I AM happy

It’s spring. It’s nice out. I don’t want to study. I don’t know why I thought it would be smart to take a condensed college course during spring. I should be following the not so secret message in the words: spring break. Instead, I have a midterm in a silly business math course in a few days that will be harder than I’m anticipating. I should be studying for that.

Instead I am

1. Making homemade pasta with homemade pasta sauce
2. Buying a picture frame for a 3 year belated Mother’s Day present for my Mum
3. Thinking about making microwave popcorn
4. Playing with my camera’s remote and also with Photoshop
5. Browsing new wordpress themes
6. Helping the boyfriend design a website for a friend of his
7. Thinking about movies I’d like to be watching… right now.
8. Wondering if there’s any Twilight fan fiction out there that I’d be interested in reading After a quick google, I can tell there definitely is not.
9. Thinking about ordering the new Jamie Oliver cookbook… I don’t own any of his other cookbooks but I also don’t know why I wouldn’t, so maybe I should. Is what I’m saying.
10. Contemplating whether or not reading the rest of “In Defense of Food” and eating microwave popcorn (it’s organic) would be incongruous and give me bad dreams. Maybe only if I put that Kernels “dill pickle” flavour on it.

So… I’m going to go do one of the many things that don’t involve studying. Is that really a surprise?

You know you may update your blog too infrequently when the url is no longer in your browser cache. That’s awkward. I’m glad I got that out in the open though.

The last month in a nutshell: finished an accounting course, got an A+, went to Honolulu, came back to winterland, went back to work, drama ensued, started another accounting course, more drama ensued, wished I was still in Hawaii, started to update my blog. The end. Effectively.

I have reoccurring dreams now. They’ve started just in the last two or three months. They aren’t scary-spooky, but are frightening enough. In the same way that unrequited love is scary. The story that starts out as a romantic comedy but turns into a psychological thriller. Analogies are misleading!

Despite constant physical and mental exhaustion, I should make a vow to blog less infrequently because it really is fun (to anonymously make people angry with my opinions).

Back to unrequited love though, because I find the topic interesting. It seems so 18th century, and yet what could be more enduring? Really? Why else would Jane Austen novels continue to be so popular? There are elements of unrequited love in the Twilight series when Bella thinks she’s not good enough for Edward’s love (oh yeah, in the last four weeks I’ve also read the entire Twilight series (ok, that only took one weekend)). Geeks! They are all about unrequited love. Case in point: Freaks and Geeks was based almost entirely on the theme of unrequited love (my argument is flawlessly weak). What am I trying to say? I don’t know. One of my favourite rss feeds to read while I’m eating my lunch at my desk, pondering my next step in tumultuous-drama-land (i.e. NOT-Hawaii) is Dear Old Love. There’s more  angsty-after-love going on there than unrequited love. I’ve been tempted to make a submission, but I’ve had no “old loves” in a long time… and a bit longer, even then.  Maybe I can inspire myself.

• I’m sorry the words that ended us were on my blog, but the months of yelling did nothing to push you away.
• I spent the two best summers of my life with you and still think about our debaucherous plots. I miss them.
• I didn’t have any feelings for you until you told me you wished we’d never met.
• It took me five years to meet someone exactly like you, but more durable.

I am going to regret this, but I’m not going to delete it.