Do I sleep too much?

I feel like I have spent most of my life asleep. Seriously though. I know for humans to function we need 8-9 solid hours of sleep to get through the day but considering we only get 24 hours, that’s a lot. Maybe even too much? I personally wish I could function on less. Not in the way I used to in college where I would stay up for 48 hours at a time after shot gunning Red Bulls but I do think I could get a lot more in my life done, if I could get those extra 3 or 4 hours back. However, it’s quite a paradox though because I do love sleep. Sleep is one of my favorites right behind writing, reading books and eating anything covered in chocolate or cheese. It’s more of the dreaming aspect that I love so much. The concept of it. Even though I can’t remember my dreams half the time, I feel that it’s when my brain is at the peak of it’s creativity. My favorites are the lucky and very rare nights I am able to lucid dream. It’s pure imagination, but better than a Willy Wonka and his chocolate factory (although, there are very few things better than a chocolate factory). But I just wish I could do it more…efficiently, for lack of a better word. I feel like I am wasting valuable time just sleeping. I think of all the things I could accomplish if I could only needed 3 hours of sleep, or I just needed to sleep once a day. Do anyone else fell like this? Like you are literally sleeping your life away.



Filling in the unnecessary gaps

I have no idea why I seem to always have a surreal moment almost every time I go see the dentist but weird things happen so often, find myself questioning just how much I care about my teeth. I mean really. So, to first shed light to the situation. I have a lot of cavities and when I say a lot I mean probably more than most of you will ever have in your lifetime. I don’t know if it’s the week teeth or the sensitivity but every time I go in there seems to be a new one. It’s like their breeding. But that’s not the point of the story. The point of the story is that this particular dentist visit was…let’s just say, very memorable.
I always try really hard not to talk about politics in public especially with people I don’t know very well. It just leads to arguments and frustration and somebody’s going to end up yelling or crying and this hold age or gender restriction. And if you are keeping up with politics you know that there are four main potential candidates right now I’m not going to use any names because again I don’t like talking about politics with people that I don’t know but I will say in general, everyone seems to have their preference of one over the other. So here I am at the dentist trying to get some fillings put in when the lady in the chair next to me started talking about politics and who she plans on voting for to dental hygienist to which he responds with his schlep about how he’s not to going to vote for anybody because he didn’t like any choices politicians. My dentist then says how that is a shame because as an American we should all exercise our rights to vote. I kind of shrug and nod because again, I’m trying not to get into this. I just want to get the holes in my teeth fixed and leave but of course that would make it way too easy. Once talk of politics was already on the table, my dentist asked who I plan on voting for which the question that is up there in the top 5 questions I hate being asked by people I don’t know. I try to avoid the question but he was insistent. When I talk about who I might be leaning towards, this is when he goes on a little rampage. Oh wait. Did I say little rampage? I literally mean he went kind of crazy…. while I am literally hanging upside down because the filling that I’m getting are all on my top teeth. Literally blood is rushing to my head when he takes his masks off and spends the next 15 minutes ranting about all the candidate except for the one that he likes.
In all honesty this was partially my fault I’m not very into politics so I only know the basics when he asked me about certain policies that I liked. I just wanted to get out of there as quick as possible so I threw out a few of the phrases that I’d heard on CNN. Yeah if I could do that again I wouldn’t have said anything. Because that’s really what started him on his little hissy fit. I mean I know messed up. I don’t know what I was talking about and was trying to pretend like I did. But he knew that and instead of being grown-up and fixing my teeth, he started to quiz me on why I like certain policies over others when it was obvious that I didn’t know very much. Again reminding you I was hanging upside down with him holding a drill in his hand. So around the 13 minute mark and I know it was 13 because all I could do was stare at the clock across for me so I don’t have to look at them in the eyes, I really wanted to tell him very nicely “Hey would you mind just fixing my teeth because I have other things to do.” but then I remembered that this guy was literally going to drill into my mouth and did I really want to make him mad? Probably not so I listened. I listened for a very long time as he explained to me all of the things that I was saying incorrectly that I actually had an out of body experience. And then to wrap it up he definitely said the phrase “I don’t want to persuade your vote but…”
After he was done and I was getting my fillings done, he and the dental hygienist were talking about all the crazy things they did and kept asking me questions while they both had their hands in my mouth. Why dentist do this? I don’t know but then they kept pausing, looking at me like they wanted me to respond but again they both had their HANDS IN MY MOUTH. Stories about FBI, cops shootings, dying gun control all came up in this tiny span of about 20 minutes while I got my fillings done. One of the dental hygienist told me this really crazy story about him but I’m not gonna repeat for safety reasons in case he reads this one day but let’s just say that it was one that I definitely could have gone without hearing. He then asked if I believed him in which I kind of gave a yes no maybe shrug response as well as one could with TWO PAIRS OF HANDS IN MY MOUTH. So I would like to say that getting fillings was the most painful part of that appointment but I would be lying. Then on the way out, I called the receptionist by the wrong name, putting the cherry on top of this perfect Sunday.
Cue “Complicated by Avril Lavigne”
Putting the Fuse in Confused,


Have you ever noticed how all libraries kind of smell the same? The smell of paper and dust and of drying ink. The smell of adventures and inspiration and whimsy. Then there are the sounds. The sounds of pages turning, typing, muffled music and children giggling. The sounds of people who are lost in a good book, and of students straining to finish assignments. And of course, the sight. Libraries are surprisingly colorful. It’s because stories are surprisingly colorful. I have always loved going to libraries my entire life. The first library I went to was the only I went to for most of my life, until I moved away for college. There was this very distinct smell, sound and look to that libaray that I loved. It was my happy place. It was my safe house. I hated leaving that library but what I have learned is that libraries are actually, pretty universal. Every time I found a new one, it all came back to me. The nostalgia hits me like a ton of bricks and suddenly I’m ten years old again, practically speed walking into the front doors and asking mom how many books I’m allow to check out. Some times, I wish I could be 10 again. I wish I could be at that stage in my life where my biggest problems and worries revolved around not being able to check out all of the books I wanted. I love getting older and I love being an adult and yet I find myself missing being just a kid. But that is the wonderful thing about libraries for me. For a second, I get to be little again. For a moment I feel so carefree, only thinking about books. I of course will move again and I will have to leave whatever current library I am at eventually. But in a small way, I also don’t. Because libraries will always be there. They will always be my safe place. And they will always, always, always make me feel that same happy, every time I enter their doors.



Take Note

To C,

If the yogurt says that it is a few weeks expired, don’t just shrug your shoulders and eat it anyway.

Do not follow the expired yogurt with a really big spoonful of frosting right afterwards. I know you still have 1/4 of a can from the cupcakes you made for your friend’s birthday  and it’s really tempting but just leave it in the fridge.

When you start to feel sick, do not just tell your self you are just tired and then go to Starbucks to chug a latte.

When you start to feel sicker, please please please!….don’t eat more, because you think it’s just because you are hungry.

When you are at the library trying to write your paper and you get that massive headache and your stomach is even more upset, just go outside or better yet just leave because people will notice your attempts to suppress your burps.

And finally: DO NOT drink that digestion tea from the back of your cupboard. It will NOT help you.


Your conscious who makes much better life decisions than you but you choose to keep ignoring.