It's pouring rain outside my room right now and fortunately I'm in my natural habitat: pajamas, hot chocolate, and only the dim christmas lights above my window to keep my eyes from closing shut. As previously brought to attention, it's exam week. I've been studying quite literally all day for my chemistry exam on Friday. Might you be asking yourself, why do I care? My point exactly.

People watching, one of "the little things" (tee hee), is beyond entertaining during exam week. Alter egos emerge. Efficiency spreads. Creativity bursts. Simply, under pressure, everyone acts differently. Personally, when I'm in a time crunch, my sarcasm spirals out of control and my creativity soars. Yesterday, one of my less "productive" days, I found myself laying on the floor, listening to the London Symphony (in particular Mozart: Clarinet Concerto in A- Adagio) and working on an Indian mosaic. Where did this side of me come from? I'm not quite sure.

Do deadlines make us realize how much we're missing out on? As I was writing down my to do list in my Franklin planner (Mmm I love the smell of leather), I realized how many other things I'd rather be doing (shocker.) I realized how much I'd love to lay around and listen to The Morning Benders or Iron and Wine, go for a run (ahh exercise, what?), read my cooking light cookbook, or catch up on this week's Outsourced.

Furthermore, it scares me to see my potential, and that of others, for a short period of time, only to slip back into a relaxed, steady lifestyle pushing aside things that I really want to do. It's too easy to keep pushing aside the road trips you always wanted to take, the goals just within reach, the recipes just screaming to be tried out, or the stack of classic novels that should've already been read. As I like to say, it truly is the little things in life, the things that you're passionate about, that make any day or period of time worth while.

Until next time, I'll be writing a list of things I'd like to do over christmas break, and strangely wishing weeks like these came more than once a semester.

It's two fifteen in the morning and might I add, exam week. Am I the brightest bulb for creating a blog on behalf of my caffeine rush? Maybe, probably, most likely, certainly not. Regardless, I'm awake and my cranium is at work. 

Fun fact, if you're ever stuck in a pickle and in need of small talk, the weather never fails. Speaking of, it's been absolutely gorgeous here in Wilmington. The air always smells a salty breeze, and the sun seems to hit the window next to my bed at just the right angle. 

Last Sunday, my small talk of the weather turned into surprisingly pleasant afternoon. I grabbed my navy longchamp, ipod, and a list of book recommendations. I stopped by the library and picked up The Friday Night Knitting Club. Definitely not my first choice (I was hoping to find The Art of Racing in the Rain) but thus far it's been a satisfying, easy read. Not twenty minutes of starfishing on my blanket on hoggard lawn did I find myself face-planted in my book, quite literally soaking up the sun. Power nap win.

A view from the edge of my book...

Until next time, when the real blog begins, I'll (hopefully) have my head in my books.

Cheers.