Creative Essay

I have to write a creative essay for my creative writing class.

We can basically write it in any format, about anything. So why is it so hard? I have no idea what to write about. Its like trying to pick between Cocoa Puffs, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and Honey Bunches of Oats.

Now I really want cereal...I think cereal would help me figure out what to write about. Maybe I should write about cereal? I'm confused. And my brain is overloaded with all the other homework I have to be doing... I just don't know.

Realization

Well, my weekend of fun in Honolulu is over, and with its ending has come this lovely realization: I am basically going to have no life for the next three weeks outside of classes, homework, and more homework!

Depressing. I'm determined to fit some beach time in there, but I have no idea when! I have a huge research paper due, a creative essay, a lit presentation, my choir concert, and final exams to study for. Not to mention packing and finishing my Christmas shopping. ACK!

My decision to not do any homework Wednesday night was not the best one... ah well, I'll get it done somehow. But I am STRESSED! In fact, I think my brain might explode!

*Sniff*

Confession...

I need to admit something. I'm homesick.

I guess it is allowed, seeing as how it is Thanksgiving. I'm sitting here in my little dorm room, listenening to Christmas music and looking at pictures of my family. Recipe for disaster, I know. But sometimes it is nice to just let yourself be sad. Its like watching "Its a Wonderful Life." You know you are going to cry, but you watch it anyway.

And yes, I did cry. But just a little.

This is my first Thanksgiving away from my family, and it (sadly) doesn't feel like Thanksgiving at all. Not the least reason for that being that it is 75 degrees outside.

I think that in addition to the whole homesick thing, I'm sad because things are changing. Every day. Every second. People get older, people move, people get married... and things can never go back to the way they were. I can never be six years old, helping make the pies for Thanksgiving, or decorating Christmas cookies. I guess I sound a little like an old woman in a nursing home.

But I just can't help thinking that I won't have another Thanksgiving for a whole year, and by then I will be a year older, and who knows what other changes will have happened. I think the holidays are a sort of way to stop the world for 24 hours, so families can just enjoy being together exactly how they are at that moment. Like a snap shot. And I guess I'm just sad that I'm missing one of those snap shots.

My Christmas playlist just switched to "Blue Christmas" by Elvis. Well family, if you read this, know that I'll have a blue Thanksgiving without you!

Well, to avoid ending on that depressing note, at least I have fun plans for Thanksgiving. It won't feel like Thanksgiving, but at least I'll be distracted.

I'm so grateful for my family.

What is this, Valentine's day?

There is a "couple" epidemic on campus... and it is making me sick. I'm all for people dating, coupling off, and getting married. But when they get all mushy in public... not okay with me.

I guess there is no way that they could know it is my pet peeve as they make out in my general direction, but really folks, have some self awareness! I'm pretty sure nobody likes that except the ones participating in it.

I think that so many people are coupling off right now for mainly two reasons. 1, We are far enough into the semester for them to be past the initial flirting stage. 2, Because it is crunch time before everyone goes home for the holidays, and they want to be able to a) tell their families about their amazing significant others, and/or b) make their ex boyfriends/girlfriends jealous.

Harsh, you say? Cynical? Well, fine. Maybe I am. I can live with that.

New Moon

Yes, I saw it.

And yes, I like Twilight. Especially the first two books. And let me just say, I loved this movie. It makes me sad that they didn't do the first movie right... because this one was GREAT!

Also... I think I may have turned over to Team Jacob. ... Sorry, Edward.

I mean, I never realized how incredibly hot it is for a big, muscley Native American to turn into a wolf! I've always been a sucker for big, beastial guys. (Hence my crush as a little girl on the Beast from Beauty and the Beast. Before he turns back into a man, obviously.)

Also, I'm sorry, but the movie Edward is NOT equal to the book Edward. Rob Pattinson does an okay job, but he portrays Edward as such a moody, depressed, brooding character.

I think I'm all for Edward in the books, but Jacob in the movies. That is not entirely based on Jacob's abs. (Only partially.) So does this make me a team Edward or a team Jacob? Well, the rational part of my brain is saying, "Who cares? Why don't you go to bed already and stop blogging about Twilight like a sixteen year old." but my other side... (irrational?) says giddily "Wow that was a GREAT movie! Lets go see it five more times in the theaters!" (Apparently my rational side is kind of mean, and my irrational side is kind of thinking I have more money than I actually do.)

Okay, I really am going to bed now.

But one last thing.... *sigh*

....and pie

So last night, I was really hungry. REALLY REALLY HUNGRY! So me and two of my friends walked to the grocery store to get some food. Once there, we decided to get taco bell, then go buy a pie to share. A third of a pie isn't that much, right? That is what we thought...

We happily munched on our taco bell, (Baha chicken chalupa, no tomatos, one order of chips and cheese, and a medium baha blast) then got our pie. It was a Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cream Pie. And for the record, yes, it was as good as it sounds.

However, we soon realized there was no way we were going to finish this pie. After eating about two-thirds of it between the three of us, we all felt so sick we wanted to die.

Now, some of you may think... "Well, duh! You just ate taco bell and a ton of freaking chocolate pie! How do you think you are going to feel?!"

I guess the siren call of the pie clouded my judgement. Ah well, I know not to do that again any time soon.

Of course... there is still that one-third of the pie left...

Pre-Homework

Yes, that's right. I'm putting off homework right now in order to write this blog entry. If you are shocked by my extreme unselfishness, well, all I can say is, you should be.

I realized something tonight. I am an expert at procrastinating. I had this realization while I was procrastinating. Coincidental! Or is it ironic? I'm too tired to tell. Maybe it is both.

Any way, as I was sitting at the computer, I decided to put some new music into my playlist, to make the essay-writing experience more pleasurable. The 120 or so songs I had on there have already been listened too many times. So I started looking up songs and adding them. I did this for almost an hour, with intermittent facebook chatting. (As a side note, facebook is the procrastinator's best friend. Or worst enemy, depending on how you look at it. Probably the latter, actually.)

At almost ten o' clock, I finally realized that I need to get down to business, or perish in the attempt.

Here is what I found: my procrastinating acts as a sort of pre-homework warm up. After I had spent all this time on seemingly unnecessary activites (homework-wise... my playlist was getting stale, after all,) I was actually better able to think of my essay topic, and get to work! Amazing.

I also figured out that I like to take breaks while I do homework... such as now.

I'll end with this cheery little tidbit: Not only have I written a good portion of my essay, I also expanded my playlist to 168! I think that calls for a huzzah!