Taking Stock #004

Now I know that it is Monday {in the Southern Hemisphere} but can we back up and pretend that it’s still Sunday for a minute? After all my driving yesterday it feels like I’ve definitely missed out on part of a day. Here’s to ‘Sunday’ ūüėČ


Making :: my bed. I got home last night and collapsed on top of my bed – fully clothed – before actually making it. Whoops. I regret nothing. ‘Tired’ doesn’t even¬†begin to cover how I was feeling last night.

Drinking :: coffee. Copious amounts of coffee. Gotta get the energy to make the bed somehow ;]

Reading ::¬†theories on first language acquisition and second language learning. Didn’t see that one coming, did ya? ;] Good ol’ linguistics. It’s a love-hate subject sometimes.

Wanting ::¬†more hours in the day…specifically, more hours for¬†sleep…or you know, drinking coffee. Productive adult like stuff, no?

Looking :: at my mess of a room. Whoops. I took all the stuff from my car and dumped it directly onto my bedroom floor. 

Playing ::¬†some of my ‘starred’ songs on Spotify. I have a thing for Cold War Kids, Minus The Bear, Radiohead and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club lately. They’re gooood.

Eating ::¬†vegetables/fruits. I had a bit of a carb-loading weekend at my mother’s house: pizza, cupcakes, garlic bread, brownie…Oh my, the list could go on forever. Needless to say, I’m in a bit of a detox right now…and I regret nothing. They have the¬†best pizza place ever…That also has a pretty decent breakfast menu as well. If you are ever in New Zealand and in the middle of nowhere then you definitely need to check this place out.

Wishing :: that I had photographic memory. I think that would be pretty neat.

Enjoying ::¬†these lazy mornings. No lecture{s} until 3pm?¬†Yes, please, I’ll take that every day.

Waiting :: until 11.50am to submit my latest poem. The deadline is 12pm so I might as well drag it out for as long as possible.

Liking ::¬†The Vampire Diaries. It’s my guilty pleasure…Plus, Ian Somerhalder is pretty dang attractive ;] Reow.

Wondering ::¬†what this year is going to be like. From what I can tell, it’s going to be pretty amazing ;]

Loving ::¬†my house. I wouldn’t change it for anything. Living with four boys is a lot of fun. If the rest of the year is anything like this, I definitely don’t mind. Bring it on.

Hoping¬†::¬†that I’m not getting ill again. I was starting to feel better on Thursday but now it¬†almost feels like the symptoms are coming back. Again. Please, no. I can’t deal with that again.

Marvelling¬†::¬†at the simplicity of some things. I like that. Simplicity. It’s nice. I could easily run away into the forest or to a desolate beach and never look back.

Smelling¬†::¬†my room. I’ve constantly been told that it has a nice ‘girly’ smell and after being away for a weekend I can finally see what the boys were talking about. It¬†does¬†smell good. Hallelujah.¬†

Wearing ::¬†I’m a little ashamed to admit but I’m still wearing the same clothes as yesterday…Just with the addition of a snuggly dressing gown. Today is a day to be lazy. Let me be lazy.

Noticing ::¬†how¬†loud the city is compared to the beach. It’s insane.

Thinking ::¬†about everything: what I want from life, from this moment, from tomorrow and what I can do to make that happen…and things that I need to change in my life. My head is still spinning, just a little slower.

Bookmarking :: more vegetarian blogs. I want new food. More food. All the food.

Trying :: gym classes. This is the first time I’m going to a gym in a¬†loooooong time and I’m determined to try some classes this week.

Feeling ::¬†like someone needs to bash me over the head so I can sleep. Yay. University life. I’m beginning to think I’m a little insane for missing it.


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