Do you like Shakespeare? Jeff Buckley? Watching movies on Sundays?

So I'm still on my exam sleeping pattern, which explains the 4 am blog. I have, in the past few hours:

• put clean bedding in the "guest room"
• sorted through pictures and pulled out the ones to frame
• framed a few of said pictures
• made two necklaces
• cleaned bathroom/vanity area
• fixed my wall outlet
• made a grocery list

Now, of course, AFTER exams are over, I can't seem to get my brain out of high gear. Hmm. No matter. As I ran from one end of the apartment to the other with all these chores, I was checking out Susan Cagle's Subway Recordings, one of my finds during my monster cd shopping spree with Jeff. Today was Tower Record's last day, and everything was $1 or less...I'm up to my earlobes in new music. This Subway Recordings, though, it's interesting...and the sugar-pop first song has already gotten stuck in my head...and it got me thinking about lists.

She goes through this whole Q & A session (all in the matter of one chorus) with a possible significant other. My already over-driven brain naturally went through the lists I've made throughout the years. It's shifted to reflect my ever-changing interests, and somehow it would get longer and longer and looonnngggeeerrr. I try to steer clear of these things now, knowing that boxing myself in like that is only asking for trouble. God's bigger than my lists, as are his plans.

The last list I wrote like that, though, was different. It was actually for a creative writing class, and it was in the form of a dialogue between two lovers, basically presenting a contract full of contingency clauses and warnings. I realized my last list wasn't a What-I-Want Checklist. Nope, this time around it was a Who-I-Am Checklist. Instead of writing out what I want in a guy, I wrote out a warning label of who I am...sort of an up front, this-is-what-you're-getting-yourself-into list. Of course, human warning labels make life a little less complicated and a little less fun.

I was heading somewhere with all this, but now I've lost my place. I know where to find it though...asleep in my bed. Exam-guilt-free sleep could be the greatest rest I've ever known.