random thoughts

Monday, October 31, 2011

Sometimes I have too much going on to really make a detailed to-do list.

- Buy food
- Do laundry
- Organize my life
Favorite costume of the day: 2-foot tall child dressed from hat to boots as the UPS delivery man, complete with package. So realistic, he tossed the box around class all day and forgot to bring it anywhere.
If I could hold everything in my head at once, maybe I would have to apologize less for forgetting things.
But also, maybe my head would explode.
Just saying.
If I had one small wish, I would wish to be really good at everything without exerting any effort. Where is the challenge in that? you might ask.
Well, who asked you?
I wish my homework had the same features as Pandora does. Like once I've ignored it for more than twenty minutes it asked, "Are you still there?"
Sometimes I get upset with people when they send mixed messages, but I have to realize that I do the same thing. Earlier today I was convinced that my printer was broken, and just now I figured out the problem-- I was trying to reprint page 12 while I had set the settings to "Print odd pages only." Awareness is the first step.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

I really hope it's possible to find someone you're crazy about who doesn't make you actually insane.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

If I am to believe that The One is out there and just looking to find me then what is "he" up to? I'm going to be mad if this is all being delayed because of fantasy football.

Friday, October 28, 2011

I wish there were less songs about passion and more about productive time management. I could use the inspiration.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Grad school means worrying about getting both gray hair and lice.
Even if someone says it, I have a hard time believing anybody thinks I'm perfect.
That's my one flaw.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Some days, nobody knows me like my Pandora.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Halloween dog costume parade = happiest day of the year.
So many exciting decorations, unhappy dogs and ridiculous people.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Living with a medical student helps me put things in perspective:

Hey, how was your day?
I'm so stressed out, I have one million projects and have to plan therapy still. How was yours?
I performed my first gynecological exam.

I'm going to bed.
When I am forced to be incredibly productive (by having too many things to do for the amount of time and brainspace available), my body tries to catch up with my mind activity by eating as much as possible. So helpful.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

I have a love/hate relationship with studying at Panera.

Love:
bread bowls
free wifi
temperature controlled environment

Hate:
being forced to buy things
everyone in Panera and their loud stupid conversations

Maybe I should start going to the library.
Sometimes I have to convince myself that someone will surprise me by getting on a plane and showing up at my doorstep just to motivate me to start cleaning the apartment.
The hardest part of writing papers is trying to remember that done > perfect. Also how many candy pumpkins do I have to eat for this paper to write itself? Because they are on sale and that would be very convenient.

Friday, October 14, 2011

There is something about being awake at 5:30 am when I don't need to be that makes me want to shout at the top of my lungs until everyone else is up. Insomnia loves company.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Talking to the insurance company on the phone is complicated. It's important to say be direct, stay calm but still throw in a few profanities to let them know you're serious.
A direct quote: "I'm just wondering why I'm paying you every month to cover my supplies if you're not responding to the supplier's fax to get authorization. I mean, I got a call from them saying they can't ship it because they haven't heard from you and all I can answer is, what the hell?"
Yes, Kevin, I'm happy to hold again.
I've been having one of those walk into a restaurant and immediately knock all the silverware off the table/almost go into the shower still wearing socks kind of days.
I love songs that just ring true while being completely irrelevant to my life:

It's time to get a gun
That's what I've been thinking

I could afford one
If I did just a little less drinking.
(Miranda Lambert)
Only in America do we pay extra money to be dragged along in outdated transportation to the fields to do our own manual labor on a weekend. Yay for hayrides and apple picking!
Sometimes in life you just have to find the things that make you smile and hold them close. Even if that means possibly stealing a teddy bear-sized folding chair.
Being professional means trying not to look surprised when a child jumps into your lap to straddle-hug you while at the same time not getting close enough to get lice.
Being a girl means knowing you're better off not being in contact with someone while hoping they call and trying not to text them.

Monday, October 10, 2011

When I get overwhelmed with school and work responsibilities, I focus my attention on boy drama. Instead of reading articles and creating lesson plans, I am listening to all of Maroon 5 and checking my phone repeatedly.
The hardest part of first dates is the balance between "be yourself" and "act normal." It's a fine line between quirky and incredibly strange.
Over the last few weeks, all of my ex-boyfriends have contacted me to get together when they're in town (separately). I take this as a sign that: I am still friends with people who were important to me in relationships, I am such a good friend that people want to keep in touch, and I need to work on being harder to get over.

Thursday, October 06, 2011

Flattery will get you anywhere. Except Costco. And through airport security.
When I'm struggling with decisions in life, I turn to Pandora to send me a sign. And then I give thumbs downs until it's right.
Sometimes it's hard for me to accept reasonable things. Like, it doesn't help to dwell on the past and if I always end up fast forwarding through all of the songs, maybe I should just stop watching Glee.

Wednesday, October 05, 2011

I have learned that when everything starts to feel as dramatic as it did in seventh grade, the best thing to do is go straight to bed.

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

The problem with sick days is that I don't feel good enough to enjoy all of the things I'm not doing.
Professionalism: restraining yourself from telling parents that their baby is hot.
Even if it's true.
According to Einstein, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
But also, maybe it'll work this time?
My friend uses her blog to post requests for presents she would like people to send her.
This seems like a selfish way to use creative space, but also can it hurt for people to know that I love getting flowers any time and really would like a teapot?
And also that a person should check with my brother if he's already getting me a teapot because I told him to but sometimes he forgets about my need for kitchen items.
I know that autumn means that The Cold is coming, but I can't help my strong love of crunchy colorful leaves and the return of candy corn.
 
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