Monday, January 28, 2008

Life, boring.

I wish I had something to write about, but I definitely don't. My life is boring and routine.

A few new things, interesting to no one but me:

-bowling team set and named. Now all I have to do is figure out the shoe situation.
-freezer full of food. I feel very pioneer-like with my frozen leftover chili and spaghetti sauce.

Wow. My life really IS boring.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Nothing to report

It's a little disconcerting to realize how routine my life really is. Despite any illusions that I am fully capable of spontaneity, excitement, and the occasional impulse buy, my days are beginning to seamlessly blend into the same sort of rhythm: school, study, sleep, interrupted by bursts of eating, checking my e-mail, and dancing around my apartment in a vain attempt to shake and shimmy off the holiday weight.

I wish my life was a little less predictable and mundane, and a little more full of the small details that make the lives of everyday people more interesting: overnight trips to big cities, a windowsill garden, fresh flowers and newly baked bread. At the same time, it's so much easier to know exactly what I'm going to do the moment I wake up—the persistent habit of a comfort-seeking list-maker, who delights in surprises but has little time or energy to devote to cultivating them.

So there's nothing to report on the horizon. I am stranded on a tropical island of my own making (NOT desert—I do not understand why people always reference the "desert island." It seems a little counter-intuitive to assume that an island, by nature surrounded by ocean, should be desert [unless it's at one of the poles]). And there are no ships on the horizon—at least, none that are due to come in sight before next weekend, when a certain birthday boy will make the long and arduous trek to the Bend for a blissful birthday weekend.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Back in the game

Honestly? I just hit the ground running and my knees are really sore.

I've yet to get back in the swing of things, so reading/taking notes/etc is a little harder than I remember it being, not to mention the mountains of post-vacation laundry that I'm facing. A few things that are making it easier:
-seeing my friends again
-therapeutic cooking
-my new old (old to me but new for this apartment) stereo (do people still use the word stereo?) that I just hooked up to my bedroom. Now I have access to music no matter which floor I'm on. Sweet.

Besides that, I'm just trying to keep up with the flow, and some interesting new developments (i.e., handwriting my notes for con law, figuring out a new note-taking system, and the necessary evil of introductory chapters) are providing just enough spice to keep things interesting.

Here's to a great semester.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008


Resolutions, for me, have never been as, well, resolute as I'd like them. Lines of good intentions, whimsical beliefs that this year would be the year that I'd simultaneously pull straight As, keep my bedroom neat and spend less money on shoes. Never happened.

I'm not sure if my failure to keep said resolutions stem from the fact that they were overambitious — I mean, could it really be possible to ALWAYS hang my sweaters up, get an A on every exam, and be expected to resist that pair of patent leather Mary Janes? I don't think so.

So this year's resolution is relatively simple, and encompasses a lot of what I want to accomplish but with little fanfare. This year, I'm going to strive to waste less time — instead of half-heartedly dedicating myself to something, I plan to throw myself in full force. Either full work, or full play, because I've learned that diluting them often results in less fulfilling achievement.

So, 2008, here I come. I plan to waste less time. And, let's face it — spend a little less money on shoes.

Especially since I got those patent leather Mary Janes for Christmas.

Happy New Year, everyone.