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Journalism student at GH. I like coffee. And by coffee I mean mochas (coffee sounds more grown up somehow). I used to like singing but one day my teacher made me sing in front of the class (ultimate shame) and now it is just too painful. I play the piano -> not at school of course. Somehow I think that would violate a rule somewhere.. When I am depressed I write death poems. Sometimes I mistake manikins for real people..and sometimes I mistake real people for manikins.

I Have Really Bad Ideas/Luck. Really.

Friday we had our first fire drill of the year. At 9 a.m. Which, admittedly, is better than the ones we have had at 3 a.m., but still. It was rough. These normally take about an hour before we are let back in, so I suggested we go wait at school, buy some coffee, maybe curl up on a bench and get some more sleep since it was still so early in the morning. It seemed like a really good idea. We bought our drinks went and glanced out the window to see if the fire trucks had arrived yet, and saw everyone running back into rez. It had started raining so I guess they gave up on the drill. That’s great - ‘Hey kids, we wouldn’t want you to get wet… that might slow down how fast you burn. Quick, back inside!’
We headed outside, and this is when it first struck me that my good idea had backfired. Now, instead of having to walk ten steps to get back inside rez, we had to cross the entire parking lot. In a torrential downpour (sorry Alisha). On the bright side, we were so thoroughly soaked that at least if the building really were on fire, we would be the last ones to go up in flames (yes, this is me thinking positively). This was not my only plan that backfired that day. Just the night before I had been bragging about how nice it was going to be to sleep in the next morning as everyone else had to get up early, so I can’t help feeling like somehow it was my fault. I really need to practice saying things quietly to myself before speaking them out loud.

Goal for Today: Get Through Today

I was going to complain about my sleep schedule being messed up, but then I realized that in order for it to be messed up, I would actually have to have a schedule. I don’t. Two to six a.m consisted of me tossing and turning, attempting to sleep. Six to eight a.m is the amount of time it took me to accept the fact that my body had indeed betrayed me and was not going to let me sleep. My game plan for the day is to drink copious amounts of coffee and not kill anyone.
Yes, these are the types of goals I set for myself. Problem?

Confessions of a Sleepaholic

I am addicted to sleep. So I guess you could say I am also addicted to sleeping pills. My reasoning: it’s just that there is nothing worse than lying in bed knowing you have to get up in a few hours, and finding that sleep eludes you. Enter: my little pills. So, the other night I found myself once more lying in bed and watching the clock. A couple hours passed and, finding myself no nearer to sleep, I decided to take my last sleeping pill, the one I had been saving for an emergency such as this. In the darkness I stepped across my room (yes, it does take just one step to get from one side of my room to the other), opened my medicine cabinet, pulled out the package and popped out the last tablet. And that is when it happened. I dropped it. In the darkness it appeared to have fallen into the garbage, and I am deeply shamed to say my first thought was “I have to find it!” Yes, I was fully prepared to dig through the garbage in order to find and eat it. This is when I realized that I may have a problem. After turning on the light I realized that it had actually just fallen beside the garbage and therefore no dumpster diving was required. I was still shaken from my earlier revelation though, and decided to set a rule rough guidelines allowing myself to only eat my little helpers on nights where I actually have to get up the next morning and interact with other human beings, and therefore need to be in some semblance of a good mood for the safety of everyone involved. On other nights however, I have come up with a new tactic for dealing with my insomnia: Movies/TV. I will literally sit and stare at the screen for hours until my eyes begin to glaze over and I collapse into bed, exhausted. Maybe not quite as effective, but it does the trick.
While I am making confessions, the last two days have not been so good in terms of upholding the second of my resolutions. In my defence though, this is partly due to the fact that I was so busy upholding the first part of said resolutions that I simply lost track of time (Side note: it is far more comfy writing in pj’s than in Normal Clothes. Besides restricting my breathing, they also seem to restrict my flow of thoughts). In addition, it has been soo cold in my room the last two days, that I have been more concerned with vast amounts of layering in order to conserve body heat than with looking like a Presentable Person. Tomorrow I will be sure to get back on track since I have class and very much care what my classmates think of me. Very much.

On days like today I really miss my cows.

On days like today I really miss my cows.

Day 1 of Being a Better Person

Well, the weather continues to disappoint. I, on the other hand, have upheld my resolutions for a solid 24 hours! This is longer than I have ever held a resolution before, mainly because I have never MADE one before. What? It’s not like there’s anything about myself I need to change, right? Right guys?! To celebrate I am going to Starbucks. Actually, we are going there to meet friends (but I will secretly be celebrating on the inside). Question: Is it a celebration if no one else knows about it?
In keeping with being a better person, I suppose I should actually get ready so we do not miss our bus..

Mid-Year Resolutions

My blog is a sad disappointment, much like the weather lately. With shamefully long weekends, I hardly have an excuse anymore. And so I am making a mid-year resolution to write more. The beautiful thing about mid-year resolutions is that they don’t have to be upheld for as long as New Year’s resolutions, and therefore there is less probability of failing. I am also going to be out of bed and properly dressed by noon two on every day of my four-day weekends. People are starting to give me weird looks when I pass them in the hall at five p.m., still wearing my pajamas. My mother always tells me it doesn’t matter what other people think of me, BUT I REALLY CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK OF ME. And so I am going to get up and get dressed, and try to behave like a Normal person.

About Phobias: Types, Symptoms and Treatments

My second article! :)

http://www.suite101.com/content/why-radio-has-a-future-a344656

thedailywhat:

Infographic of the Day: Starbucks announced today the impending introduction of its own version of the Big Gulp — a gut-punching 31-ouncer called the “Trenta.”
Can you stomach it? Should you stomach it? The National Post investigates.
[laughingsquid.]

Wait…something BIGGER than the venti? I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!

thedailywhat:

Infographic of the Day: Starbucks announced today the impending introduction of its own version of the Big Gulp — a gut-punching 31-ouncer called the “Trenta.”

Can you stomach it? Should you stomach it? The National Post investigates.

[laughingsquid.]

Wait…something BIGGER than the venti? I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!

(via thedailywhat)

Starbucks (Mis)adventures

Yesterday I went to Starbucks. Highlight of the night (aside from bonding and consuming multiple frappuccinos) was when the man sitting beside us decided to use his newspaper as a kleenex. He buried his entire head in it and sneezed several times, and then continued reading it (This in no way bothers me as I am not a germaphobe. There is no such thing as the five second rule with me. If food falls on the floor, short of someone stepping on it, I consider it safe to eat). However, I may or may not (I did) have had a laugh attack. They plague me.