Monday, December 21, 2009


Has it really been nearly a week?!

I'm happy, and a little sad, to report that my last four or five days have been gloriously lazy.  Not just lazy, fantastically, magically, amazingly, gloriously lazy!  I'd go on with the adverbs, but I think you get my point.  I've done absolutely nothing... okay, almost nothing.  I've played a lot of World of Warcraft, I've written two freelance articles, and I've gamed with my husband.  Other than just day to day behavior --cooking, showering-- I've done almost nothing of substance and I've loved it!

Then, today, feeling a little bit guilty I re-read what I wrote last time about my freelance goals.  I realized that while I'm going to pursue them, I need to do it in my own time, and feeling guilty isn't going to bring the last few unproductive days back.  I also realized that I wouldn't want it too.  It's been nice to just do nothing for a while, to just forget (or ignore) my concerns for a little bit.  Two articles a day is a lot of work and this is my Christmas break!  I've just graduated, I deserve to do nothing for a while.  So, I'm going to make my dedication to freelance writing my new years resolution and just enjoy myself right now.

For the time being, I can hardly believe that it's almost Christmas!  Where the heck has the year gone?!  I wish I knew and in the same breath, I'm glad it's almost gone.  For all it's good points, 2009 has been a tumultuous year, filled with all sorts of ups and downs not only for me, but also for my family.  Good ridden to 2009, I'm looking forward to 2010 with much promise for a better year.  Let it not be disappointing and difficult like this year has been.

Of course, 2010 means one thing for me: grad school!  Then grad school means just one thing:  total subconscious meltdown.  I know, that doesn't make a lot of sense so I'll explain.  For the last two nights, I've had the strangest dreams.  It started two nights ago when I dreamt that one of the classes I'm taking in the spring semester, Dr. C's class "Comparative Lit: Bad Girls of Western Lit," had something like 100 students.  The class room was huge, the desks were arranged in long, crescent-shaped, curving rows.  There were only three seats open, but one of them had absolutely everyone's coats piled on it, so Melanie and I couldn't sit together.  Then, at the class's break, Melanie and I went to her house and she was living in the same place I lived when Matt and I lived at TSTC years ago.  We barely made it back to class on time and when we got there, the whole room was full and we had to stand up.  It was terribly humiliating.

Then, last night, I dreamt that I got into graduate school in Paris.  When I went, I kept in constant communication with my favorite professor, Dr. Y, but my classes were brutal and the professors didn't like me.  There were hundreds of students in each class and I didn't speak much French so I was constantly mocked.  The thing is, it wasn't Paris, even though it was.  There was the school campus, which was distinctly not European, and then over the long fence around the school was something that looked like a combination of this and this (click the links, they pop up as pictures!!).  The first is London from Sweeney Todd, the second is an image from Icecrown, a zone in World of Warcraft.  My mind is clearly very screwed up.

So, while I get some R&R, my brain isn't but I don't care as long as it's only manifesting itself as weird dreams.  Truth be told, they sort of amuse me, even though I wake up fairly confused.  Anyway, I hope y'all have an amazing Christmas, though I'll probably write again before then.  Matt and I are going to my in-laws for lunch, but we won't be gone long because I don't want to leave Anakin alone that long.  I'm still not 100% comfortable with his health for long periods of time and he has serious separation anxiety.  If you've sent me email recently, I apologize for not getting back to you.  Email hasn't been one of those things I've been doing while I laze around, but I'll be certain to get back to you at some point in the near future.  Ditto with blogs.  For now, there's dinner to make.  Good night!