Musings

Yesterday Glenda and I were talking about how wonderful it would be to be someone's muse. To know that I'd inspired a song, sketch or pair of panties (hey, I'm not picky) would be very complimentary. Then I got to thinking that one probably cannot aim to be a muse. I think that's something that happens unplanned and unknowingly. But what I can do is find my own muse: this is my new project. Hopefully he/she will inspire more than a blog post.

I had a case of the nerves this morning, while I was supposed to be focused on my first exam of the semester. I was in class early but somehow was shorted an answer sheet and a test copy at least 15 minutes into the exam. There were people leaving because they'd finished their tests before I even had one on my desk. I'm not sure why but I panicked, and decided to rush through my exam. I doubt I'll be seeing an A on that one. I guess I can't buy all the new Hard Candy revival polishes I had my eye on. But it does feel good to scratch off one exam from the schedule I taped up on my wall! To assure this doesn't happen to me next week (two economics tests, yikes) I'll be studying 24/7 in the following days. Starting tomorrow.

I cleaned my entire suite's common area today. It's shiny and I love it. Cleaning had never been a big thing for me until I moved out of my parents' home. Never have I appreciated my mother and father (they're both extremely tidy) more that those first few months of suffering in my dorm freshman year. Now I've developed an unhealthy obsession with cleanliness. That's alright though, isn't it?

Also, I'm glad other women found Maureen Dowd's latest article a little depressing. More depressing than being a woman, I mean. She mentioned the "second shift", the pressure to stay youthful and the stress of being a mother. These are all legitimate stresses and certainly nothing to smile about but I hope that as I grow older I'll feel a lot like I do today; optimistic about the future and thankful that I am a woman.