I have this really bad habit where once a hot beverage is warm enough to drink [and by warm enough I mean it's cooled down enough to drink without burning my entire mouth; I actually prefer warmer beverages than hot beverages. If someone were to say, 'would you like a hot tea or a relatively warm tea?' I would respond with, 'a relatively warm tea, please'] that I don't usually savour it. I get it into my head that I have to keep drinking and chugging it until it's gone.
I don't know why this happens, it just does.
One minute I have a cup of tea I'm gulping at because it's so delicious, and the next I'm setting down an empty cup.
It actually annoys me a little bit.
But I can't stop; it's a vicious cycle.
On another desperate note, after reading Nicole's latest blog entry, I've realized with a longing how much I've missed reading just for the joy of reading. I've missed going to browse in a bookstore and come home with 2 or 3 new books that have that nice clean yet dusty smell of paper and ink; the excitement of having a new, excellent book to read and get lost in, the amazing feeling of having a new book that you've never touched before this day in your hands and all yours, yours, yours!
I get very excited by books if you couldn't tell.
I remember one very specific time last year when I was having a particularly rotten day [a heartbreaking incident at the time involving a boy] and so I decided to screw it all and go downtown to browse books [and art supplies].
Walking into The Bookshelf gave me a gigantic high. I believe I spent a good two hours just looking at books and when I got back to my room with three new books I was giddy and all thoughts of the ravaging [stupid] boy was out of my head and I was ecstatic about getting lost in three of my favourite authors: Mordecai Richler, Robertson Davies and Margaret Atwood.
In conclusion, I miss that feeling. I'm almost tempted to hop a bus downtown and go in search of books right now. Except I'm still in the throes of a battle of work ethic and procrastination, in which procrastination is winning.
That's one of my problems: I have no nerves when it comes to exams or assignments. There will be brief periods in which I'll have a spazz attack about one or the other but not too often. The things I usually freak out about are my art projects. They are usually the only things I care enough about to freak out about finishing, or attempt to maintain a stable work schedule for them.
But I'm already done my art projects [aside from a write-up]for the semester so what have I to worry about? Only an essay and three exams [one on Thursday]. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
See? No nerves. It is both a blessing [I don't have high stress levels/blood pressure like some of my friends] and a curse [I am extremely liable not to get as good of grades as those stressed out peers of mine]. Even my boyfriend studies more than I do!
Actually he's really not a good example as he's a good kid and I would die if I ever tried to do what he does [and is brilliant at].
On a random note, why do I spell cheese capelletti? Oh, East Side Mario's! How I miss thee! My darling Kyle has promised me a real date when I get home and I'm determined for East Side's since my father swindled me out of it the last time I was home and instead I was made into a horse by my little brother.
And with that, I say 'neigh'.
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