Not Napping

I'm lying in my bed right now most definitely not sleeping. I feel guilty because I told Amy I would take a nap but as exhausted as I am, it just wasn't happening.

Today was fairly awful. I was up until midnight studying for an exam and then decided to get some sleep so I could at least function properly. I got in bed around 12:15. I fell asleep after 3am. I'm not really sure why I couldn't sleep but I woke up around 6 to continue studying for my 8am exam.

Functioning on 3 hours of sleep is interesting. Its not something I do very often. All day long I kept swinging between being in a fine mood because I was too exhausted to care to being a complete mess.

Its like ants on pavement.
I mean, have you ever been standing in a driveway or somewhere, and you notice an ant crawling? And you stop and you stare at it and then you notice another ant. And the longer you stare, the more you notice, and they were there all along but all of a sudden you can't ignore them, they're all you're focusing on, they're everywhere.
That's what happens to my thought process when I'm exhausted. At first, everything is fine. Then I think of one tiny aspect of my life that's not great. Then I stare at my life a little bit longer and I notice something else wrong. And then something else. Before you know it, I'm barely functioning because apparently, I have an awful life and just hadn't noticed before.

Except I don't. That's the exhaustion talking. After all, they're just ants.
This entry is basic level one insanity, easily cured by sleep. Sleep will be attempted in 3..2...1...

In Mourning

Tornado "Tory" the Cat
March 23, 1994- February 25, 2008


I loved my overweight cranky diabetic baby...

Girls will be girls

It all started with my inability to control myself when I see a cute dress. I try, really I do. Sometimes I'll throw out the Delia*s catalog as soon as I get it... this time however, I was not so lucky. You see, it was red. It was red and gorgeous and cheap. So I buckled and I bought it and it arrived and fit wonderfully. And then I said:

Crap. I've nothing to wear this to.

So I made a reason. Valentine's Day was on its way, and I by no means expected a date, but I had a cute dress, dangit, so I was going out. Of course, I also had no money, so I was going out somewhere cheap!
So I sent out an email to 4 fabulous vixens declaring February 14th not Valentine's Day, but We're Hot, So You Can Suck It Day. Lovely, hm?

And what do girls want? Ice cream. So off we went, five gorgeous ladies, to Friendly's, blasting Shania Twain, Disney music, Britney Spears and Bon Jovi all the way. And when we arrived back to campus? A fabulous viewing of Emma.
So it started with a dress and ended with an absolutely amazing evening. No regrets, ladies. None at all.

Poem.

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Self Centered

I never fill out "about me" sections anymore. Not really anyhow. I usually just put a short quote or something. But I'm feeling a little self centered right now so here's one of those cheesy lists people tend to put filled with things they like:

Nail painting every Sunday
Late night walks in the rain
Staying up late and sleeping in
Audrey Hepburn and James Dean
Lightening storms
Standing at the waters edge
Mocha Lattes and Townsend Ave
Reading books aimed at fifth graders
Listening to music that is outdated and obscure
Dressing like a pirate
Looking at photos and saving memories
Photoshoots
Summer dresses
Slim Jims and Granola Bars
REACH Drama Ministry
Late nights in Barrington
Drew Hall
Playgrounds
Boothbay weekends with Gordon friends