February 12, 2012

This week is really not going to be that fun to write about.

I've started to train my brain.
Bare with me.
Early this week I finally got the chance to go to bed at a normal time instead of my insane night owl schedule that I'm usually at. I was in bed by midnight which pretty much never happens and I was so excited to sleep and I was also really tired. Three hours later, I was still really tired but I was also just very annoyed because I had yet to fall asleep. I really had just laid there for three hours unable to fall asleep. Then I remembered something from my psychology class last year on how you can teach your brain that your bed means sleep and nothing else by never doing anything else in bed other than sleeping. I'm horrible at this. I do my homework in bed, I eat in bed and I read in bed. No wonder my brain doesn't know that it's time to sleep when I lay down at night. That all changed this week. I've been very careful to do my hw at my desk, eat at my desk or out in the kitchen and to read on our love seat or somewhere totally not my bed. Has it worked? We'll find out tomorrow when I try to go to sleep early tonight in order to wake up in time for my 7:45 chem lab.

That's another thing that has been driving me crazy this week. Chemistry. We have so much work in that class and this week was extra bad because we had an exam to pile on top of our normal work load. I feel as if fate is tempting me. Specially with what I just said last week about loving chemistry. I honestly spent the whole week studying. I had many 9am-12am and beyond days full of just studying chemistry and trying to finish my huge stats project (we got a 99) which was due Friday and all my other classes and social life with friends. It's hard work being a human being.

Doesn't help that I also had another mini life crisis. I love science, I really do but it's the same old problem I've always had with life. Having to choose one thing to run with the rest of my life. I can't just make that kind of commitment! My tastes change! What if I want to do English? It would be kind of really amazing to be an editor. I still want to run that cafe with my friend or maybe try at animation again. Art is still cool, right? See my problem here?
I just need to get over it, and keep moving forward. I'm going to be in school forever if I keep switching my major and I know I can always go back and try something else if I really want to. But let's be honest, I don't have the money to do that.

Funny thing, money, because I just lost another fifty dollars the other night because I got my car booted. Again.
I was over at my old roommate Mary's apartment which actually technically is also my old apartment which was weird to see now that it's exactly the same but different. I guess in the year that I've been gone, North Gate has gotten specific visitor parking spots that they actually enforce. They never did that when I lived there and I know this because it always annoyed me that I had to park forever away from my door because of all the stupid visitors that would be there until curfew. Well, now I am one of those stupid visitors. After a really fun night of playing games with Mary, Heather and Steven, I walked out to my car to see, yet again, another warning taped to my door saying 'Don't drive! Your car has been booted, you idiot!' I think these warnings now haunt my dreams. I might even have little strokes when I see flyers under my windshield wipers because at first glance I fear they might be a boot warning.

Positives of this week, even though it was so busy and I wanted to die half of the time, I found some time to do some of those things that make life wonderful and keep you from killing yourself. Yup, I baked some bread. I have this amazing recipe for challah and I swear it is the best bread ever. Them jewish bakers know what's up.


It really didn't last very long in our apartment and I'm making another loaf for tonight since we're having an apartment dinner and inviting some other people over.

I also drew a picture of Michael Fassbender for one of my friends. He's her favorite actors and loves him more than I do, if you can even believe that (and believe me, it is possible).

And to top it all off, I read Catching Fire. Really, I read that in about three days. I'd finally given in and decided to finish reading the Hunger Games trilogy since I had read the first one and then stopped never going on to number two or three. I don't remember why I didn't go on, but after re-reading the first one this semester I couldn't stop. I needed to get Catching Fire and Mockingjay. Well, the moment I made that decision, all the stores around us suddenly did not have Catching Fire in stock any more. They hand plenty of Hunger Games and plenty of Mockingjay but no Catching Fire. Which sucked for me. But thanks to some amazing people. aka the person I drew the picture for, I was able to get my hands on a copy and I ate it up.

And that was my week. Full of bread, both in the literal sense and the 'oh my gosh Katniss you better get with Peeta not Gale-the-idiot or else I'm going to climb into this book and kill you' way.