Plenty of things to do, but an unwillingness to do them

As my title states, I have plenty of things to do.  i could start on that outline for reading.  I could make flashcards for Assessment.  I could do my giant amount of graph paper math homework.  I could do paperwork, or clean, or polish my nails because the polish is chipping.  However, all I want to do right now… is nothing.  Or … not really nothing, but just simple things like make my lunch and read my book.

I just started reading The Time Traveler’s Wife again.  I love this book.  This book is beautiful and gorgeous and I absolutely adore in a way that I cannot fathom.  I read it and the words almost sing to me.  That’s how much I love this book.  It also comes with some of my favorite quotes such as ” My apartment is basically a couch, an armchair, and about four thousand books.”  This quote is just… in a way, so picturesque without having to try.  I can easily imagine it.  A small place with a green velvet couch, a maroon colored armchair with coffee stains on it.  There are literally thousands of books.  Some on shelves, others stacked in piles on the floor.  Some hide underneath the chair and some lean on the legs of the couch.  It just sounds perfect to me.

Back to my unwillingness to do things.  I can’t tell if it’s the mono, the February Blahs, or just being lazy.  I just a math response so I feel a little bit less like a bum.  Now I need to make lunch and probably take a nap somewhere in there before I dive into the huge amount of homework that’s waiting.  It’s not huge, but I would rather start it now before things start getting crazy.

What I’d really like to try to do today is finish the first chapter of a story I started over the weekend.  I think I might be able to now, I just needed a little push or so.  Hopefully I will post it up here and see what you guys think.  But first, I need to send it off to my editor (Bass Man)  to see what he thinks.  It’s been a while since I’ve concretely tried writing anything.  I just end up feeling so bad about not finishing shit….

I would like to admit that I think I made the greatest playlist ever.   It just went from Chasing Cars to The Final Countdown.  I love it 🙂

Alright, so more on my rants, I really want some money to buy new clothes from Modcloth.  I am not usually in the mood to buy new clothes, but they are so cute.  There’s this sweater with the word lover on it in a little red heart.  Then there’s a red cotton skirt that would go with it along with some tights and my chucks.  There there’s these high rise jeans that look absolutely banging, that I could wear with the white polka dotted shirt or the black one or the green and yellow plaid.  Don’t get me started on the shoes, there’s a gray pair with subtle little faces on them and a yellow and white striped pair of flats and I want it all.  It’s really pricey though and I am ranting.

I think it’s time for lunch and nap.  Be back in a while, perhaps with a story or a poem!

Azure Lights

Well, ladies and gentlemen,

I am about to fully introduce someone, and give her a name on this blog.  Until now it has all been hes and shes and I.  This is a first, I have been reluctant to do this, bring a named person in, but she has been wonderful to me lately.  That and we have the best conversations.

One of my roommates’ names is Azure Lights.  Obviously, this is an anonymous blog and she has a real name.  Here though, I call her Azure Lights.  She is tall, gorgeous, wonderful, impulsive and one of my best friends.  I met her last year during a class and after that class, she asked if I wanted to live with her.  I said yes.

Now, we have these little routines, all these little jokes.  We make a lot of tea in my apartment.  When she or I makes it, we ask the other and know how to make the other’s preferred tea (she likes peppermint with two spoons with sugar, I like my berry mix with two spoons of sugar).  I”ll being her the tea and she’ll bring me mine.  we have a roommate who has been causing us a lot of problems, so when we get angry, we start saying ‘I hate Mondays’ just so we can say something about her without bitching too badly

In the past couple of weeks, it’s just been stressful around the apartment, for reasons I’ll discuss later.  We’re both stressed and tired, and a few days ago she got drunk with some friends.  She gets very touchy, so she kissed me three times (once of the cheek, once on the head, and once on the knees since I had a bruise and she wanted to make it better).  So yesterday, we were all talking about it and i got up and kissed her one the cheek.  She turned so red, it was adorable.  Later on she slapped my ass, but that is also somewhat normal…

Finally, we were talking.  I run another blog and I haven’t had much to post there lately.  We’re talking and she goes ‘Write about our sex life.” I stop, turn around adn scream hystiercally, “We don’t have a sex life!”  We both just died laughing.  I love you Azure Lights.

 

 

So many flowers

Pretty pink petals

Virtuous white blossoms

Their fragrance speaks for themselves

 

So powerful in their colors or their bleach

Fragile to the slightest breeze, rain, a footstep

 

I have always loved flowers, even though they give me the sniffles in the spring.  Their smell is wonderful and I love to just sit and sketch them.  I haven’t been able to as of late, since it is winter and there are no flowers.  However, I want to let you all know that I am a giant fan of botanical gardens.  I love green houses filled with greenery and flowers.  I feel like a fairy when I’m inside them.

Once upon a time, my ex took me to a botanical garden.  It was New Year’s Eve.  He took me to this room with hundred of orchids.

I felt so at peace.  I love flowers.

I hope to return to some botanical garden some day and take pictures, bring my notebook with me.  See if the flighty fairy muses will appear and grant me a story.

 

Be like the flower

Who even gives its fragrance

To the hand that crushes it