In iambic pentameter: insomnia, you are my only friend

I haven't been sleeping well lately. To combat this, I've taken to writing Shakespearean sonnets while lying in bed at 4 in the morning. Not so sure it's helping.

On the plus side, I'm loving my MFA writing program. Love my classmates, love my professors, love-love-love is all around. Blacksburg's been steadily growing on me since I got here.

Okay. Gonna try to make a go of it with my pillow. TTFN.

Slacker

This has been an intense summer, so I've been slacking here quite a bit with posting. I always seem to have good intentions, but then my charming post ideas/blog photo opportunities/witty headlines get pushed to the wayside while I take care of all the little details of my life as it is right now. I'm beginning my journey from LA to Blacksburg, Virginia on Wednesday morning, so I'm a bit consumed with how I'll be managing to pack my entire existence into my car while also trying to hit all my favorite Los Angeles spots, see all my favorite people, and squeeze the finest quality of quality time with my boyfriend before he leaves me lonely in Virginia (his work is in LA). A lot of emotions here, folks. So, anyway, I'm a posting slacker. I admit it. I'll shape up at some undetermined point in the future, pinky swear! In the meantime, I'll be folding my life into cardboard boxes and eating Trader Joe's egg white salad sandwiches for nourishment.  

FAKE!

Something just popped into my head that I haven't thought of in years: a fake book. As in The Broadway Fake Book. A song book. I did a lot of musical theatre as a kid, and so I often found myself looking through fake books for audition songs, competition pieces, etc. Something about the title fake book really appealed to me. The combination of the way the words sounded together and the essence of the word fake, I think. Fake has a negative connotation generally, but there's also a bit of cool sneakiness in there that got me. Plus, what could possibly be too bad about a big, fat binder full of beautiful songs, I ask you? 

Patterns

I came into some money after working a few days in April, but I've since spent most all of it. Once again, I'm broke. FML. 

On the plus side, I did buy a rad pair of black suede fringe boots. I love them. I swear they look good with every outfit. I promise to produce a picture. Other worthy ways I spent my money: adorable vintage dress, circa 1970s; many items at the Urban Outfitters $5 sale; way marked-down V's Secret underthings; movie theater popcorn; the haircut; groceries. 

Real Genius

I've noticed a few people taking themselves way too seriously as of late, so I was doing a google search for some clever quote I could tweet to make their minds melt. In doing so, I discovered a few ingenious Ralph Waldo Emerson quotes. Not quite what I was looking for, but damn if these aren't good!

"A great part of courage is the courage of having done the thing before." 

"As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey." 

"An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory."

"Beauty without expression is boring."

"Children are all foreigners." 

"Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment."

"Enthusiasm is the mother of effort, and without it nothing great ever achieved."  

"Every artist was first an amateur."

This Ralph Waldo character might be onto something. 

Chop Chop

So, I did it. I went to the salon and got a sick, totally cute bob that's a wee bit Katie Holmes, a dash Agyness Deyn. As the scissors went snip snip, I was what P. Diddy would call LOCKED IN--totally brave, man. I don't miss the long hair at all. The only thing I'm looking forward to is the eventual possibility of a tiny ponytail, but I have a feeling that might be overrated. I dunno, we shall see. I think it is a tad Poppy Lifton, no? Shout out to the awesome Thy at Chop Chop Salon in L.A. 

I'm feeling confessional, so I'm going to admit something BIG right now...I have a total craving for suede fringed boots!! Am I crazy?? I think 5 months ago I would have done a Summer on the O.C. "ew" about these, but now I think I'm in love. Perhaps the short hair can make a girl more adventurous? I have to say I don't mind. 

Thoughts on a Friday night

I am going to chop off all my hair. The result of which will hopefully be something akin to Poppy Lifton's do on Gossip Girl. Or possibly the look currently being rocked by Paris Hilton. Ew, I know--I loathe. But the hair.  

Trader Joe's lowfat yogurt is the best yogurt in the world, PERIOD. I endorse Boysenberry. Even better than my old standby Yoplait. And I usually don't even like fruit on the bottom--thanks for nothing, Danon!  

Back in my single days, I would just go wherever I wanted whenever I wanted. Now that I'm used to having a dude with me at all times, though, the thought of going someplace alone at night--say, a shopping complex, restaurant, mall, etc.--and navigating a dark, creepy parking garage makes me feel all icky and unsafe. This is why I would rather stay in and write an effing blog than go out on a Friday night (the boyf has a friend's bachelor dinner thingy happening). Is this the end of independence, or am I just succumbing to the warm, comfortable blanket that is my house and CW shows on the DVR? 

One thing is for sure: I put makeup on this evening for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Le effing sigh.