What I Learned From Trying To Organize My Thoughts

So clearly I haven't updated this blog in I think approximately two weeks. I fail at life. Although, in my defense, it's finals time, so I've been working a lot. I've also been sleeping weirdly deeply to the point where my alarms aren't waking me up, and my laying down to take a "half hour nap," which then turns into a four hour nap, which accidentally ends after my afternoon class has ended. So the point is, I've been failing at life in several areas of my life.

I want to actually talk about interesting things on this blog, but being that, as previously mentioned, I've been riding the fail boat to fail town recently, this post is just going to be babbling. Once I get home from school, I'll start actually thinking about these things.

So here's the stuff I have to say:

1. I think I'm going to stick with the list thing. At first, I was like, "That's lazy. It just means you don't have to think about how your thoughts flow into each other." And this is undeniably true. However, it is also an accurate representation of me, because it turns out I speak in lists also. I mean, a lot. I realized recently that my extended thumb, pointer, and middle fingers are very important conversational tools of mine. (Apparently I list things in three's a disproportionate amount of the time.) So, I'm gonna be rockin' the list thing from now on.

2. I am in the midst of a very serious internal battle. This is a battle that will no doubt be strewn all over this blog, and in fact it most likely already has. And this is the battle between post-period single spacing and post-period double spacing. It's so painful. All my life, I was a double spacer, and I never thought twice about it. There was one instance senior year when, while working on Arcadia, Alex called my double spacing into question, because apparently mine was the only submission file that came in double spaced, and he had to go through and delete one space from the beginning of every sentence. But still, I remained unmoved.
And then last semester, I had to write a paper in APA format, one of the rules of which is the use of single spacing.
So I did it. It was hard, but after every sentence, I put only one space. And now... oh God. Now both instincts - that to single space and that to double space - are in me. I think I'm becoming a single spacer now. But I feel like I'm betraying my roots. Here. I'll give the double space some time to shine. SHINE. (Edit: Holy Moley, it turns out that blogger automatically deletes one space if you put two. I had originally put double spaces at the beginning of those last sentences; they're gone now! Well, I guess that's the end of my internal struggle...)

3. As established, my inability to come out of a deep slumber in a timely manner has been something of a source of suck in my life. However, the hazy state of my memory between the time the alarm goes off and the time I roll out of bed has actually proven to be a constant giver of gifts. Because it ensures that I won't remember what happens in that time until later on in the day, if at all, and let me tell you... some funny shit happens during that time. I will share some of those things with you now.

3a. (Oh yeah, I have subsets). The other day, I was hitting snooze repeatedly. After hitting snooze one of the times, there was a brief pause, and then, "...Hello?" I did not hit snooze, I hit answer (because I am a genius in the morning). I then proceeded to have a brief conversation with my mother, which dealt only with a single subject: The lyrical gymnastics of one Ms. Britney Spears. Here is a very inaccurate transcription of the conversation, which I remembered about twelve hours after it took place:

Me: Hello?
Mom: Are you sleeping?
Me: Yeah, but it's fine. I'm trying to get up. (Side Note: I did not get up for several hours.)
Mom: Okay. I just have a quick question. You know that new Britney Spears song? What's it called?
Me: "If You Seek Amy."
Mom: Yeah, that. So, my question is... I saw the video for it the other day, and - now this is in the video, but not on the radio - I swear it sounds like she's saying, "All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to F-U-C-K me."
Me: Yes.
Mom: But then on the radio it's sounds like she's saying the other thing... What is it?
Me: If You Seek Amy.
Mom: Yeah. So which is it?
Me: It's "If You Seek Amy," but it's supposed to sound like "F-U-C-K me."
Mom: Oh, so it's supposed to sound like that?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Okay! Thanks! That's all I wanted to ask you. I'm going to go back to work now.

My only reaction is to say this: I love my mom.

3b. I fell out of bed the other day. My leg was asleep, and it decided it wasn't going to stand. Also, my bed is like four feet off the ground.

So that's it. (Oh my God -- A list of three! Every time! It's amazing!) I apologize for this being so long and random. From now on... I'll make sense.