Fancy that

Today was much better.

I'm not as sick as I was yesterday (intense nyquil doses perhaps? Or it might have been the lack of anything that I did yesterday and all the rest.)

So if you haven't noticed, there's a fancy-schmancy lil banner up top! Made just for yall in "Paint" (because my Photoshop is on the fritz).

Tomorrow I'm retaking the SAT and I'm hopefully going to do much better this time. Not that last time was awful (1110 or something) but this time I want at least a 1200. AT LEAST. Come on, I can coerce that out of the College Board.) So I'm going to bed down to get more sleep than I did last time. Because honestly, Brandy and I went to bed at about 1:45 that night. We were in bed at about 11, but, come on guys. Girls talk. You can't expect anything less.

Here's hoping.

(send me luck and caffeinated thoughts, please.)

Change is sometimes inevitable.

Okay, so I changed my blog's title.

I figured that it was time for a change (and a byline to go with that change) because I realized that when I came up with the title "Blank Parchment" I was sitting there going... "Uh... erhm... unh... That sounds good!" and since blogging was such a new concept to me (hence 'blank') I figured it works. But know what? It doesn't work now. Since this is like my 144th post or something, it's not so blank.

So thus, my blog is now "Just One of Those Days". I mean, we all have them. Good days, bad days, up days, down days, (sideways days?), and those days that are just unimportant to your overall existance.

I realized while I was snuggled up in my bed that as much as I love to write, I can't seem to find the right motivation to. And then I realized: Wait a minute. I write every day. I write to you I write about my day, about my experiences, and I create an image that makes up me, makes up my mind, that gives me a soap box (short as it is), and that gives me a chance to unload a day's happenings.

I realize that life isn't going to get less complicated, but it'll change.

Yaaay I feel like shit!

Actually, that's kind of how I feel right now.

I have a cold thing. I don't even know what it is, but my nose is stuffy and my mind is fuzzy. Plus, (tee hee) I took NyQuil this morning... so everything is about 10x more funny than it should be.

So I'm just sitting here in desktop giggling at the most dumb stuff. But then I'll get really depressed and sick-feeling the next moment.

An actual conversation earlier this morning:

Me: "I feel like shit, I don't want to be here and I want to go home."
Kevin (who sit's next to me in my desktop class) "Wow Stef. Don't hold back your feelings. Tell us how you really feel."

Tee hee hee.

I get to go home in half an hour. Then I'm going to crawl under my covers and sleep for the rest of today.

Yay.

Heaven... ahh...

So I have just put heaven on my FEET.

I went on a bit of a shopping trip to target (and michael's!) for some stuff for a dance performance... and just because I felt like I wanted to spend money on something other than yarn and coffee. And I was perusing the shoes for some flats that are part of our costume when I saw them... (Angels did, indeed chorus)

Now, they look soft in the picture...

They are SOFTER in real life.

Ahhh... And they were $4!!!!!!

My life is complete.

So... yeah...

I have nothing real to say. (In that case, I guess everything I say should be fake if you take that phrase literally.)

I had another lazy day. Brandy slept over at my house, and we (well, I) spent time looking at knitting patterns. She, stubborn as she is, picked up a crochet hook and started to learn how to crochet out of my Stitch N' Bitch Crochet book (voulez vous crochet avec moi?). Needless to say, I am a little jealous because she just took to that hook like a duck to water. Of course, it gives me every reason to now start calling her a hooker. (ha ha ha).

I read another book this afternoon, then went downstairs and had some of my mom's delicious turkey soup. I could live off of that stuff. The only annoying thing about it is that it has whole peppercorns in it, which gives it flavor but is annoying when you pick it up in the rest of your soup and bite it. They become a little hot when you bite 'em.

Then I watched tv for four hours (two of them were a movie) and now I'm blogging.

So you see, it's been overall a good day. A good book, a good movie, and then some good soup.

You know what I realized? I have a lot to say, but not a lot of patience when I'm writing/blogging about it to say it. Becuase I have a million mph brain and about a 60 wpm typing skill.

1,000,000 mph /3600 wph = 277.78 mw/h

Fast, but not fast enough.

Brr... the sequel!

Okay, so I just emerged from my bed and it's six pm. Yay!

This morning I marched in a parade to collect toys for kids who don't have parents/can't afford them for christmas. And I had a grand 'ole time. Granted, it was freezing. Weather.com (which I tend to check religiously when winter comes around. "Will it freeze today? Awwwww... No. Again.") said "45 degrees. Feels like 37."

Um. BRR.

I was outside from about 10 until noon. And I was all bundled up. I wore tights underneath my jeans. And long socks. And about six shirts. And a hat. And a sweatshirt. AND THEN a rain coat. (And gloves.) And even through all of that, when I crawled into my bed at about half past noon it took me three hours to defrost.

I was reading a book. And by that point, I was completely engrossed in the book that I figured, what the hell, just stay in bed until you finish the book.

And I just did. I love when books end because the ending usually gives me the warm fuzzies inside. I think I might go downstairs and warm up some dinner and then start reading another book.

Maybe I'll even turn the fire on!!!

Dare to dream