Late Night Internetz.

Since I withdrew from my classes and don't have to wake up early, I've of course completely effed up my sleep schedule by sleeping in. Now I'm like a vampire, staying up all night and sleeping all day. I took some NyQuil tonight to try and break through that, buuut it's not strong enough. I may have to resort to staying up all night, then forcing myself to stay awake all day in order to get back on a normal sleep schedule. Blahhh. I hate doing that.

I wish I could spend these sleepless nights doing something productive, like cleaning my room, but I'm inexplicably incapable of productivity this time of night. I'm just in a daze. I spend part of my time watching episodes of various TV shows over and over again, even if I've seen them a million times already. The other half is spent online. Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, LJ, various blogs I read. I refresh the page over and over again, as if people actually update these things in the middle of the night.

Here's what I've discovered in tonight's waste of time internetting:

“After all, I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”

--Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery

Even though I never read the Anne of Green Gables books (I've always wanted to...need to add that to my reading list), I grew up on that TV miniseries with adorable redhead Megan Follows as Anne. My Mom had them on VHS. Both Green Gables and Avonlea were like four hours long but I watched them constantly growing up. I loved every second. I stumbled on the above quote on a Tumblr I follow called BookLover. It's the only blog that posts in the middle of the night since the author is from Turkey and on a different time zone. Anyway, I really liked that quote, and I think it's so true. I love simple pleasures. I try to keep a list of my favorite ones in hopes of starting a blog, but always forget them once I open up the list. Bah. And now I really want to watch the miniseries.

Another thing that BookLover posted tonight was a text/image thing that said: You know those nights when you can't fall asleep? Well, maybe it's because you are awake, in someone else's dream. Hmm. Innnnteresting.

Another find was a fiery LJ entry I wrote something like four years ago, about buying jeans. Some things never change, because I still feel like that every time I shop for jeans! But it was funny to read that entry, because I totally forget some things I say/write, such as refer to a pair of jeans that fit perfectly everywhere except the waist by saying that "I very nearly set the little cocktease on fire." I get very angry when I shop for jeans.

And of course I'm starting to get tired now, at 4:45 in the fucking morning. Blah.

Into the woods, it's time to go.

"Better stop and take stock
while you're standing here stuck
on the steps of the palace."
--Into the Woods: "On the Steps of the Palace"

I'm rediscovering Into the Woods. It's always a perfect epic metaphor for whatever is going on in one's life. And chock full of COUNTLESS incredible quotes.

I started withdrawing from classes today, and sending necessary emails to TAs and whatnot. I still have to email Mary (Modern teacher) and Eileen (Creative Tools teacher) to ask about auditing their classes since I still want to participate, I just can't handle the work. It all left me very glum and queasy, even if it's what I need to do.

So I forced myself out of the house to buy supplies for a community school art class I'm taking (more on that in a second), then met Steve for dinner at Liberty Market. I love that place. Such fabulous food, desserts and coffee, and I love all the people that work there. I had tasty pasta, then Irish Coffee and a snickerdoodle. Liberty Market is the ONLY place that makes snickerdoodles as good as my family. Then I bought a chocolate truffle cookie for later, and got pints of their tasty caprese pasta salad and sweet potato salad. Feeling a little better about things now, all Irish Coffee warm and fuzzy. Liberty Market has amazing healing powers.

So this art class I signed up for is called Alternative Painting Processes and it's a 6-week night class given through the ASU community school. I've been wanting to take it for a long time, but haven't had my nights free until now. It's basically a class in funkier non-traditional art things like acrylic transfers, encaustic, and COLLAGE (which I LOVE). MY kind of art class. I had fun shopping for supplies tonight, even though art stuff is SO expensive. But I now own all these snazzy tubes of acrylic paint with delicious names like Dioxazine Purple, Titanium White, Cerulean Blue, and my favorite name: Alizarin Crimson (mostly because it's used in the song "Wear Your Love Like Heaven" originally by Donovan, but I love the Sarah McLachlan version the best). I'm really excited to get crazy with something different.

"So then which do you pick:
Where you're safe, out of sight,
and yourself, but where everything's wrong?
Or where everything's right
and you know that you'll never belong?"
--Into the Woods: "On the Steps of the Palace"