Insomnia

I can't sleep. It may possibly be one of the worser things of this world. Minus poverty. And cancer. And death. Ok, there are a lot more things that are worse than being unable to sleep.
But really though, it just isn't cool.
And what makes it even worse, is I know for a fact that I'm tired because I've been yawning up a storm. All night I've been yawning. I went to a movie (Tower Heist-it was ok. But I would recommend waiting for it to come out on DVD to see it. Not theater/movie ticket price worth it), and I was yawning the entire time. So, it's not because I'm not tired. Because I am.

I've decided it is because I have a lot on my mind right now. Honestly, always. I am always thinking about a ton of things. It just more normal for me when I have things to do. It's Thanksgiving break right now, so obviously I have nothing better to do than sit on my lazy behind and pin all the pins on Pinterest, check and re-check my Facebook, and Blog. Of course.

Ok but too many things on your mind when you have nothing else to distract you from it, that is also on the list of worst things in the world.

Don't worry, I'm attempting to figure my life out so I'm not such a nut case. Wish me luck. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep. Eventually.

However, I refuse to leave this post on a depressing "I can't sleep - I need sympathy note" so...

You can do it. 

P.S. Blog post to come giving details of my Thanksgiving holiday, as well as other interesting tid-bits about my recent life. Can I get a YEEEEEEEEE-AAAAAAHHHHHH?!?

I'm Gonna Get Stuff Done Today

I think I'm starting to not care.

Let me explain. Mostly this refers to blogging, but it could subconsciously refer to other aspects of my life ( to be analyzed later...). But for today's purposes, lets just assume that I am only talking about blogging.
My reasoning behind this? First, I used to be really good at it. Meaning, I was consistent (to a point..) and enjoyed spending hours sitting at my computer typing away about mindless things. Second, my past posts more or less have had steady themes. Each post had a purpose and some lesson I was attempting to teach or point I was trying to get across. Now, it just seems I throw words on a page and hope they make sense and entertain. How boring right? You're probably thinking, "C'mon Emily, get your life together and blog about things that actually matter." Here's how I'm going to respond to that:

There are much more important things in the world right now 

than how boring my blog is. 

Like world hunger.

Or the dishes that never get done in my apartment.  

SO THERE. 

(And that is me not caring)

Alright anyway. I'm gonna try and have a point to this post, but just don't get your hopes up. 

Dreams - everybody has got 'em. 

And I don't mean dreams as in a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a persons mind during sleep. Because not everyone has dreams. Me included. I swear, I don't dream. Either that, or I do and I just don't remember them. My brain must suck at memory. I would like to dream, I really would. A good fantasy would probably do some good for me. I just don't. And so thats that. 

Ok so yea. Dreams. 

-Things you wish to accomplish before you kick the bucket. 

-Or things you wish you could do, but really never can. [Like fly. Thats definitely a dream of mine. And being in an airplane DOES NOT count.] [Like magic. You don't know how much I wish I was a Harry Potter character and could summon things I need with 'Accio' or wave my wand and the dishes would be done. Yea that would be SO great.]  - [Speaking of Harry Potter, check this display that is in Wal*Mart: 

It was for Harry Potter 7.2 - which came out at midnight last night...

-Or the kind of things you wish for at 11:11 on 11/11/11.  The kind of things that no one else knows you wish for. 

Well anyway, one of my dreams of a few years finally came true the other week. For as long as I can remember, (and by that I mean back to my sophomore year of high school) I have known what I wanted to be when I grow up. And no, its not a ballerina or a firefighter or an astronaut. But that would be SICK. I would KILL to go to the moon. No, I have always known for a while that I want to/will be a nurse when I grow up. Everything about that profession is attractive to me. From the blood and guts, to the diagnoses and drugs, right down to the scrubs - I love it all. "That will be me one day" is really what I would think whenever I had to go to the doctor and I would have an encounter with a nurse. But how I was going to get to that point, I had no idea. It really baffled me. Nursing school is hard to get into. 

And so that is why when I got my acceptance letter the the BYU College of Nursing, I slightly freaked out. I was in shock for a solid 24 hours. At least. I didn't expect it. I was starting to brainstorm other options. And then this hit me like a bullet through my chest:

I AM GOING TO BE A REGISTERED NURSE THROUGH THE COLLEGE OF NURSING AT BYU. 

My dream came true. Is it going to be getting easier from here on out? Oh hello no. Am I still excited? Oh yes. This is going to be a great 3 years of my life. And even better, my best friend got accepted with me. Watch out. We are going to reap havoc. It shall be great. I am so much more excited than I am letting on. I tend to hide some of my feelings. Anywho, I'm stoked. And thanks in advance for the notes of Congratulation. 

Moral of the story: Don't give up. No one likes a quitter. And where would we be if people like Thomas Edison threw in the towel?

Sittin around in the dark. Duh. 

But really. Don't give up on your dreams. And when you have dreams, remember that to live them, you must wake up. You can't move on if you are living in the past. There is so much more out there for you, you just gotta be willing to chase it.  Just don't let this happen to you

Have a great day. 

:D