10.16.2010

We are compelled to do what we must do, we are compelled to do what we have been forbidden...

So, lately, when I get 7 or 8 hours of sleep I am more tired the next day than when I get 5.  That doesn't make sense to me.  I mean, I'm tired either way, but for whatever reason the last couple weeks I'm groggier when I get more sleep.  Maybe I am just interrupting my sleep cycle at a weird time when that happens and then I never recover.  I don't know.  I should get sleeping pills again, maybe that would help.

I'm not really in that good of a mood right now.  Sorry.  I'm a little bit cranky.  Too much to do in not enough time makes me crabby.  I am a procrastinator and I am not self-motivated at all.

I slept in late today, because I didn't get  back to my apartment until 3 AM.  I spent the day yesterday with my lovely boyfriend, and then went to my parents for a little bit.

I really enjoy sleeping.  I get to forget about life and everything for 6-8 hours of the day.  I don't have to think about anything or do anything or be anyone.

This is a short, lame blog post.

10.09.2010

In all these twisted thoughts, I see Jesus there, in between...

Today I am cleaning, because my friend Cara is coming over for dinner.  That means that in a little while I will also be cooking.  Scary.  But inviting her over for dinner was a great way to get to know one of my lovely new friends, and also a way to force me to clean my crap up.  So it was a win-win!

I injured myself slightly.  I scraped up my calf because I fell through a rubbermaid container.  Yes.  Through it.  I needed to fix the slightly broken blinds on my window, and instead of going and getting my step stool that I got because I am too short to reach anything important, I decided I would just stand on the rubbermaid container that was filled with clothes.  It apparently was not full enough to support my weight, and the lid broke, and I fell all over the place.  It was hilarious.  And now I need some duct tape.

I just burned my hand on some hot soup, and it hurts.

I just purchased my first Dashboard Confessional album.  This seems like a monumental thing, like I should celebrate and have a party or something.  But instead I'm going to listen to it while I clean.  That is almost the same, because when I clean, a lot of dancing and hopping around happens.  True story.

Well, it's time for me to shower, sweep, figure out what I'm cooking, and then grocery shop, and then cook.  Lots to do.  Laterz.

10.04.2010

I'm not too sure that I want it to be this way...

I was going to spend the time I had between work and bible study by cleaning my extremely messy apartment.  Instead what I did is practice my songs.  Today Josh, my friend and lead guitarist in the greatest band ever produced by the city of Sheldahl, texted me and asked if I'd play a few songs for an open mic night event at Grandview University here in Des Moines.  It's tomorrow.  I said yes.  I'm nervous.

Now, I'm obviously wasting time blogging.  I promise it will be fast, because I am going to go and practice some more, and then go to bed, because it is actually quite late for me to be up.  I am trying to get used to running on less sleep though, because there is always so much I want to do and never enough time to do it.  Actually it has less to do with time and more to do with procrastination and lack of motivation, which is why my apartment is such a disaster.

I need a job where I can work at night and sleep in the day.  That is how my body wants to work.

This is the end of this post.

Mara