Within Myopic Range

Ever noticed how one week of class after oh-so-many-months of vacations feels like weeks, even months?

I have no idea how to find nice blogs around here. Putting random words on my search bar. So far I’ve got tons of nice Blair quotes and photos (her clothing is top reason to watch Gossip Girl). Any easier way to do it?

I hate phone calls. I just had to say this. Hate them. I hate ”happy birthday” calls. I hate cute-though-not-often-visited great aunts/uncles calls, or any kind of family call, really. Even friends’ call. I have two friends who sometimes call me and with whom I can actually develop a nice, long conversation to the point where one of us exclaims “damn, it’s been two hours, I have to go to class!”. That’s it. Otherwise it’s bunch of “so, tomorrow. two o’clock. mall. you in?”. Helpful, but excruciating.

With texting, however, I have no problem. I love text messages. You can be consize without sounding rude, and cute without sounding needy. When missed phone calls appear on my cel (which often happens since I don’t look at it when I’m at home), I text. Probably against social etiquette, but soo much nicer. Problem is, most times people insist on calling back. Apparently something to do with my being more prone to agree on the phone. Gee, wonder why?

I was just watching Vampire Diaries (I love to hate it) and wondering that, for the zillionth time. That´s the reason why eventhough Damon is the the bad, killing vampire, he´s still nicer to watch than ever worried, ever serious Stephan.

Don´t you hate dramatic monologues/voice-overs/dialogues at the end of books and movies? Generally it feels sooo forced. Why does it have to come down to seriousness? Why can´t we keep it light, fun, entertaining? That´s what life should be about. Or at least that´s how I see it. But then again, several people have been annoyed at me for it.

I see vulnerability and emotional-display as weapons. Strategic ones. Be they conscious or not, they´re still manipulative. I don´t want people to act according to what they think I´m feeling, and I hate doing the opposite. Is that so wrong?

Who was it that said “Life´s too important to be taken seriously”? Couldn´t agree more.

I´d thought I´d had a crappy reading year, but my list so far has 29 books. Sure, not many classical complicated reflection-oriented ones, but nice books I loved to read that made my days exciting with fiction. And I am counting the three Sandmans I read because there´s no way you can say those aren´t terrific stories, may they be in comic books (graphic novels, whatever) or not.

Speaking of which, am slowly reading a collection of short Sandman-based stories, in The Book of Dreams. So far, so good.

Come on, I know resolutions are meant to be broken, but Jan 16? Already?

So I’ve got two words for you, insomnia and movie-rental. Maybe three, then. I’ve been waking up at noon, being sleepy the entire afternoon and feeling utterly awake by ten. Lovely, really. I’m ready to become a night creature. Maybe I’ll become a Chris Moore character. That’d be fun.

Wow. It’s four o’clock. I’ve been here four hours. Hadn’t noticed it.

I’m gonna go plant/kill some plants and attempt to get out of this seat.

Wish them farewell.

I have a blog. I’ve had a blog for over five years. And that’s a long time commitment for someone like me. But recently it came to me that the few people who read it are the people who see me every day. They know me already. Tumblr will be my way of being an unknown blogger, the way to post pictures of nothing special things that I bumped into, the way to share things that I wouldn’t usually share. Until I finally come to my senses and tell my friends, that is.

Which brings me to my New Year’s Resolution. I don’t usually do this because the Holidays kind of freak me out and I end up eating a bucket of Haagen Dazs while watching Intolerable Cruelty for the tenth time (I just can’t switch on George Clooney). But this year was different. I’m a mess, much as usual with some more or less new reasons, but I’m a happy mess. I intend on having a great year, on feeling less drowsy everytime I think of anything non-fictional, on being less self conscious. And that is my year’s goal. Well, that and reading at least freaking 12 books (this year - as well as the one before - were shameful).

Since resolutions are made to be broken, I thought maybe weekly posts would keep me on track. I give it six months or less, but I’ll try.

Wish me luck ;)