Life is crazy isn't it? People make comments about how extra crazy it is to be in high school. Some times that gives a flicker of hope and then you see a mother wrestling with her kids in the store and you realize that no matter where you are in life it's going to be crazy. At least in high school you can have nap time. Dang that seems a little on the reflective side. You must understand that I have several allergic reactions to Fall. Just read on and you'll come to see the kind of life I've been suffering with the past few weeks.
Fall has a tendency to do a few things to my inner self. First it convinces of me that humans need longer sleeping hours during winter. Animals hibernate, why shouldn't we? There is much to be learned from animals. For one thing if you plan to live long you must watch your weight (I. e. Squirrels). Another piece of wisdom to be gained is that if you want something go after it (Look at bears, the get what ever they want.).
It also gives me this strange craving to wrap up in heavy, warm, fuzzy blankets and watch a movie like Lake House or North and South. Either way it isn't very good. I could sit there all day warm and cozy reviewing Mr. Thornton's finely chiseled face. Or how those white "Darcy shirts" make me squeal like I've just been given the world... Some mysteries of womanhood I don't even understand. But I enjoy them while I can.
But it doesn't stop there. I become miss crafty! Last night I made a zipper flower clip. If you are one of the unfortunate people that doesn't know what these cute hair accessories are than you living a deprived life. Sorry to be harsh but its true. Although crafting might not be surprising to some of you than you must understand that I haven't crafted with success in over two years!
On top of all of this I become majorly reflective! Not such a grand thing when you're me. When I become reflective the world becomes one big mess of a novel. In the fall the slug is no longer a bug, but a living, feeling entity that has profound aspect on the way I think of it and the trail it leaves; it all becomes symbolic for something else. I also tend to write my best works in the fall. Once I'm done editing my latest short story be prepared to see it on here. It is perhaps my favorite recent work.
Finally fall plays one last trick on my sense. It romanticists winter! Right now I can only think of powered diamonds covering the bear trees with cute little kids playing carelessly in the snow. We folks it all ends with the first snow storm and I remember exactly why I don't' believe in winter. Well I think its time for the traditional Friday afternoon "Let the week go" exercises. It usually begins with a movie and ends with sleeping in. Some times if I'm lucky it includes ice cream.
See you all later!
P.S.
I'm on week eight of a clean room! Oh yeah!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Presidents Schedule
Okay I have got to say that being president should come with some immediate perks. I wouldn't be opposed to an occasional foot rub or some of those little mints that freshen your breath and leave you feeling oh so happy. Oh well. I tried. The good news is that I haven't been kicked out yet. That is good news right? Well here is the schedule that I've been living by lately:
(During the night before I begin feeling really confident that I can face the mornings and get things like excise done in the wee hours of the morning. I then set my alarm clock accordingly.)
6:00 My alarm goes off. I shut of the sound and look at the time. My first thought goes something like this, "Five more minutes and then perhaps I can face life." I then reset my alarm.
6:05 "Nope I'm not ready to be nice yet. How do I shut this fetchin' thing off!? I wake up when I feel like it, I don't care if this is going on the record! I want to sleep!
6:50 Dad proceeds to yell encouraging morning mantras down the air vent which connects to my bedroom. He ends his speech with a call that can only be compared to a moose in sever distress. I roll out of bed with heavy sighs and a fuzzy head.
6:51 I crawl up the stairs and open the door. OUCH THE LIGHT! Why is it so bright up stairs? I curl up on the couch as family life rushes past me. "Steph if you need a nap today I completely understand, in fact lets just say at two this afternoon you'll find a corner and sleep." This is a little speech that I give myself every morning.
7:00 "Dang it I have seminary!"
7:35 "Don't speed, don't speed." I get into the car and race to all of the stop signs. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel and Journey blast on the stereo. How long do red lights honestly need to be?
7:50: Just in time!
9:20: Walk to my dear little car as I think happy and holy thoughts. I get behind the wheel, roll down all the windows, jack the volume on my music and off I head. While passing my teachers office I honk three times. Life is great! "Dang you pedestrian! Learn to wait!" Yep I'm thinking happy and holy thoughts.
9:30-9:55 I quickly do my chore and gather my books.
10:00 I start class. Dang can't the president be late? And no being president doesn't mean you have all of the answers.
11:00 Same as ten except now I can relax a bit. Its my literature class. :)
12:00 With a huge sigh I exit my class room. At last class is done. Wait, why am I so hungry. On examination I realize I haven't had anything to eat at all. Well dang.
12:10 Fat and sassy I head down to my bedroom to do homework..."Maybe one day I'll be excited..."
12:30 After playing around with various ideas I settle down to a book.
1:20 I wake up. Well there was my nap.
From there on my day just gets weirder. By six I'm done. But then I remember that I now have other obligations. At 10:30 I drag my sorry little self to bed. Only to have the same things to greet me in the morning. Sigh. Soon I will play hooky.
(During the night before I begin feeling really confident that I can face the mornings and get things like excise done in the wee hours of the morning. I then set my alarm clock accordingly.)
6:00 My alarm goes off. I shut of the sound and look at the time. My first thought goes something like this, "Five more minutes and then perhaps I can face life." I then reset my alarm.
6:05 "Nope I'm not ready to be nice yet. How do I shut this fetchin' thing off!? I wake up when I feel like it, I don't care if this is going on the record! I want to sleep!
6:50 Dad proceeds to yell encouraging morning mantras down the air vent which connects to my bedroom. He ends his speech with a call that can only be compared to a moose in sever distress. I roll out of bed with heavy sighs and a fuzzy head.
6:51 I crawl up the stairs and open the door. OUCH THE LIGHT! Why is it so bright up stairs? I curl up on the couch as family life rushes past me. "Steph if you need a nap today I completely understand, in fact lets just say at two this afternoon you'll find a corner and sleep." This is a little speech that I give myself every morning.
7:00 "Dang it I have seminary!"
7:35 "Don't speed, don't speed." I get into the car and race to all of the stop signs. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel and Journey blast on the stereo. How long do red lights honestly need to be?
7:50: Just in time!
9:20: Walk to my dear little car as I think happy and holy thoughts. I get behind the wheel, roll down all the windows, jack the volume on my music and off I head. While passing my teachers office I honk three times. Life is great! "Dang you pedestrian! Learn to wait!" Yep I'm thinking happy and holy thoughts.
9:30-9:55 I quickly do my chore and gather my books.
10:00 I start class. Dang can't the president be late? And no being president doesn't mean you have all of the answers.
11:00 Same as ten except now I can relax a bit. Its my literature class. :)
12:00 With a huge sigh I exit my class room. At last class is done. Wait, why am I so hungry. On examination I realize I haven't had anything to eat at all. Well dang.
12:10 Fat and sassy I head down to my bedroom to do homework..."Maybe one day I'll be excited..."
12:30 After playing around with various ideas I settle down to a book.
1:20 I wake up. Well there was my nap.
From there on my day just gets weirder. By six I'm done. But then I remember that I now have other obligations. At 10:30 I drag my sorry little self to bed. Only to have the same things to greet me in the morning. Sigh. Soon I will play hooky.
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