...satisfaction.
So since Stephanie is all done with her Twilight books, and I have a complete inability to read a book more than once, I have been searching for a book series to fill the void. So I found one, a nice supernatural base and great writing. The characters are colorful and the banter is amusing and witty. The two main characters were falling in love quite nicely and then the worst thing happened. They find out that they're brother and sister!! WTF??? I literally yelled at the pages. That was so aggravating.
However, I like the series and I'm always one for an interesting twist, so I bought the other two books. So far I'm not disappointed, they are interesting and well-written.
I'm just in need of a romantic interlude. Desperately.
So there's this prayer workshop that I forgot about was going on. I can still go to some of it, if I'm not lazy. It's at 9:30 this morning. Less than 8 hours away. And then I'd have the rest of the day to work on some school work, like the epic paper I have due on Wednesday.
Do I need a prayer workshop? I know I need You, but will this help? Or should I just sleep.
My life is the same every day.
Boring routine is eating into my brain. I can't contain my disdain at the hum-drum of it all. It's driving what's left of my sanity away.
It's too the point that when I step into the shower, I'm instantly bored and wish I'd just left my brain in my dreams. They're far more interesting.
Like the one I had the other night. I can't remember all that happened, but it watched like a really good movie. The type with action and adventure and romance and comedy. The best kind.
When you'd rather stay asleep than face your life, it's time to do some reassessing.
I'm lonely on top of it all.
Bored and lonely, and the bottle of whiskey downstairs is looking mightily tempting.
Good thing I'm scared to death of becoming an alcoholic. Otherwise the bottle would be half empty by now. But maybe not. Maybe I'm just saying that because it seems like a normal thing to resort to. "damn, life sucks, better drink" Right? That's the normal procession of things in America, isn't it? If all else fails, turn to booze or drugs or sex. It will make it better for a while so you can get some sleep.
There should be a remote for life.
Pause
Fast Forward
Rewind
Skip Scene
Why should I feel discouraged
Why should the shadows come
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion
A constant friend is He
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches over me
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches
I know He watches
I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
He watches me
I know
He watches
Me
(no clue who wrote this beautiful song)
So I got a Twitter account.
It's really just like a whole website of Facebook stats.
Like texting for the internet.
Makes no sense to me, but like the title of this post says....
In other news...
There is a certain friend of mine how happens to be spending the semester in Spain. And I really miss her terribly. So if anyone would like to donate 1500 dollars so I can go and visit her, that'd be truly lovely.
Also, this friend who is in Spain, should update her blogger account more.
Spring Break sure took its sweet time getting to me. Finally, though it has arrived!
I'm very happy with this. The only thing that would make it better, is if spring break for work was the same week, but no, it's the next week. Very not cool. I can't go anywhere! No real college Spring Break for me. No Mai Tai's on the beach while Carson Daly (wow, I just dated myself, and that is sad.) or whoever yelling over the drone of drunk frat boys about how bitchin' the babes are.
Tomorrow, I have to beg a teacher to let me drop a class. I can't stand the class and am so ready to drop it and him off a cliff. Okay, maybe that's a tad... extreme.
Teachers like him drive me nuts, though. My first Psych prof was like that. He flunked me when I asked for a withdrawl. Probably to prove a point. He was like that.
I am aware that I can't just drop classes every time I don't get along with a prof, but if you had to sit through this guy's lecture and take his tests, you'd drop it too.
Haven't used this in a while, and I don't really have time to use it now. Have to be bright eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow about 8.
My existential question currently is, what will happen to me, once I don't have any more college classes to take. When I get all the way to the top, the creme de la creme, the doctorate, what then?
Will I get all I've wanted? The man, the kids, the house, the dog, the private practice?
My Jiminy Cricket is telling me that now is not the time to think on this. He says now is the time for working, not worrying. But, that this second is the time for sleeping, and not blogging.
And gosh-darnnit! I'm going to listen to him.
