A begrudged apology

I taunted you with a post for today but it didn't really happen and I apologize but I accidentally took a three hour nap this afternoon and when I finally woke up it was like I was coming out of a coma.
I've spent the last I don't know how many hours doing homework and then I remembered I had an online lecture to watch for tomorrow and that turned out to be another hour and UGH.
Bedtime.
Okay.
Forgive me.

Over.

Intermittent

Ugh.

I know I'm not blogging and I sort of promised I would.

I'm so terrible.

Yada yada.

Whatevs.

School has started again and my life is once again being pulled to and fro, controlled by the whims and fancies of professors that are intent upon destroying any happiness that I may now have or may come up on the coming months.
Fabulous.

I have this list of topics and anecdote on my phone to write about but it's lateish and I was just going to give you a brief update and since I DON'T HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW you might get an actual post... We'll see.

Over.

Resolutions

Okay. I'm getting a little deep today.
I wrote this at like 3AM last night.

So it's a new year. January first, which will be followed by January second, then third, and so on. Yet despite this being another day in a long line of other days, we ascribe it a special importance. Who decided that this would be the do-over date? All a year represents is the cycle of the earth around the sun. Who decided when the cycle "restarted"? I have many questions. One of which is: what are my resolutions this year? That's always the question they ask. Everyone always has an answer. Go to the gym three times a week. Quit eating fast food. Stop drunk texting him. Stop sober texting him. Either way the result is the same.

We let a calendar decide when we want to be a new person. As if today is so much different than yesterday and the fact that it's now "2015" means that I'll have more willpower. False. I have the same amount of willpower. Which is none.

My resolution is this: I will not make a resolution. I will not start this year by picking apart what I think is wrong with me and endeavoring to fix it. I will be me, a person who is a total delight filled with sarcasm and great fun at parties and if at some point in the future if I decide that I don't like something that I do, then I'll change it. But I won't start this year believing parts of me are mistakes.

Over.