Weekly recap

All I can do at 1AM is eat M&M’s with peanut butter and daydream about not writing this tonight. My muse has taken a hiatus so my writing skills are nil. Absolutely nothing interesting is coming to mind, so I’m going to summarize last week…

I’m still exhausted. The most sleep that I got at one time was five hours. Every other night, I rested anywhere from two to four hours. Hurrah for heartache mixed with eustress and too much homework. I surprisingly can’t say I hated the week. It presented some interesting turns to my life that were pleasant.

Also, this weekend (which was supposed to give me time to make up some lost sleep time and didn’t) was amazing. I went to my roommate’s house in Picayune and I got to ride her sister’s horse. I’ve been riding horses since I was twelve, but when my senior year of high school jumped out at me, money got tight along with my time. I was working at a stable, but there was never any opportunity to ride consistently enough to retain my proficiency. Yesterday was my first time in the saddle since my high school junior year and I now ache. I have pretty much lost all the muscle that took me six years of riding to develop, which sucks. Motrin is my best friend.

Anyway, I ate so much this weekend that I thought I was gonna be ill, I got as much sleep as any other night (two to four hours) , we went to a Mardi Gras parade, and I forgot to read over my script to memorize my lines. I’d have to say it was a wonderful and successfully busy weekend. It opened with a storm and closed with a kiss. I’ll just cross my fingers and hope for this week to be just as good, even though I already know it’s going to be twice as busy…

Blogging. And there was much rejoicing... y a y -_-

So basically, the whole point of this blog is just to meet my weekly quota of one post for my English class. I write all the time for my own amusement but unfortunately, my writings are mostly personal or terribly unrefined and therefore unsuitable for posting online. It seems like now I’ll be writing more frequently than I want… I guess that’s good for me but I know I’m going to have trouble coming up with something once a week. If I do not develop a problem with formulating ideas, I know I’ll totally forget to post on time. What could be an easy A is going to become the scourge of my week.

In a journal, the content doesn’t matter. With a letter I know who I am writing to. Here though, what is the point? Who is my audience? Who even cares to read this!? I guess the simplest solution it to just write as if I am ranting to empty space. That ought to make things easier, though I could take a nice, peaceful walk into the middle of vacant woods and do the same thing without having to record my ramblings and thus acknowledge the pointlessness of the majority of my thoughts. Until I decide on an audience figure, it’ll pretty much be as if I’m talking to myself. I guess this is a good way of keeping us actively writing, it’s just I really don’t like blogging. Well, whoever you are, wherever you are, enjoy my weekly splurging for the rest of the semester.