Wednesday's Confessions

  • Last night, I dreamed that Giorgio died. I kept poking his limp little fish body with the eraser-end of a pencil, but he refused to be revived. This morning when I woke up, I was terrified to go into my living room to see if it was a nightmare or a premonition. ... He's alive. Whew. I may have an unhealthy attachment and dependency on this little fish-guy.
  • As prejudiced as I already am against the Mac and it's foolhardy, money-spending fans, I'm thinking the iPad must not be quite as cool expected. Apparently, Apple has to give them away to get people to use them. Everywhere I look or watch or listen, people are giving away iPads. The only person that I actually know who has one
    was given it.
  • I haven't been sleeping well. For, oh... about two months now. Whether this coincidentally began with the 'dreaded break up debacle' is debatable, but it's starting to stress me out. I'm consuming equivalent or lesser amounts of caffeine and my work/school schedule is kicking my butt, so sleep should be a breeze. I may have to look into this (the causes of slight-insomnia, that is) and get back to you.
  • I was thrilled (if unconvinced) yesterday when, after watching the pilot of "New Girl," someone said, "No wonder you like it. She's you!" Happy, happy day. :D
  • My Nana thinks I'm an alcoholic. After a brief lapse in sanity when I thought it would be a good idea to explain a bit about my life these days and ask some advice, upon hearing that I drink beer, she immediately began reciting accounts of people who are in drug rehab and AA meetings. After assuring her that I am, indeed, NOT an alcoholic, she asked me why I've been struggling so much lately then.
    "Have you never had a broken heart?" I asked.
    "Well, I suppose. I guess just didn't realize you were that attached to him," she replied.
    "I brought him home to meet you all, didn't I? How many other guys have had that privilege?" I asked.
    "Well, none, I suppose. Yeah, I guess you're right. It was different."
    She ended with, "Well, I hope you just acted silly enough to never want to [drink] again!"
    Right. Thanks Nana.
  • I have a precis due in class tomorrow evening on a book that I'm only half way through. This could be a long night...

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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