Roarrrrrrrr

I am so sick of the noise here.

It’s loud at night when I’m trying to sleep, it’s loud in the morning when I get back from my first class and I want to work, it’s loud for most of the time I’m in my room.

Some people just don’t know how to shut up.

And I’m sick of being the girl who always asks them to quiet down, aka the bitch.

At least I only have a few weeks left here with these ridiculous people.

Mmm yes I feel like a bitch right now.

Today’s list

1. I looked out the window before going to class today but did not remember to bring my umbrella.

2. I managed to give myself a cut with my fingernail.  Too much calcium?  It’s not even a cut.  I gouged out a piece of skin!

3. I am turning into a bitter old woman at the age of 19.

4. Valentine’s concert for University Chorus tonight is not really helping my mood.

5. Berkeley goggles.  Got ‘em bad.  I think I’ve been in denial until now.

I still remember when love was enough

So this ridiculously long winter break is driving me somewhat insane.  I know I should be glad that I get so much time off, but I feel like my brain is rotting away as I watch hours of Discovery and Food Network.  Seriously, I’m not a big tv person but this break was just…something else.

Anyway, my point is that too much free time gives me too much time to let my mind wander and think too much.  I overanalyze the stupidest things, I create alternate scenarios in my mind, and I daydream about possible futures.  It’s pretty stupid and frustrating, and almost always ends up with me being unsatisfied with how things are right now.

I guess my thing of the year should really be trying to find a way to be content with what life gives me at the moment.  This doesn’t mean that I won’t try and make things better for myself, but I shouldn’t be constantly thinking “what if” or “why didn’t I” or anything of that nature.  I realize that this is a pretty lofty goal for me, but I’m going to keep at it for the sake of my sanity, well-being, and happiness.

But there are certain things that I can’t fix on my own.  I’ll leave that up to time.

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I just read my horoscope for today.

“Focusing on one relationship is really not a good idea.  Spread the love.”

Hah.  I guess it’s the kick in the butt I need.

Maturity

When I was little, I made sure to name all of my stuffed animals.  I was never very creative though, so I ended up with names like Teddy, Bunny Wunny, Olliphant, Oinker, Bear Bear, and other embarrassing things.  But as I got older, my naming abilities didn’t improve very much.  A lion I pulled out of the garage a few years back became Juan Ponce de León.  Yeah, like the Spanish conquistador.  A little white bear became Snowball.  Okay, maybe that one isn’t so bad.

So what does this have to do with anything?  Well, for Christmas this year I received two extremely adorable stuffed animal sheep, one black and one white.  My brother saw them and asked me what I named them.  Rather uninspired at the time (my brain doesn’t work during vacation!) I told him they were Moofy and Poofy, but that those names were temporary.

Things don’t really change much, do they?

My mom thinks my brother and I act ten years younger than our age once we get home from school.