I think almost dying counts as a 'Get out of jail free' card

On a scale of 1 to plague, I had the plague.

Some of you may know that my life is a delicately balanced thing. I cram so many different creative things in, plus a social life, and a 4.0 GPA. Sometimes it's all I can do not to pass out half way through the day.

Well, a while ago I had a pretty big group project for one of my classes. All was well, everyone had their assignments. Ha. Haha. My previous delusions are amusing. Anyway, my group pretty much ditched me with everything at the last minute, so I had to stay up until 4:30-5:00 in the morning to finish the project by myself. Because for me, no amount of sleep is worth my 4.0. A little obsessive? Perhaps, but that's me for you.

Unfortunately getting about an hour of sleep puts your immune system on shut down mode. And just about everyone of my friends had some sort of illness. The result? I caught them all. Yes, I had a fever, aches, a huge migraine, chills, a stuffed up nose, a nasty sore throat, and probably a few other things I've forgotten. AND on top of all of this, for several reasons I practically refuse to take meds for just about anything. So I literally felt like I was going to die before I broke down and took some IBProfen.

Remember my delicately balanced life I mentioned earlier? Well that was like dropping an elephant, a school bus, and a nuclear bomb on one side of my scale. It's taken some serious scrambling and sheer luck to get on top of things again without totally losing what little sanity I've been saving up for just such an occasion.

Yeah, this made it really hard to do anything fun for a long while. But hey, I still have a 4.0 and I managed not to blow up at any of my friends from the stress, so I'll count my blessings here.

But now I'm finally over all that! I've been sewing, I'm going to the Dancesport Nationals next week, and I'm trying out for Les Miserables tomorrow. So I'm getting even more busy with fun stuff! Wish me luck! I'll be sure to share how the tryouts go, because they should be freaking awesome (I get to sing "I'll Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan as duet with my best friend :D)

In other news, I've had pizza just about everyday this week, and I'm still losing weight. That ladies and gents, takes some freaking talent. Yeah... don't ask where I was going with that....

The cone of shame

You'll have to excuse the quality of this post. I'm quite out of practice. Well, either that or I'm just crazy, but either way you have my apologies.


Well, there I was. Going about my daily life when one of my great bloggy friends stopped by this forgotten wasteland of a blog that was once awesome to remind me that it had in fact been three entire months since I had posted. Three entire months! The shame of it!

You see, back in October or so I had a really crazy stretch of insanity and stress, so I decided that unfortunately blogging had to go on the back burner for a least a little while. One crazy week lead to another stress-filled one, and soon enough blogging went into that part of the brain where your new years resolutions go a few weeks into February.

But thanks to Pixie Needle I'm back to rule the blogosphere once again!

Now, I'm not going to give a complete or coherent summery of what I've been doing over the last three months, because it would take forever, and if you've been following this blog for any amount of time you'll know I can't manage to be coherent very often. I'll probably give some updates on say my sewing ventures of the past few months (the sad few) but not on the general craziness of life.

Also, I'm probably going to stick to posting on the weekends for now, because life is still crazy and I can't guarantee I'll be able to post more than that.

And I'm pretty sure this place needs an overhaul, cause it's quite dusty around here and it's almost time for Spring cleaning anyway (well, not really. But I keep telling myself that if I hope for Spring enough it'll come earlier)

On another note, I apologize for being a bad follower, but there is no way I'm getting caught up on everything I missed in the past three months. That would be absolute madness, and I like to save my madness for special occasions. And 3 a.m. And whenever else I feel like it. Which is not this time.

And now for you viewing pleasure, a visual representation of how I feel about ditching for three months.

My feeling towards blogging right now

In which I report on things and decide to prioritize my priorities

Instead of doing the cleaning that I really should be doing, I just read over my BFS list (for those of you who are new or don't remember what that is, click on the link. No seriously, you won't understand most of this post otherwise.)

And it was both exciting and frightening. Mostly frightening. 

It was exciting because I've actually done some stuff of the resolution part of the list (aka the icky stuff.) 

