Of Oreos and Reality

As promised, I begin with a gallery picture:  

I give you FIMO Oreo earrings!  

They’re a little larger than a Canadian dime, so obviously not actual Oreo size, but the only thing better than a full size Oreo is a mini snack-pack Oreo.  Definitely the best kind of Oreos because they’re so wonderfully bite-sized.  Then again, being just a little over five feet tall myself, I’m fairly biased when it comes to being small.

That’s pretty much what I’ve been up to this past month; making miniature cookies.  Reality’s finally kicking in now during the final few hours of winter break.  I’ll confess, I’m not all that happy with how it turned out.

There were a lot of things I wanted to do: edit my novel, write sequel to said novel, finish 20”x30” digital painting, learn Adobe flash and on and on the list went.  Yet none of these things got done – seriously, not a single thing.  Five weeks off and I got none of these things done. 

Instead, I played Warcraft III, started the new Zelda game and cleared Tales of the Abyss for Playstation 2 once again, which admittedly is one of the greatest video games ever created.  If you haven’t played it and have a PS2, do yourself a favour and get this game.  It has everything: wonderful characters; mind-blowing storyline; dynamic battle system; witty dialogue and pretty decent graphics for its age.  I could go on all day about it, but I’ll spare you for now.   

The point I was trying to make is that the super-productive break I was going to have turned into a super-lazy, somewhat disappointing, much too long break that I’m almost glad to see the end of.

Apart from a small handful of days I spent with my close friends – not nearly enough considering how much time there was – I was left in the company of my younger brother for two of the five weeks.  I have nothing against my brother, as far as teenage boys go, he’s pretty damn great (and by that, I mean, he humours his sister and spends hours playing video games with her) but it seemed like even he had more of a social life this winter than I did.  For the most part of the holidays, I was left home alone.

So while most people look on at the end of break with dismay, I’m looking at the beginning of the semester with hope.

I’m not good at getting nothing done.  I mean that mentally, not physically.  Physically, I’m quite adept at vegging on the couch and gaming until my eyes bleed.  Mentally, however, I can’t take it.  I need to have something to show for my time.  Call it a complex if you will, but I’ve always been this way.

So I’m quite excited to go back to school, crazy as it may sound.  I don’t do well home alone in the I-forget-to-eat-food-at-mealtimes way and the I-start-to-talk-to-walls-because-I-hate-the-sound-of-silence way.  Ultimately, being home alone really isn’t healthy for me so I’m eager to get back to the fantastic company of my brilliant classmates.  I have a full course load this semester; 8 classes that will definitely give me something to show for by the time all the work’s done. 

So I say: bring it on, academics!  This semester, I’m giving it all I’ve got.

Stay beautiful,

-Alex

P.S.  That last sentence there, I know it’s going to come and bite me in the @$$ tomorrow morning when I have to get up for an 8:15 class.  First time in 5 weeks that I’ll be getting up before 7:00.  I can do it... I think.