An Introduction to SaraLand

There is something wrong with me, definitely. I don't really know what is. But I check my reader and I read the posts and I mark them unread so I comment over the weekend, and come the weekend, I am bombarded with studying I have procrastinated about all week.

And, that, ladies (and gentlemen) sums up my life at the moment.

In other news:

• My eyesight is getting worse, I am now -1 and -0.75 (yes, that's getting worse) and I need to wear my glasses all the time now. I am taking the chance to buy new glasses. I want them framed, and possibly tortoise and wayfarer/squared/rectangular. Suggestions?
• My car has been giving me a hard time; a flat tire on the highway and stuff, but it's all good.
• The best friend wrote this beautiful post, which made me sad in a way, and thankful in another way...but mostly sad. 

I need my life back. I need to see my friends, I need to write again, I need to read again. But then again, I am scared at the thought that I might have free time. Free time kills me, I get bored really easily and usually end up depressed.

I guess, then I will have more time to blog, and maybe my blog would be what it used to be. But things change, and not always to the better. But that's failure, right?

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The other day, boyfriend and I were talking and I was explaining to him how things are different in my world; SaraLand. In SaraLand, I said, we express love and affection through pinching and biting - randomly (and not in a sexual way, it's totally casual) and we usually freak out when things are going fine. We tend to cocoon when life becomes too much to take.

We always, always procrastinate. And so on. Our national emblem is a proud white unicorn, its horn sparkling and colorful, and it stands with pride at the center of our flag - behind it is a lightening bolt. Because things aren't always bright and cheery in SaraLand.