I got on top of my school stuff. This is going well enough that I consider this item crossed off. Other than that, I haven't really finished anything exactly. I've improved in everything but a better sleep schedule (good sleep or good grades I suppose), but I still have a lot of work to do on these.

Now, the BFS part (aka the fun stuff) is not going so well.
Seriously, I can't honestly say that I've done anything on this list. I've read half the books I wanted to. I haven't even started my afgan or my novel (On that note, NaNo is getting alarmingly close). Etc etc.

I do feel kinda bad that I haven't gotten to these things, but I'm actually not guilt tripping myself about it like I usually do. I feel like my priorities have changed a bit during the past few months.
Actually my new priority is to prioritize. Last school year I had a lot of time on my hands, so I could just about everything I wanted to. This year is a bit different. My free time, what little I have, must be budgeted carefully.
The things on my list aren't really important any more. My new goals are to actually do the simple things. I want to crochet. I don't need to make an entire afgan this year. I just want to write. I don't need to finish a novel. I want to make time to read. I don't need to read a certain number of books.

And there you have it. My long over-due update on the BFS list.

In other news, I have a Shakira song stuck in my head on loop, and if I don't get something else instead soon, I think I will be forced to stab myself in the head with a spork.

Remind me what I was apologizing for again?

I just spent way too much time procrastinating on some English homework I need to finish by Monday. I was reading blogs. I procrastinated so long I'm pretty sure my eyeballs could fall out any second from staring at the computer screen so long. Yes, I still mutter about why I need glasses.

Also, don't you think slightly really stale cinnamon rolls are the most wonderful things ever? You know as you eat them that you are having more sugary goodness than is strictly awesome for trying to lose weight without actually eating something that is really worth that sacrifice. Plus you have to try to type your blog post with one hand. Which takes a while. (Bwa ha ha ha. Time I actually have right now. Fall break FOR THE WIN!!!)
If you haven't guessed already, my brain to finger filter is not really working

But on to the point that I'm sure the title is hinting at. It's been a bit over a week since I posted last, and as I signed into blogger today, this made me feel guilty again. Not only has it been 10 whole bajillion days since I posted, it's been about 10 bazillion (which is a lot more than 10 bajillion, in case you were wondering) weeks since I've posted regularly, or about interesting things. This made me feel even more guilty, so I read other blogs instead of posting. Which is usually what happens when I post lately. I feel guilty, go read blogs, come back and write an apologetic and probably slightly boring post.

But sometime during a hilarious story about cake I decided to stop feeling bad about it. Because honestly, no matter how hilarious and awesome and inspiring and.... etc. the bloggy world can be, the 'real' world is more important. The homework that has been slightly overwhelming this year is more important. The new awesome friends I have are more important. Getting more than three hours of sleep is more important. And having time to sit for five minutes and let my brain unwind is more important. I don't think I should apologize for that any more.

I'm sure this post is incredibly enjoyable for my readers, because I just told you you aren't at the top of my priority list. But trust me, this is actually good news for you too.

I don't promise any sort of blogging schedule, cause I know I can't stick to one right now, but I do promise that no matter how long I disappear for, I'll make an awesome and worthwhile post, instead of apologizing again and again and again.

Yeah.... so with that I'm going to go eat another cinnamon roll, squint at my computer screen, and mutter things about nonsense.

Yet another ramble about blog technicalities that I'm sure everyone finds ever so interesting

Hi there! So a few things have happened since I posted last. But the most important would be the one were I FINALLY GOT ALL CAUGHT UP ON BLOGS! WOO!
No, I did not read every old post, but most of them. I am reacquainted with all the blogs I follow now, regardless of the posts I may or may not have gotten to read, and I guess that's the important part.

And another thing. Through a series of rather painful cuts, I got my blog feed from 65 down to 42, which is a lot more manageable. Plus the fact that there are 42 make my nerdy self very happy.

Also, I'm slightly idiotic sometimes. After I posted last, I was a little frustrated with my bad follower status, so I decided that before I posted again, I would get all caught up on old blog posts.
Knowing that I am a very busy person, I should have seen this coming, but I didn't.
I just didn't post for like five days, instead of making myself get caught up faster. In true Homer Simpson (actually, I don't watch that show. But I think most people 'quote' it like I do) fashion, DOH!

