Let me explain

My making a Twitter account is completely for academic reasons. Today in class the teachers enthusiastically informed the class that they would be "tweeting" announcements, helpful hints, and reminders to enhance our learning experience in both Pediatric and Adult health. I feel so lame for doing it, but at least I don't have Facebook to go along with it. Hm...as Daniel said, I've "entered the Blogosphere" or internet realm. I do spend a lot of time on the internet - everything is internet. Definitely music.

Speaking of music, over the weekend we went to The Cavern to see Bad Veins and Lauren's husband's band They Were Stars, and apparently it was a good show. Unfortunately, I totally missed out on Bad Veins! I was across the street at Taco Cabana with Meagan, chit-chatting about marriage and relationships and stuffing our faces with delicious tacos and quesadillas. Oh well, at least Daniel was there to enjoy them so I'm happy. Their sound is much like The Strokes, The Killers, and The Bravery. I liked "The Lie":

I know this week will go by pretty quickly. This Labor Day weekend, we're going to make a trip out to see the Grand Canyon with my parents. They've never been so it should be exciting.

The "Root"

The "Root" refers to the way I tie my hair when I'm at home or wanting to be comfortable - it's pulled away from my face so that the pony tail is not just in the back of my head, but acutally sitting on top so that the hair splays out like a fountain or what Daniel calls a root. He says it is as if I can be pulled out of the ground by the pony tail like a carrot or some other root vegetable. To be honest, it's not an attractive look, but what do I care since I'm usually home or hanging out with him. But out of a barrage of insults from Daniel last night, one happened to poke at the unkempt look I sported when we went grocery shopping. "Let your hair down," he said. "I can't, it'll leave a crease," I replied. "Well at least redo it so it doesn't look so crazy." "Why? You think I'm ugly?" To which he said, "No, but I don't want anyone else to." On the car ride home, he made it a point to let me know I wasn't as smart as someone we go to church with. And he said he didn't trust my cooking. I clammed up throughout dinner and went home early and had to choke on my frustration when he neither called or texted me on my car ride home. We didn't even pray together for my first day of school.

I'm not that upset and it's really not a fight. Just irritating/insensitive things he does sometimes. I'm sure I do plenty of annoying things to him, too. I know there are things I just have to let slide when in a relationship, but once in a while I get this crazy notion that if I let him slide with one thing, then he will try to get away with another thing, and pretty soon take complete advantage of me. Of course that is just silly and untrue. The man is not out to get me, to poke and prod until he finds a loophole. But I get worried sometimes. I've gotten a lot better...it's the controlling, insecure side of me that destroys life and the world. And I'm going to throw in that it's pretty egotistical to believe that someone has to be sweet to me at all times when I'm not always so pleasant myself. Yeah, I'm a terrible person.

So I've made a resolution of some sorts - I'm going to stay sober all semester long! I'll have a beer here and there, but nothing to get me drunk. I think it's possible not to mention I may gain some respect from people, i.e. Daniel. To my dismay, Daniel wasn't as excited as I was. "You can't set a goal for an entire semester," he said with considerable airs, "You have to set short-term goals, such as 'I will try to stay sober for one week.'" Exasperated, I said, "I don't have a drinking problem. Quit talking to me like I should be in AA." Sometimes I wonder if I do have a drinking problem, and he happens to be the "Root" of it! Grr.

Coffee Break

I wonder if it's any difference if I remembered the moments during my black outs.

Probably not.

Normalcy

I'm home again, with no outside obligations. I would greatly enjoy being a house wife. I love to cook and clean, and I would read books, take cat naps, play with my dog, work out, watch movies, and clip coupons for when I go shopping. I totally dig that kind of life style. At least once I graudate, I am only required to work 3 12-hour days and I have the rest of the week to myself to do exactly those things.

My story writing has definitely come to a halt. Perhaps I'm really just not that good, and I was merely psyching myself into thinking it wasn't too difficult. We'll see where that goes. I'm needing a delicious plot, one that involves death and tragedy. Funny is definitely not my forte. Daniel continues to suggest real-life writing: real situations, real dialgoue, real emotions.

My brother is is Austin now. I really miss him and hope he's doing well. He said he missed a class on the first day and panicked, but it turned out the class was cancelled. I remember when I first went to college at UT Arlington and it was so overwhelming to be that small and individual in a ocean of students and professors, surrounded by giant buildings. And UT Austin is massive! I've also never lived in a dorm or that far away from home...I'm sure with him it'll be different and fun. He's been longing for this, longing to grow up and get away from high school. I think.

I just finished eating this chinese snack called sachima and I feel a thousand times fatter. It's a soft flour cake made of flour, eggs, sugar, malt, milk, and oil, and it resembles a rice kripsy treat but tastes far less sweet. I like the texture which is like a mix between a soft cookie and a cake. But I guess I ate one when I didn't really crave it so now I feel sick.

I hate banks

I'm looking forward to school starting. I wonder how much I will enjoy/not enjoy Bad Veins seeing as it will be the last show of the summer; the singer sings into a megaphone. I'm glad the summer is coming to an end. It's been so hectic. I'd rather fall into routine once again. Here's a song called "Summer Lovers" by Beats for Beginners. If only I had been smarter in my decisions so that my summer would have been as carefree as this song sounds!

Constipated

Augh! I had a nightmare about a little girl whom I didn't realize was psycho, and she tied up 4 dogs around the neck with rope and tried to drown them in a well! I saved them just in time, performing CPR on each of them. I wonder what the point was of that dream. I didn't fall asleep until after 4:30 this morning, maybe that had something to do with it. I'm going to the pool with Diana for a bit today. I'm anxious to finish reading To Kill a Mockingbird. For a while, I thought it was called How to Kill a Mockingbird and Danish corrected me. I'm going to start C.S. Lewis' Space Trilogy next. I love his writings. Tomorrow, we drive to Houston for our passports, then Austin to get my brother settled into his dorm. There's so much on my mind, I wish I could let it all out.

Taper off and I'm had

I'm having a great hair day. I'm getting my picture taken for my passport. Then Bible study. What a great, relaxing day.