yeah, about that...

My extremely genuine desire to not be late for an entire week kicked off this morning with a big fat FAIL.

This morning I slept through three alarms (well, turned off both my cell phone alarms and my alarm clock alarm in my dreams) and woke up an hour behind schedule. This resulted in me bribing my sister to drive me to school so that I wouldn't be late for my 8 am (which I definitely couldn't miss cause it was all review for a test tomorrow). Wow, pure talent right there.

At least I was exactly on time today, and class technically hadn't started yet when I strolled in (I was the last one in though). The guy I share a table with laughed at me. But tomorrow, test day, I shall be early!

And shut up Zach, you hypocrite.

re-tardy

It's always been a family joke that if you want my dad to show up to anything on time, you need to tell him it starts at least an hour before it actually does. Once, when my dad was in college, he phoned his sister to ask what time the family was gathering (it was someone's birthday or something). She told him 1:30 pm. He arrived at 3:30 pm, and was frustrated to discover that no guests had actually arrived yet. Turns out the party wasn't supposed to start until 4 pm, but his sister knew him too well, and he was actually early for once.

Stuff like that about your parents is funny until you realize that you're turning into the same person. Today is the third time I've skipped my first hour class, simply because I was running late. I didn't sleep through class completely or forget to set an alarm or anything (actually, I did forget, come to think of it, but that wasn't the problem this morning), I just couldn't get my act together in time and left the house minutes later than I should have. Rather than walking in to class 8 minutes late, I skipped it all together. I hate being late. I hate walking late into a class so much, I'd generally rather just skip it. Yet, despite how frustrated I get with being late, I can't break the cycle. I just can't seem to get out of bed that 5 or 10 minutes early, which is really all I need to get to school on time. How pathetic is that?

I have been the last one into just about every class this semester, but it's got to stop. Here's my new challenge. Over the next week, I will not be late for my 8 am class (baby steps here). From tomorrow until next Friday, I will show up every day, and I will show up at least on time, preferably 5 minutes early. Hmm. We'll see how this goes...

love is...

Love is a many splendored thing... so they say.

What does that even mean? Seriously. I don't even know what to think of that phrase. I don't get it.

And that's what I thought about today... but made no progress. 

The end.

People are Dumb, Vol. I

I recently bought a hair straightener. Go me. I feel a little more grown up, like I've somehow graduated into a new level of adulthood, or at least womanhood (yikes). I was slightly bothered, however, by the extensive manual that accompanied my new straightener. I would not have expected it to require pages and pages of warnings and directions. But, people are dumb. Very dumb. Here are a few of my favorite warnings regarding the use of Walgreen's cheapest hair straightener:

• Do not use while bathing or in a shower.
• This appliance should not be used by, on, or near children or individuals with certain disabilities.
• Do not place in, or drop into water or other liquid.
• This straightening iron is hot when in use.
• Do not let eyes or bare skin touch heated surfaces.
• Never use while sleeping. (my personal favorite)

Oh world, you are just hopeless.

blog brain

For some reason, the recent lack of blogs leaking from my brain has got me down. When I can't write, as in, I just can't seem to produce words, it makes me incredibly sad. And when I simply don't write, I get itchy. I get restless. I get distracted. It's like there's too many ideas clogging up my brain, and I need to fish a few out to make everything a little clearer. Give the other thoughts still in there some room to grow.

It's not that I haven't been inspired by anything lately. Not at all. I've come to observe that I think in blogs, if that makes sense. Something I observe or learn strikes me as profound or ironic, and immediately that single thought expands and grows within my brain, gradually taking shape. Usually I will be obsessed with some theme or thought for days or weeks at a time, rehearsing it over and over in my head, until I have an entire sermon ready to be written. And these topics, these blogs, gather in my brain like burdens until I can finally publish them, either on this blog or in a more private format.

These past few weeks at least half a dozen such thoughts have been stagnating in my brain, waiting for me to finally put them to words. So like I said, it's not that I haven't had content, it's just that I simply haven't had the time or state of mind to sit down and write. How sad.

I want to write again, and more often, and I'm going to. I'm determined.

I feel much better already.