Dear messy room…

Dear messy bedroom,
Watch out.
Sincerely, my burst of motivation.

I feel a lack o…

I feel a lack of activity coming on. I can tell by the fact that I’m now planning out blog posts and writing down that I need to write them…rather than actually sitting down and just writing them.
Sigh. This will not become a habit.

I have a bad ha…

I have a bad habit of saving photos I find on the internet. I suppose it’s a sub-category of hoarding.
I didn’t realize just how extreme it was until I decided that today I’d organize/clean out my “Downloads” folder.
What possessed me to save half these photos?!

Tea always help…

Tea always helps.

When I notice that I’ve been staring blankly at the computer monitor without clicking a thing for thirty seconds, that’s when I realize that it’s time to get up and start homework.

My day just got…

My day just got a little better, pulled out of its normal routine of miserable and anxious all bottled up inside, because I went to the Record Archive and found three new CDs. “The Velvet Underground Loaded”, [Velvet Underground, obviously], which I’d been meaning to get for a while, “Lon Gisland”, by Beirut, one of my favourite bands with a strikingly distinct sound, and “Noble Beast”, by Andrew Bird, who is climbing higher and higher on my collective ladder of beloved artists. 

Now I need some tea, and to finish my English paper.

Sigh.

Sundays are the worst days of the week. Granted, weekdays are hard, but Sundays bear the dread of upcoming weekdays. Mehh.