Tuesday Morning

One of my favorite personal pastimes is sitting on the floor writing in my notebook. Obviously I'm not writing in my journal now, but I am sitting on the floor. I've been in my bed all morning and I decided a change of pace would be nice. 
I woke up 45 mins before my alarm went off and it's only 9:07. It feels like it should be 12 by now! 

So far, this morning, I have managed to take goofy pictures of myself, decided to skip class ( its the last week before finals and we are watching a video..), get on facebook, get on pintrest, workout (shocking! I know! I found an easy ab workout on pintrest and since I was feeling lazy decided to give it a go.), and now here I am; sitting on the floor, putting my thoughts out there in cyberspace, oh and listening to George Strait (Don't judge me!). 


I know its been awhile, Thanksgiving has come and gone. I had a great break. The last couple of days, went by too fast though. Now that Thanksgiving is out of the way, we can focus on Christmas!!!!!! 
Ok, I'm not that excited.. 

It's hard to believe that this semester is basically over. All semester I've been waiting for this, and now that its here, I feel like it snuck up on me. However, the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. Yesterday I turned in my final research paper (for this semester). I know I'm speaking for a whole butt load of people when I say that I'll be glad when I get my gen ed credits out of the way and I can start on my Lit classes. After next semestre I should be able to start taking those. 

Now that I have bored you to tears... It's now 9:21. 
I almost feel motivated to clean or do something drastically productive. This is bad. Call the Preist! 

pointless??

OK blogger.. today i started to write my book.
at first it was going good. i filled up a whole page, and then direction i was going in was like stupid. it was ordinary and expected. so i started two more times and they were OK. i think I'm going to take parts from all three and start again and see where that takes me.

i have to say its not as easy as it looks. I'm starting to think maybe a short story is the way to go.. maybe. for some reason i haven't ever really liked short stories. idk. i thought i knew what i wanted this story to be but now i see that there are a million ways to go and a million more ways to mold the characters to my liking :) obviously it makes me feel ungodly powerful!

i feel tired but its only like nine thirty and if i tried to go to bed Vanna would flip. SO. let me tell you about my day.. the short story .. Lol.
print club decorated a rest home, and if i may say so it was really fun. old PPl kinda freak me out cause they are so quite but a lot of the little old ladies were sweet and they loved the trees we but up. and the snowflakes, which were my favorite :)
then me and Rachel went to Fuji grill and to Cato's and hallmark which doesn't! have a public bathroom might i add. but the lady was sweet. she wasn't a bitch about it. she passed the blame on some other chum.. my kinda lady.


FYI: my computer is gay.
just wanted you to know that.

I'm getting bored with this.. going to watch the boob tube :)