it was fucking cold again today and i hated it. i battled it in earnest with a wonderfully warm scarf ryan's mom made me last winter and the new red leather gloves my mom bought for me over the weekend (a peace offering of sorts after she accused me of being spiteful when really i'm just oblivious and stupid) and i failed miserably. the wind whips and my hair twirls and dances with it. my lips are disgustingly chapped and my cheeks dry.
as of late i've been composing nightly "to do" lists for the next day, usually composed upwards of 20-25 items with valid things like: (1) finish calc homework during free period (2) get fafsa stuff (3) edit english paper (4) give blood (5) donate to unicef (6) re teach self semester of music theory, etc, etc. but also, to compensate for all the things i can't due (i.e., 5 and 6), i like to include stupid things like (17) floss and (21) remove nail polish just so i can feel somwhat accomplished when the day is over and i am able to cross off at least half of the items.
otherwise i'd feel pretty much like a huge, unaccomplished failure. and that's not a good feeling.