Movement and Letters to Inanimate Objects 2/8

This is in the Grand Floridian. Awesome!

Listening to Comfortable by John Mayer
Thinking about what to make for dinner (since that's my responsibility now that I've moved out)
    For those of you who skimmed over the little "listening to/thinking about" section - shame on you! - I've moved out! I'm living in a house forty-five minutes away from campus with three friends, and it's frickin awesome. Just sayin'. My room is small, and currently dominated by boxes and pieces of my bed.
    Why is my bed in pieces you ask? Because our local Ikea is moronic. They left out the majority of the pieces for my bed in the packages we got. For example: the very first piece we needed to make my bed? Long board with a crescent type cut out in the middle of one side? Missing. The first piece. Really? Also, the head and footboard. (I do have a separate headboard with storage in it that we bought and built separately; these are the back and front pieces of the platform.) How do you forget to put those in? We did finally get all the pieces, but my dad can't come help build it until Thursday - that is, tomorrow - so tonight is my last night sleeping on a mattress on the floor, and I couldn't be happier.
    Sidenote: my bed is the kind with drawers in it, because I don't have room for a dresser and bed and desk and bookshelf in my room. So we combined two. Well, I currently don't have a place for all my clothes, so I've been living out of boxes since Saturday. I feel like a hobo. I hobo who no longer lives with her parents, but a hobo nonetheless.
    Here are some letters!

Dear Ikea,

Get your crap together. Your level of disorganization is astounding. I was so angry upon finding yet another piece missing from my bed that I wanted to go to your store and jump on every neatly made bed you had on display. I wanted to put fingerprints on all the stainless steel stuff, and leave my food on the table in your little cafeteria. And leave my chair out for someone to trip on. And my cart in the middle of the parking deck. 

Dear Bertolli frozen dinner,

I really wish I had known I needed a pot to cook you in and that you weren't steam-in-the-bag. I was so dismayed upon finding out I couldn't have garlic shrimp and pasta for dinner on Monday. But those weren't tears. Really.

Dear e.l.f. mineral make-up,

You are the greatest make-up I have ever used in my life. I just got your mineral eyeshadow yesterday, and I am never going back. This love affair isn't going anywhere, so get used to it. It's gonna be a good forever. :)

Sincerely, 
Sarah Jane

Things At Which I Am Pun-Skilled

from here

Chilling out to Waltz of the Snowflakes by Tchaikovsky, from the Nutcracker (Yes, I realize that it's no longer Christmas time, and that I'm also not "chilling" as the high today was about 65 degrees and it's January, and there isn't a snowflake in sight. Welcome to Georgia.)
Once again unable to sleep.
    Here's the deal, my little bloglets (I don't mean the diminutive form of "blog"... more of a cross of "blogger" and "Piglet." Don't judge me). I haven't gone to bed at a reasonable hour since last year. I don't mean that in a joking "it's only January, so it wasn't that long ago" way. I mean, for the past month I've laid staring up at my ceiling until 2:45-4 a.m., desperately longing to fall asleep and unable to do so. A month is a long time to survive on very little sleep, people. Yes, I have tried taking things like Benadryl and Advil P.M., and drinking herbal tea, and not doing things on my computer right before I want to sleep. For the most part, the most active thing I do before bed is read a book, and I know from the experience of falling asleep while reading in the past that this is not something that would keep me awake.
    Truth be told, I think it's stress. What I'm stressing over, I have no idea. My semester's going smoothly, work is fine, and the process of moving and getting to know my new roommates and Haley has been one of the most delightfully easy experiences ever. So why am I not sleeping? The answer remains illusive.
    So here I am, at two a.m. completely bushed, and not able to fall asleep. My solution? Blog! If this whole thing makes no sense, you now know why. Here are 5 things I'm not good at!

