another day another storm

It’s snowing again today and while my first instinct is to curl up with a familiar movie, cuddle the cat and drink hot chocolate, I can’t do that.

Why?

I have a French final in approximately… 4.5 hours that I haven’t studied for. So here I am, self-exiled in the University Centre until 7pm where I will go and wish I’d never decided to minor in French.

Good news: my roommates Dad hired someone to do all our snow clearing for us! Weeeoooo. No more bad backs, maybe.

I’m getting so spoiled by people doing work for me. I don’t know what I’ll do when there isn’t a hired service available for everything.

Can you chew my food for me? No? Oh darn.

Pretty sure one of my roommates feels like she has no obligations. I am not a hired service, however. I have just as many exams as you, though admittedly not in nursing, but come on. At least rinse off your effin dishes so I don’t have to wash them twice, ok.

I miss my cat.

And my Mom.

And my best friends.

I haven’t been able to fall asleep until 6am the past two nights and some people have said this is because of stress, but I haven’t been worrying nearly as much as I should be. Is the stress hiding? Is it a secret? I don’t know, maybe.

Come 3 o’clock I’m going to study straight. Start thinking ahead. After my test I will read until the roommate and I go home where I will promptly go to bed, get up early and read all day again. Then, by Saturday afternoon I’ll be over halfway done, with two English exams under my belt. I can spend Saturday afternoon working on Christmas gifts, and writing stories, and blogging about them.

Make immediate future goals that you can accomplish swiftly and feel good about.

My first piece of advice to myself.

Time to take my own advice.

Good day to you all, Happy Holidays, hope your snow storm is merry and bright.

Emma.

First post?

Hi.

I decided today while working on christmas gifts and cooking a big dinner that I wanted to talk to people but at the same time not talk to people.

A blog is a perfect way to do this, right?

I’ve started many internet journal projects in the past, and so far all of them have fallen through. I am so bad at keeping logs/journals/diaries, it isn’t even funny. I can hardly look back on myself as a 12 year old and think ‘wow i wrote complete garbage and I was a whiny brat,’ because the only self documentation available to me is a local journal/forum site, in which I had taken nearly a years leave of absence.

Admittedly, most of the journals I wrote on there in my youth were garbage.

And of course by youth I mean four years ago.

I don’t know if anyone new and exciting will read this, I don’t know if it will gain any popularity or even the most minute amount of recognition. This may be the largest load of bullshit sitting on the internet festering and stinking.

But it’s worth a try. I want to make something out of this, because I make nothing out of everything.

See you tomorrow.

Emma.