Well darn it. It's 11:00 now (don't trust the post time stamp. It lies. It refuses to change from Russian time. Don't ask why, I don't know). And I still have a few assignments for school to finish before tomorrow.
Monday how I loath thee.
Tomorrow I shall write the incredibly interesting post about my too-long list of hobbies and school subjects.

Peace, love, and incredibly frightening clown cookies.

Apparently naps induce more weird from me

I've decided it's a really bad idea for me to get less than four hours of sleep. Granted, I did have a nap today (which was funny all by its self), but still. It just messes with your head no matter how long your nap.

Before my nap, I was bored in one of my classes today and doodled a star on my hand. Of course, when I fell asleep it was on that hand. This caused two interesting things. One, I had a faded star stamped onto my face that is still there. And two, I positioned my arms just so that all the blood drained out, kinda like when you hang upside down for too long, but in reverse. So when I woke up an hour later, my arms felt something akin to dead fish. And yes, I did panic just a little bit and rolled over so my dead fish arms draped over my stomach in an odd way that I'm sure looked like I was paralyzed or something. Then I felt the blood come back, which felt something like I was mutating into a were-platypus.
Which somehow made me want to write a story about a platypus who wanted to be a superhero. And then I fell asleep and promptly forgot about that until now. The strangest things your remember when you start rambling about dead fish arms.

And my second piece of evidence is this (haha, that makes me sound like I'm trying to convict myself of something in court. Maybe I have split personality disorder. Or maybe I'm just weird.) Just five minutes ago I was trying to write something down. I don't even know what it was anymore, but I'm sure it was important, and I will greatly regret forgetting tomorrow.
Anyway, I was trying to write the word 'chair', but instead of writing the nice word chair, my brain decided that the random word 'machine' was much better in that sentence. Once I saw this I promptly burst out laughing, and forgot what I was writing.

And the third, and perhaps most convincing piece of evidence is that I was sitting at my brother's house mildly bored and decided this would make a great blog post.


*shakes head at self* I promise to get back into stuff like crafting, writing, actually interesting stories, and you know, if I decide to get really crazy, I might do some actual worth while content or something.

Until then though I'm just trying to get back into the habit of blogging regularly. Also, I will always have really weird and random posts, but I hope to intersperse them with something a little less insane. Well, maybe not less insane exactly, but a type of insane someone won't send me to the asylum for.

That one post where I just started typing and something rather odd and hopefully at least a little amusing came out

Don't you hate it when you meet someone at a one day class/workshop, but then promptly forget about them the second you leave, because you have the memory of a goldfish and don't actually like meeting new people? Well, this part isn't so unpleasant. Something you don't know about isn't going to harm your mental comfort.

But then you're at the grocery store or something, and they walk up to you and go, "Hey *insert your name here*!"

Your initial reaction is something similar to deer in headlights, because some random stranger has started talking to you, and you're envisioning a man in a trench coat offering you candy next to a van with painted over windows.

"How's it going? Man, it's been a while."

Then you calm down a bit, because you realize you must know them from somewhere, and you take a few unsteady breaths to dispel the adrenaline that was about to make you either run faster than superman or suddenly become paralyzed.

At this point they start talking about something funny or cool or really stupid for about a minute, but you stop listening because after the calming realization that you know them, you panic again, because you can't remember their name or where you know them from.

You rack your brain for their name at least, but when nothing is forth coming you just start listing names in your head that may go with their face.

This is usually when you realize that there's been an awkward pause in the other person's rapid speech, and you don't know what you're supposed to respond with. So you laugh, hoping it was a joke, but the other person just looks slightly offended at this and you hope against hope that she didn't just tell you about how her pet cat died.

In a desperate attempt to free yourself from this awkward situation, you pretend to check the watch you're not wearing, mumble something about being late for your shopping errand, return your shopping cart to the front, and run like a cheetah on steroids without getting any of the food you really needed.