1. Sleeping. We've been through this.
2. Waking up on time. I feel this is sort of a cause and effect thing. I don't sleep, so I don't wake up. There you go.
3. Being prepared for things, like class. I'm actually getting better at this one this semester - I've been prepared for most of my classes these last two weeks. Other than not having my books yet, but I had ordered them, they just hadn't arrived. Not my fault. :)
4. Eating healthy. Another thing I'm improving on, but still not perfect. I eat healthily at work, and on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Sundays. Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday need some help. I'm feeling some Chick-fil-A in my future. Bright side: the closest Chick-fil-A to my new house - which will henceforth be referred to as the SHAM-house* - is about ten to fifteen minutes away. Because I'm a lazy person, I'm hoping my laziness will override my love for Chick-fil-A. I know this is improbable, but here's hoping, right?
5. Working out when I really should. Yeah, I know what those of you who know me are saying: "You don't need to work out - you're skinny!" So what? Skinny people are still unhealthy and can get sick because of weak  immune systems and poor diets. Trust me; I know from experience. Luckily, my favorite way I've ever worked out is ballet, and there's a perfect banister at the SHAM-house to use for barre work. I just have to get my lazy butt up to do it!

    After all that negative, here are a few things I am good at: Puns!

• At work the other night, I made a dorky joke (when don't I?) and my co-worker Jessica said, "You are so corny." I replied, "What are you talking about? I'm a-maize-ing! Maize! Like corn? Corny?" Yeah, I probably didn't need to explain it, but I felt it necessary since she couldn't see me spelling "a-maize-ing" in my head as I spoke it. 
• I met Johnny and his girlfriend - who is all kinds of awesome - for a late lunch on Friday, and Johnny, skinny white nerd that he is, made this hilarious pun: "I'm so g I'm almost h." I feel like someone might have made that joke before, but based solely on my obnoxious guffaw when I heard it, you'd think otherwise. 
• On the same day, Johnny's girl Tori announced, "There's a hipster in the house!" So I said, "At least it's not a thigh-ster." Ha.

* Have you noticed I'm totally into asterisks right now? They're so freakin' fun! So, SHAM-house. It's from the initials of it's inhabitants: Sarah (Jane), Haley, Allison, Miranda. It was either SHAM or MASH. And we decided SHAM-house sounds like SHAM-WOW, so we liked that better.

Good Eats

VeggieTales? Yes!

Listening to This Boy by the Beatles. All-time favorite Beatles song. :)
Chilling in the Social Sciences building on campus.
    So I'm trying really hard to be healthy this year. Never mind that I had Chick-fil-A three (3) times last week. I'm starting now. After I finish eating this enormous sugar cookie... Seriously. I'm going to be good.
    A major problem I'm having with the whole eating healthy thing is that the options here on campus aren't quite stellar. I mean, if I eat in the commons I can have a salad, some hummus (hummus is yummus), or a wrap, but I don't really like eating alone in the commons, and that's what would happen on Mondays and Wednesdays. The other choices* for food on campus are either Chick-fil-A, or getting something at Jazzman's coffee in the Social Science building. So today I went with Jazzman's. I got a turkey club wrap, which was soggy (with what I'm not entirely sure) and a watered down fruit cup. After that dissatisfaction what choice did I have but to get a massive sugar cookie the size of my face with blue icing and sprinkles that was beckoning to me from the display case? None, that's what. I'd have taken a picture to show you just how irresistible this thing is was, but it's gone. It was gone as soon as I got it. And now I'm so full I look like I'm about to give birth to a food baby.
    Now, I have many ideas for healthy eating that I fully intend to implement when I move out and start buying my own groceries. Chick-fil-A is going to take the backseat and I'm going to make friends with nuts, fruits, and fresh veggies for snacks. I'm even going to start exercising somehow. I was thinking either taking some adult ballet classes (but since I've already taken eight years I'm not sure how much good a beginners' class will do me), or even some belly dancing classes. Something that involves dance and doesn't take place at a gym (they scare me). Aren't I such an inspiration? Ha.
    How is everyone else intending on getting healthier for the new year? Since I know so many peoples' new years resolutions are to lose weight and get in shape, let's hear your ideas!

*I say other choices as if they are the only two. They're not, they're just convenient because all my classes are right nearby, and although I'm going to be healthier, I'm not hauling myself all over campus to find something to eat.