untitled.

i've been stuck in a rut the past couple of days.
homework level is about the same as when the weekend started, which will make for an early monday morning.
school motivation level is climbing the senioritis scale with each class.
i have become an absolute sucker for cookiedough.

really, it all started on friday.  but the beginning and escalation (of the rut) are a little blurry.  friday, i started taking naps.  sleep has been avoiding me, lately, avoiding me the way i avoid going outside in a blizzard. {thank goodness for the blue skies this entire week - i can't think of anything that could have made me happier!}  but these were not intentional naps, not in the least.  each nap started with homework and ended with my phone ringing several hours later.  waking up in the dark and realizing it's time for dinner is a little disconcerting, especially when the line-up of readings and article summaries is exponentially multiplying.

friday night predicted the start to a fabulous weekend {despite the strange sleep schedule}.  however, the weekend never seem to really start.

this week, i'm going to try to finish all of my homework by friday, in order to have a more fulfilled weekend.

i'm going to choose which biographies to tackle this semester.
i'm going to try out the idea of responsible napping.


i started this post with the intention of writing about friday night.
and ended up splattering all that above - it's my apparent default.  there's something i want to write about, but to spare myself the awkward, the confession, or (goodness gracious) the sillyness, i write about goals.

this week i'm going to change. . .
one thing that i think will work better. . . 
i have a little goal. . . 


to estimate, i think those phrases show up on this record more than any other.  they are my default and-it-came-to-pass phrases.

away with that!

friday night:
that's right: i straightened my hair to watch a jazz game.
basketball, pizza, peanut m&m's, frozen yogurt, majority-rule gendered segregation, cow imitations, smurffing, and a music-fest.

my kind of fun {other than the basketball game - did i know what was going on? not in the slightest}.