Monday, February 25, 2013

Sleepless Spontaneity

So, it's about 5 in the morning here. I actually woke up at about 3:45 or so, and couldn't go back to sleep, and now here I am. I decided to hit the showers and get a head-start on my day... I guess. I'm actually just on my laptop in the dark in my dorm room because my roommate is sleeping. I've been listening to Coldplay's Don't Panic (on repeat) because it's quite lovely. "We live in a beautiful world."
I'm hoping I'm not waking or keeping my roommate up because of my loud, incessant clickity-clacking (typing on the keyboard). And also, I'm just doing blind crafts because I don't want to turn the light on. Whooooo... I guess we'll see how that turns out.
My sister apparently got me this 3-month plan food-care-package thing, and I'm worried that I'll be leaving before that last package arrives. I have to wait until a better time to ask her about it, since it's even earlier where she is. But, I really am excited to get these packages, and it's not just because they're food... Maybe. But, thinking about it now, I am a bit hungry... Breakfast doesn't start for another 2 hours pretty much.
Spring Break is next week... Wonder how that's going to go. Quiche Sundays might be put on hold, but then there's Saints Saturdays (aka coffee and quiche).
I hadn't asked my roommate yet, but I got a text from a friend asking if they could spend the night later tonight, and I said they could. Pfft. They offered to pay, but that's ridiculous, right? Friends shouldn't have to pay unless they really want to. I welcome my friends with open arms. Unless I'm not comfortable with human contact at the time... Then I welcome them... With mental open arms.
I'm a bit worried about taxes also. I have no idea how to do that. And I don't know when I should do that... Maybe soon I guess.  I don't know anything anymore. Like, the FAFSA? What do I do?! *worry* I should probably get on that... Maybe, now's the opportune time to get that done.
I think I'm started to get a bit tired, but I already started my day! I mean, I'm not fully dressed yet (meaning I'm in my pjs and not real clothes, not that pjs aren't real clothes). Hmm...
I've had the phrase, "for sh*ts and gigs" (I know it's really "giggles" but hey... my head, my thoughts) stuck in my head for the past 8 hours or so... I don't really know why, but that made me think again about my use of profanity (or lack thereof, really). I mean, it's no big deal really, but I just feel uncomfortable to use such words.
Today's a fairly busy day. Breakfast. Class. Break-time. Lunch To-Go. Eye Appointment. Class. Class. Class. Break-time. Dinner? Club. Club. Club. Hang out with friend? Let other friend sleep over. Sleep. Not sure how this is going to go over.
So, I recently tried Italian Wedding soup and I actually really enjoyed it. But, now the dining commons is lying about serving it because they really mean Shrimp Corn soup or something of that variation. So, their menu lies, and that makes me sad. This isn't the first time. But today, I really hope there is Shepherd's Pie for lunch. I like that too. I can't wait for the next time they have Italian Wedding soup though. And then I also want tater tots sometime soon... We shall see how that turns out.
I've been asking a lot of people to hang out and stuff, but there aren't definite plans. I feel a bit bad because I feel like they might not ever happen and are just wishful words. I really do want to hang out with these people, but since I like planning things, it's hard to get definite plans (especially since things never really go according to plan), and also, I wouldn't like being stood up... Fear of Rejection. *sigh*
Also, I want to make more friends. I think alcohol helps me socialize, but that isn't to say that I'm dependent on the alcohol, because if you know me, I can talk to people. And I dislike the phrase "liquid courage" for alcohol because even if that is true, I feel like it's not what I want from it.
I don't know. I suppose that's good for now. I've passed by a good 45 minutes. 'Til next time!

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