Habits That Dorks Harbor, And The Benefits That Ensue...

There are some things that matter, and some things that just don't. It is only fitting that on this, the day to celebrate all fathers, I articulate what I believe truly matters (i.e., my daddy) in life...so here goes: The truth is, I am not really sure. I keep two journals--both given to me by two of my cousins when I graduated High School (shout out to cousin Ashley!). In one I keep observations I have made of the world, the second I keep observations of myself and quotes that inspire me. I have noticed that the one that contains observations of myself has grown much more rapidly than it's old friend. As a matter of fact, I think that it has taken to taunting the other journal. I have every ingtention of giving it a stern scolding, but that isn't the point. I don't think I am vain, okay let me rephrase that: I am a little bit vain but I'm not to the point where I am more interested in myself than the rest of society, atleast not yet. This certainly isn't the case. I am curious to a fault. However, through this particular journal, I have written documentation of what my life is about. What I live for. I highly recommend it to everyone. Through it, I express what I know to be true. I know that car rides with the ones you love and enjoy are something to be treasured. I think that getting all dolled up for an occasion you have long awaited is an important necessity in life, keeps a person sane. And let's not forget the grave importance of frequent bathing. These are all things I believe in and hold dear, and I am fortunate enough to realize just how vital they are to my soul. This is truly the definition of blessed. I know that it doesn't matter what size by thighs, hips, and feet (yes, feet, and I am sensitive about it) are because I have really good food I get to enjoy every day...and I have bad enough balance as I am, can you imagine how bad it might be if my feet were SMALLER? I also know that the fact that I have not studied much at all for my Pedagogy test this coming Saturday, and haven't even begun a paper that is due in a week, is not the end of the world. Because I have been busy with things that DO matter to me, these things just aren't a pressing issue for me. They should be, but aren't. Say what you want about my lack of motivation or questionable priorities, but I assure you that I always know exactly what my soul needs, and because of that I know I've got a pretty bright future. And you know what? I bet you have one too.

Perma-Funks

I mess up. Sometimes it is big, but often it was small. So far no one has died, so I've got that going on for me, and that's pretty good. I try really hard to do exactly what I am supposed to and sometimes leave reminders on my phone or next to my computer. I set alarms so I don't forget things. I do double checks and triple checks that sometimes prove pointless. I wake up in the morning to a pep talk that promises that on that particular day I will focus harder, pay better attention, and just make better decisions (such as reading the book I'm supposed have read by the end of this month). I know what you are thinking..."c'mon Jamee, exaggerate much?!" But I am serious. I am really, really working on it. Today wasn't so bad, but I wonder--does anyone else have days that feel the same way? What do you do when you are in a perma-rut? Moving to Europe, where it is adorable to be a bumbling damsel, is out of the question. I don't have the money. So there goes one solution. I don't think they give lessons in capability, do they? Probably not. (Isn't it handy that I can come up with NON-solutions to this problem--yeah I didn't think so either!)
My sister has been experiencing a similar fate here lately as well. If something unlucky is going to happen, it will certainly happen to Sarah. And rest assured--I'm keeping my distance from the girl, lest it be contagious. You don't think Lysol works on bad luck do you? Probably not, but that was always my solution, as a kid,when she was sick. My sis is an uber-competant person who puts normal hard-working people to shame. She is the best of the best and even she has funky days. This is not good news for the goofballs of the world (aka: me). I wish I could say that I will overcome this someday with sheer will and sweat, but that is highly doubtful. I hate to sweat. I guess I am a work in progress. I'm still trying to stay one step ahead of my mess ups, and I think I am getting better at it. Here's to all you chronic forgetters and those who have lost their mojo (or never had it!). I understand you completely. If you need a helpful coping mechanism, ice cream helps. Come on over to my house, I have plenty to share--Chocolate of course.