but don't get in bed until three by the time I go back to my room, shower, check e-mail, etc. I haven't seen Natalie in more than a week. I haven't watched any of my TV shows except for Grey's. I've gotten in to a rut. Not that I don't enjoy seeing The Boy every day, because I really do - but I'm doing the same exact thing day in and day out, and I'm getting a little tired of it.
Fall break can't get here fast enough. I need a chance to take a huge breather, get caught up on sleep and work, and start fresh the next week. That's kinda what I'm trying to do here.. kind of a subconscious reason for coming home. Let's hope it works and lasts for the next week and a half.
I absolutely could not fall asleep last night. The last time I remember seeing on the clock was 6:30am. I don't remember waking up very vividly - I had set alarms for 9, 9:15 and 9:30am, and don't really recall any of them going off. What I do remember is having the phone in my hand while I was in bed, looking at it in a confused manner when it rang (it was my friend who has class with me), and realizing that it was too late for me to get up and put in the effort of rushing to class.
So I skipped. And felt awful. Skipping class is a very bad habit that I had, for the most part, conquered this semester. I felt ridiculously guilty considering I wasn't deathly ill and there was no emergency. My sleep schedule had just gotten so out of control that I was going to get through the day on two hours of sleep. However, I justified it by saying that I would be on only two hours. Not five or six, or even four. Two. So I excused myself a little bit, considering my health ranks higher on my priority list than my schoolwork.
I ended up sleeping through my second class of the day, although that really has no consequence because attendance isn't really necessary. Still, I woke up in a really terrible mood. Within the first five minutes of being awake, I called my mom and told her I was gonna come home. I made up some excuses - about having things to do at home, wanting to visit but not wanting to waste a whole weekend - but really? I was really craving the comfort and calmness of home.
My schedule is getting to me. I wake up after five hours of sleep, go to class, eat lunch, nap until the next class, go to that class, eat dinner, bum around, then go to The Boy's room for homework. We always get distracted when we're together, so homework takes forever. I get done around two, but don't get in bed until three by the time I go back to my room, shower, check e-mail, etc. I haven't seen Natalie in more than a week. I haven't watched any of my TV shows except for Grey's. I've gotten in to a rut. Not that I don't enjoy seeing The Boy every day, because I really do - but I'm doing the same exact thing day in and day out, and I'm getting a little tired of it.
Fall break can't get here fast enough. I need a chance to take a huge breather, get caught up on sleep and work, and start fresh the next week. That's kinda what I'm trying to do here.. kind of a subconscious reason for coming home. Let's hope it works and lasts for the next week and a half.
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