Emmy tagged me for this eleventy months ago

I’m too tired to think of something clever or even remotely interesting to write and what better solution is there than to do one of those silly memes? Exactement.

Word for the week in my head is: work. Yes, I do realize that I don’t have a job. That I don’t have babies to sit or dogs to walk or parents to care for. And yet, every single minute of the day is filled with work. For uni. Reading, note taking, preparing, reading, discussing, lectures, reading, essay writing, reading, report writing - you get the picture. From the time I get up to the nightly hour when I collapse into bed. Is that because I’m stupider than everyone else or is it because I picked a university that challenges (hello, understatement!) its students? I can never tell.

Thought for the week in my head is: Christmas. Oh yes. It’s all I can think about. Christmas markets in Aachen and Maastricht start next weekend and the decorations are everywhere already. I swear, I am basically still a ten-year-old kid, that’s how ridiculously excited I am about Christmas. It is the best time of the year, no questions asked.

Thing for the week in my life is: my new fleece pants. That does make me sound like an old woman who never ever leaves the house and spends her day talking to her seven cats. I am aware of that. But these pants, they’re American Eagle pants that my host mom sent me, and I don’t think I have ever had such comfortable pants. They make life cozier! Which, obviously, is always a plus.

Song for the week in my head is: Breathe by Alexi Murdoch. I have been listening to his music all week like a complete maniac which is ironic because his music is sooo calming and pretty. Then of course, at today’s lecture, Pretty English Prof referred us to Berkeley University’s webcasts and he was all like, YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DOWNLOAD SOME LECTURES ONTO YOUR MP3-PLAYERS, THEY’RE REALLY GOOD. (More on this in a later post. Possibly.) So, no more Alexi Murdoch because I love Pretty English Prof so much that I have to do anything he says. Sigh.

Food for the week in my belly is: coffee substitutes. I couldn’t come up with a type of food because I only ever eat pasta, anyway, and this week especially my eating has been very weird. I feel constantly confused about whether I am starving or sick from having eating too much. I must have some sort of virus, I guess. And what says DRINK INSANE AMOUNTS OF SWEET MOCCA COFFEE really more than an upset stomach?

Color for the week in my life is: yellow. I bought this yellow striped scarf and I believe there should be more yellow in the world. You may think it’s childish or subtly supporting the Simpsons but at the end of the day it’s a happy, friendly color and yellow scarfs - or shoes even - will make you smile. Smiles make the world a better place. Insert peace-oriented Beatles song here.

Smile for the week on my face is: friends. I have made two really great friends at uni, J and S, and when I stop for a second and think about it, this makes me very, very happy. If you know me, you have given up all hope and come to live with the fact that I am more of a loner than anybody else you know. I don’t like going out every weekend, talking on the phone without having a reason to, or hanging out every night of the week. However, I hate being all alone all the time - as I guess any normal (most relative term I know) person does. It’s a relief to think that I have found two such great girls and that we understand each other as though we’d been friends all our lives. Two best friends, in my opinion, are worth so much more than a huge group of random people that you hang out with just because it’s supposedly important to run with the crowd.

Blessing for the week in my heart is: my life. As mentioned, I’ve been feeling sick to my stomach for a couple of days now and last night I also felt very dizzy and dead tired and then I felt as though my heart kept missing beats (this may have been in my imagination only but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t) and when I went to bed, I suddenly had this weird panic come over me that I might have some sort of crazy virus; that I would fall asleep and never wake up again. It’s a scary thought, really. Especially when your mind is as silly as mine and has no difficulty whatsoever to draw a straight line from queasy feeling to dying in my sleep to making up all sorts of scenarios in which no one would find my lifeless body until two weeks after the fact. Anyways, I realized that I haven’t done many of the things I want to do with my life but at the same time, I have no regrets, no complaints (granted, I do complain a lot, but we all know that they’re First World problems that everyone should be ashamed of even mentioning in the first place), and I’m living life exactly like I want to right now. I’m not waiting for anything to happen and I’m not dreading for anything to happen. If that’s not a blessing, I don’t know what is.

On that note, have a great Thursday night everyone and a fun Friday tomorrow and a wonderful weekend!

Just spreadin’ the joy here, my friends. (Name that other one.)