The Five D's: Dragonflies, Drama, Diets, Dreams, and Discipline
1. I was on the train the other day when I noticed a dragonfly beating its wings furiously against the sliding doors. I don't know how he got on the subway, we were in the midtown (23st station), but he somehow got trapped in the subway and was entertaining a crowd of us as he zoomed about looking for an escape. A couple of people smiled, including myself, except this one woman who was ironically wearing a large dragonfly broach. She didn't notice at all and I thought that she of all of us would have appreciated it most of all. But she never looked up from her Cosmo, not once.
2. I'm moving to Boston in 21 days. Yep, September 1st and I still have an absurd amount of shopping and packing to do in the meantime. I got the essentials like a new tv (of course), a lamp, and containers, but no matter what I feel horribly unprepared. I'm absolutely terrified of living on my own, well not exactly I do have my roommate, but it's not the same as having mom or dad wake me up and serve me breakfast. Why did I have to be coddled as a child?! Actually, mom says I can live off her as a dependent until I'm thirty if I don't show any signs of ambition. I love my family :)
3. I'm eating healthier now and slowly exercising thanks to my horrible illness. It's strictly small portions, fruits, and low sodium/fat and I'm surprisingly not as miserable as I thought I'd be. Who knew peaches and plums were so delicious?
4. The good thing about insomnia is not waking up every two hours, I don't care how you spin it there is no way to make that pleasant, but I do remember more dreams ranging from the normal to the bizarre (I was hanging out with B.J. Novak in a sweatshop discussing patterns and tv production). Plus, it gives you more time to think about story ideas like this one about an appliance salesman who abuses sleeping pills so he could live in his dreams while shutting out the world. His love interest be an extremely stuck-in-a-rut housewife that is emotionally isolating herself from her husband. At the beginning of the novel, she would have stopped taking her Zoloft and catering to an unhealthy obsession of pursuing a man who would rather make his move on her in his own perverse "reality." Naturally, a satire on the drug industry and American drive (or perhaps, I just was really sleep deprived at the point and just wanted a sleeping tablet).
5. As it would seem it that huh, look it's 5:09 am and I have yet to go to sleep. I'm too busy thinking of a Dark Angel fic, something along the lines of Five Ways Max and Logan Never Met. Mainly brainstorming and an outline, but it's more of a start than I've had in months and it's about time to start sharpening my pencils again.
6. So my new resolution is going to be Discipline: 5 hours max. off tv viewing, 30 minutes exercising, healthy food at every meal, keep living space somewhat sanitary (really a broken tv should not serve as a nightstand for an alarm clock and ketchup packets), at least 2 hours outside, and at least 1 hour writing each day. I figure if I write this out I can feel guilty about not doing any of these things a month later :)
Added: I happened to be listening to AOL radio when The Charlatans UK's Can't Get Out of Bed. OH IRONY!
2. I'm moving to Boston in 21 days. Yep, September 1st and I still have an absurd amount of shopping and packing to do in the meantime. I got the essentials like a new tv (of course), a lamp, and containers, but no matter what I feel horribly unprepared. I'm absolutely terrified of living on my own, well not exactly I do have my roommate, but it's not the same as having mom or dad wake me up and serve me breakfast. Why did I have to be coddled as a child?! Actually, mom says I can live off her as a dependent until I'm thirty if I don't show any signs of ambition. I love my family :)
3. I'm eating healthier now and slowly exercising thanks to my horrible illness. It's strictly small portions, fruits, and low sodium/fat and I'm surprisingly not as miserable as I thought I'd be. Who knew peaches and plums were so delicious?
4. The good thing about insomnia is not waking up every two hours, I don't care how you spin it there is no way to make that pleasant, but I do remember more dreams ranging from the normal to the bizarre (I was hanging out with B.J. Novak in a sweatshop discussing patterns and tv production). Plus, it gives you more time to think about story ideas like this one about an appliance salesman who abuses sleeping pills so he could live in his dreams while shutting out the world. His love interest be an extremely stuck-in-a-rut housewife that is emotionally isolating herself from her husband. At the beginning of the novel, she would have stopped taking her Zoloft and catering to an unhealthy obsession of pursuing a man who would rather make his move on her in his own perverse "reality." Naturally, a satire on the drug industry and American drive (or perhaps, I just was really sleep deprived at the point and just wanted a sleeping tablet).
5. As it would seem it that huh, look it's 5:09 am and I have yet to go to sleep. I'm too busy thinking of a Dark Angel fic, something along the lines of Five Ways Max and Logan Never Met. Mainly brainstorming and an outline, but it's more of a start than I've had in months and it's about time to start sharpening my pencils again.
6. So my new resolution is going to be Discipline: 5 hours max. off tv viewing, 30 minutes exercising, healthy food at every meal, keep living space somewhat sanitary (really a broken tv should not serve as a nightstand for an alarm clock and ketchup packets), at least 2 hours outside, and at least 1 hour writing each day. I figure if I write this out I can feel guilty about not doing any of these things a month later :)
Added: I happened to be listening to AOL radio when The Charlatans UK's Can't Get Out of Bed. OH IRONY!