I am pooped. And that, is why I haven’t been blogging on here lately. Well, that, and I haven’t had proper internet on my laptop for awhile. Admittedly, I do blog on the Tumblr quite often, but that’s only because of 3G.
I hate writing in complete sentences because it reminds me of work, and I am not used to it anymore. Plus, I seem to think in ellipses, and if I can’t use them, then, well.
How am I supposed to express myself?!
I found out that I actually really like keeping house. I KNOW. That sounds absolutely ridiculous and incredibly boring (just like all the adjectives I’m using), but, seriously. There is something quite rewarding about finishing the curtains on my windows and finding out that I did them WRONG and doing them again only to find out that there’s yet another way to do them that looks EVEN BETTER. Thanks IKEA, for not having instructions. That’s right, some of us do use them.
Once in awhile, I’ll also splurge on a really cute mint green three dollar tray. Adorbs! And absolutely pointless at this time. It’s okay, I know I will find a use for it in the future. #storyofapackrat
Speaking of uses, I have established a “Mary Poppins Box”, where I put all my random items that have no specific function at the moment but have potential for craft projects. I’m pretty excited. Except that I’m often too indecisive for any creative inkling to go anywhere, because, shoot, should I pick red, or green? Red, or…
And then I toss up my hands in despair– Ahh! I will do it later.
So Mom comments today about TAKING ACTION over the dinner table as I ate my yummy Peking Duck which is so good that it reminds me that GOD IS REAL. Evolution obviously did not create this super delicious piece of meat for me to eat. I mean, duh, right? Anyway, that aside, Mom was saying that I should just ask a lot of professors if they can write letters of recommendation for me because I won’t be losing anything and the only way I can find out is if I ask. Brilliant. I know, it’s obvious, but generally the sheer possibility of failure moves me into a state of inertia (Did you see that? Moves, inertia, yes, in the same sentence). Father says I think too much, think too much, and then I get my mind all jumbled up into thought and nothing happens. This is true as well. The daunting task of applying to graduate school without complete knowledge of the subject means that I always feel like I cannot make any moves until I have completely and thoroughly researched the topic. This is how it always is. I go to the store, and if I’m by myself and therefore will not feel humiliated by my OCD tendencies, I will want to buy something and then hesitate because– how many ounces is it? Is it worth it? Is this one cheaper? Can I buy it cheaper online? What’s the safest– on and on and on. It means that I bought my nice, favoritest, camera my freshman year of college– after months of research until I knew digital cameras backwards and forwards. I know what you’re thinking. Kill me now. It also means that when I was in the UK and was looking for a hat (because it’s cold enough that I will give in to wearing a hat), I went into every single store in the city center mall and tried on all the roundish hats. I found the perfect one eventually. After like, a day. And even after I found the perfect one, I had to leave it so I could go into all the other stores to make sure it was really the one I wanted. This is all fine and dandy when you have all the time in the world, and it’s also great to avoid buyer’s remorse, but with something as vast as the topic of graduate school, the volume of potential information I would have to consume in order to feel like I was making a good decision leaves me, well, reaching for my iPhone in search of respite in the form of Tiny Sheep.
And what I meant to blog about can be summed up in an analogy.
Nice notebook : Good notes :: Cute apartment : Cleanliness