Ahh, the guilt of procrastination. It freezes me at times. Take the past month, for instance. I see this endless list of things I’m ’supposed’ to do, things I’ve brought upon myself, but I don’t do them. I don’t know why… surely I’d feel more free if I completed these things. But, I’m still here, stuck. The guilt causes me to avoid things I love as a sort of punishment – if I can’t honor my personal commitments, why should I allow myself to blog? Or take new photographs? I’m not sure there’s logic in it, but it’s the way my brain works sometimes.

I wish I could organize my personal life as easily as I can my work and school lives. I rarely fall behind when I am accountable to someone other than myself, when I have a manager or teacher to please. Why can’t I award myself the same respect and discipline? Why can’t I do the same for friends or family?

*sigh* Maybe admitting this will make me feel accountable. Maybe I’ll actually complete those commitments someday. It’d surely be better than wallowing in this guilt.

First off, the Muppets rule. They’re awesome. If I had to pick a few defining pop culture influences on my life, the work of The Jim Henson Company would appear near (or at?) the top of the list. From Tale of the Bunny Picnic to A Muppet Christmas Carol, Fraggle Rock to Labyrinth, my childhood and even adult life have been seriously colored by the Muppet world. I just love all of it. The creativity and talent, the ridiculous humor, every last thing about it is wonderful!

I think, if I were a Muppet, I’d probably be a cross between Red Fraggle, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, and Scooter. I’d have some strange mix of Red’s optimism, Bunsen’s experimental nature, and Scooter’s side-kick/behind-the-scenes persona. I know, it doesn’t sound like the most cohesive of character traits, but I think it actually sums me up relatively well.

I’ve almost made it to the end of NaBloPoMo! I can’t give up now, right? But I can’t think of a cohesive topic to write about today. Boo!

I think that means it’s a good day for a random bullet list!

• I wish I liked more kinds of tea. I can sometimes drink flavored green teas, and fruity white teas are ok, but I don’t enjoy black tea very often. The only way I can drink black tea is cold, mixed with lots of lemonade Arnold Palmer style, or in the form of chai.
• I’m so excited that it’s Christmas season finally! I’m gonna have to break out the Emmet Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas DVD pretty soon!
• I’ve basically adopted the Nintendo DS that Jon is borrowing (or recently purchased?) from his friend. I got Professor Layton and the Curious Village from GameFly and have been playing the heck out of it. It’s a really fun puzzle solving game!
• I was told today that I’m too humble. I don’t see it. Maybe I just have high expectations of other people..? I rarely assume I can do something better than someone else, but that’s not really humble, it’s just reasonable.
• I wore my contacts to work today! No one really noticed because I also dyed my hair dark brown and people were busy noticing that! Of course, most of my coworkers have seen me in contacts at one point or other, it’s just been 9 months or so since they last witnessed my green eyes in their full glory!

A girl stand in front of her closet, looking at her collection of amusing t-shirt. She frowns. Today, a t-shirt just won’t do! It’s Thanksgiving, and instead of spending it at a family member’s house where her usual attire would pass, she’s been invited to a moderately fancy restaurant.

“Maybe the one with the stripes?” she thinks. She pulls the slightly silky material over her head and wanders into the bathroom to look in the mirror. She quickly realizes that the last time she wore this shirt she was probably 20 pounds lighter. She pulls the striped item off as she heads back to the closet.

After thinking on it for a few more moment, she finally grabs the one item she thinks might both fit and be reasonably suitable for the occasion, when compared to the t-shirts anyway. It’s a navy blue sweater from the 1970’s that she permanently borrowed from her Father several years ago. It crackles with static as she slides her head through the neck hole. Her reflection confirms that this sweater is the best bet for the day, but she silently vows that next year she’ll either fit into something hanging in the back of her closet or invest in a piece that doesn’t involve 100% pre-shrunk cotton decorated by catchy logos.