I have been utterly unmotivated for the past two weeks or so. There isn't anything to watch on television, and the only reason I know that is because it has been on far too much lately.
I am so frazzled by nothing (I really have no idea what is making me freak out like this) that I began gently opening a rose to make it nice and puffy and ended up damn near mangling it.
Tomorrow I vow not to spend excessive amounts of time in my room. I will get up, go to class, camp out in the library for a while, eat some lunch, go to more classes, go back to camping out in the library, meet the boy for dinner, and go to the artist talk at the gallery. Then perhaps I'll start on these papers...
I'm starting to feel less like a 3.8 student and more like a 3.5 or a 3.2. I feel like I'm not accomplishing anything. Why is that? I haven't done any homework since Thursday. I worked ahead to free up my valentine's weekend. Is that why I feel so lazy? Because I've been watching tv and refreshing my facebook page all since I got back to school? I've read 15 pages of a 383 page book that I have to turn a paper in on next week. JOYJOYJOY.
I "proposed" to Michael on Friday. I gave him a rosary and asked him to convert. 'Cause lets just be frank here: I love him. A lot. And I want to marry him in the Catholic church. So why not let him be a part of it too?
He said yes :)
I feel like I'm getting ahead of myself a little. Already planning marriage? How old am I again? Well...Its not that I'm rebelling or anything, or looking to drop out of school or whatnot. I just am not that interested most of the things that people my age are doing. So many people are drinking illegally and partying and getting tattoos and crap. They like to go to the club, I like to go to the movies. They like to drink mixed drinks and almost die, I like to splurge on a Dr. Pepper or a Coke...mmm.
I guess maybe I'm too told for myself! That's okay though. Michael is too old for himself either. We can be old together before we even get old together. Hah.
I have these moments of uncontained crazy. Like Michael will allude to something having to do with marriage. Hold on to my ring finger or something crazy like that. Then I go off and ask him things like, "Is it too soon to have a wedding notebook???" shhh please. Don't answer that. It will draw attention to the crazy.
It snowed Friday. I loved it! Epic snow as far as this state goes. I didn't really get to play in it, so I just watched it like an awkward 7th grader watches a hot high school football player. I did have to watch the slow and steady melting. Ouch. All that white fluffy goodness just disappearing...I got a good snow angel photo though. And a couple of the trees around the house and the back porch. No snow men though. Boo :/
My Arabic studies are going....slowly...and steadily?
Hey. I have things to do. Learning a language I'm not taking a class for is a bit difficult and time consuming. Leave me alone. I have finally finished the alphabet. from ا to ي.
Valentine's Day was fan-freaking-tastic. It put me up a few more points on the crazy I-need-to-marry-Michael scale. Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. Yah. Expensive. YAH.
I would write on this thing more often if I actually had enough interesting things to write about.
Peace, Love, and Pudd'n Pops
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