Residuals of a Cluttered Existence

I cannot sleep.

All I do now is eat sugar.

I don't ever want to do homework...sometimes out of sheer principle.

I really like 30 Rock.

Tonight, I spent a lot of time on Tumblr...I still don't get how it works.

I haven't been eating a good breakfast lately. Perhaps this is why I eat so much sugar.

I really enjoy advising freshmen on their schedules. I feel like I can live vicariously through them. Then I feel ashamed and wonder how much my kids will hate me someday.

Sometimes I wonder how much of a "reflection" of a person a blog actually is.

I don't watch Glee.

I do not want to live with 7 other women ever again. I sincerely wonder how the Duggars do it all.

I think I am becoming more ok with whatever vocational decision I will make...whenever that time comes.

When I write, I feel like I am being stifled. Like I am hitting some glass ceiling of expression when I write. And maybe someday, I will be able to tear open the cloth, breathe air into my lungs, and think clearly. Then write about it.

I had never heard of Bernini til today. I think he is more talented than Michelangelo. Why have I not heard of him before?

Today, I had lunch with an author. He was a pretty cool, laid-back guy. He basically said to keep reading and writing. I feel like I agree with that.

Today, Lauren and I discussed the beauty of popular fiction and the ails of the literary canon. Eek.

Sometimes I wonder what really constitutes "autobiography." Is this list autobiographical? What makes anything autobiographical? Displaying my indecision and cluttered brain space?

I like mischievous adults. I would like to be one.

I haven't really cooked in a while. Like--REALLY cooked. I need to get on that.

I feel like my life is going somewhere I'll never even begin to imagine. And I think that's kinda cool.

It's ok to just do whatever. I need to accept that more easily. Thank you for your letter, Katie; you always set me straight.

More tossing and turning, coming right up!

A Vortex of Confusion

Tumblr...

I feel like it's a really cool inside joke that I just don't understand.

Either that, or it's my ADD's worst nightmare.

It makes me feel as ignorant as trying to use my Mac in an office of English majors.

I'm just not cool and informed enough for this stuff. I feel like a grandma who says, "Back in my day, when we had DOS and floppy disks..." Oh, Internet. How far you've come!

P.S. Secret vocation...computer analyst Chloe O'Brien on 24.

NERD ALERT!