Well, its EARLY (or late) and instead of drifting off to dream land along side my slumbering fiance (who has been out to the world for 5 and a 1/2 hours now) I am up.
Tonight was going to be different. I was going to try and break this habit I have gotten into. This insomniac lifestyle I have adopted since we moved here. It was pushing 11 here and instead of reading the 2 billion pages I have to have read by friday to take my exam, AND instead of completing a writing assignment due on the same day, I decided to procrastinate. Its what I do. I have become the QUEEN of procrastination. I have realized that now that the blinding light at the end of the tunnel inevitably means that repayment of student loans will commence in a short 6 months, I am dragging my feet. Why? Who knows why. Why would one possibly burn out when the end was so near. New mantra? "You are done in a month" Sometimes I wonder to myself if I really want to further pursue my endeavors in higher education and then I remember that now is when I actually begin to APPLY all that I have wasted countless hours and money on for the past 6 YEARS! I stand corrected. There is no applying what I have learned to the outside world, instead it is merely a VERY costly piece of paper. Oh well, on to bigger and better things and 10 years from now when I have the career that I have wanted since I was 10 will be well worth it right?
Part of my procrastination tonight was this little thing we call youtube. I love youtube. I hate youtube. I am STEWING over youtube tonight. It has let me down. I am not one for remembering passwords and sign on names. I have too damn many of them and they are all different and it is impossible to remember them all. It is because of this that I have never, EVER signed out of my youtube account for fear of not being able to remember the shit needed to sign back in. It happened tonight. I went to listen to Bee Gee's (yes Bee Gee's) and I look up into the corner. The right hand corner that tells you you are indeed signed in and all your "favorites" are right there at your finger tips. To my HORROR I went to my favorites list and NOTHING. OVER 100 FAVORITES GONE! After a great deal of cussing like a sailor in my head I decided to just start the whole process over again. This occurred at 1 am. At 2 am I had managed to remember most of what was on my favorites and began to fall asleep at the wheel. So I decided to go lay down and deal with it in the morning. But as I snuck into a very cold bedroom and slid under the covers into a very warm bed and curled up alongside Beau I thought how I hadn't blogged in forever and how my faithful readers are probably wondering why I hadn't been faithful. I know that my readers LOVE to read my blog and that if I had the proper knowledge on how to really do a blog the right way, complete with slide shows and a spot for emails from my fans begging for more reading material, I would undoubtedly be sorting through thousands of requests for a new posting. How could I let you down?
So despite it now being 3:02 in the morning I wanted to write. Here it is:
Usually when I see the Ice Cream Lady heading down the street in Toledo I think "how quaint." I think Leave It To Beaver and how absolutely PERFECT it is that a small farm town in Iowa has an Ice Cream Truck. When I hear the music I get all giddy, dig for spare change, and stand out on the corner waiting for her to pull up. New York is different. The fact that the ice cream man plays his music until after dark freaks me out. I also think its insane that he charges $2 for a baby cone. I also think its creepy that he parks down at the park. Funny anecdote for you though, the other day while I was walking back from the grocery store the Ice Cream truck was indeed parked in its same predatorial spot playing its music to the kiddies like the Pied Piper and I look up and barreling down the road is ANOTHER Ice Cream truck. I began to play out the scenario in my head: Ice Cream Truck #1 found out that Ice Cream Truck #2 makes a KILLING of this prime location and so he gets up before dawn and stakes his claim on the corner. Ice Cream Truck #2 catches wind that someone has encroached on his turf. Ice Cream Truck #2 races to location. There is a standoff in the street. Ice Cream Man vs. Ice Cream Man. Its an all out turf war. (end scene) Ok so it was hilarious to me. I guess you had to have been there.
So there you have it. I am tapped out for the night but I promise that I will be more on top of this whole blog thing, that is AFTER I re-add all my favorites to youtube :D