Hello, my name is Torrie

And I am way too indecisive for my own good.  I also like to panic about little things and am one of those incredibly boring people who finds something, likes it, and then refuses to ever even think about trying anything else.
I'll seriously go to Olive Garden and order spaghetti because
A) I'm too much of a sissy-lala to try anything else and
B) I've had it before and know I'll like it, so why mess with a good thing.
"What, you have all this wonderfully amazing Italian cuisine I can choose from?  Hmmm, you know what I'm gonna stick with the spaghetti...just to be safe."
Holy for ridiculous.
Anyways, back to my original story.  I've been needing to get some skinny jeans [or "Ron Skinners" as I call them in my head...he's the old sheriff in my hometown...don't ask].  And I like Old Navy jeans.  Or at least I've tried them on before and they work for me so I just say I like them and avoid having to look elsewhere for other jeans.
But Old Navy doesn't always like to have tall jeans in their stores, so I have to look online.  Old Navy also has this very happy deal where if you spend 50 bucks you get free shipping.  I can't pass that up.  So I decided to peruse the website and look for something else to fill up the rest of my little shopping basket...except then I suddenly ended up with about 12 things in there and an estimated bill of $200.
Not cool.
I finally narrowed it down to 5 things:

my jeans,

a striped shirt on clearance,

another shirt also on clearance,

one of the cutest cardigans I've ever seen,

and a flowery scarf.


Except then I still had to go back and re-read the reviews on each item a couple more times each.  And then I removed a couple things.  And then added them back.  And then I calculated and re-calculated.  And then I just decided to go for it.  So I hit the "Confirm Order" button, and instantly panicked.  Maybe I shouldn't have gotten the cardi?  Do I really need those shirts on clearance?  Since when do I wear scarves?  What if the one negative review on those jeans was right and everyone else is lying?


See what I mean?

A special thank you to Old Navy 

for stressing me out and having cute clothes.

And also for letting me borrow these pictures.

Halfway there

This week is halfway over.
My tests for this week are halfway done.
I halfway cleaned my room today.
My hours spent at work this week are halfway completed.
I'm halfway convinced that halfway isn't a real word.
And I halfway don't care.

You know those weeks where you just feel like you have a ton to do, but then you take a step back to fully assess the situation and realize that you really don't?

Having two tests in one week for the same class really messes with your brain.

I keep trying to validate my stress by reminding myself how I've yet to start studying for my second test

and I still have a pile of laundry in my room that needs to be folded

and now I need to make time on Friday to drive down to I.F. and return some stuff

and I have to get my taxes done

and remember how I was going to write up my goal plan on a poster board

and now I need to make a headband to complete my outfit for sister's wedding

and maybe I should figure out what class I'm taking next semester

and wasn't I going to de-clutter some of my stuff

and I need to start reading more of my books I got for Christmas

and my 25 before 25 list should probably be finalized soon

and when am I going to do my blog makeover I've been planning...

I don't know why I stress myself out about these little things all the time.  Really, there's no need for it.  Seriously, look at the things I'm trying to accomplish.  Not one of them is stress-worthy.  But I don't get them done and then I feel that tiny tinge of failure.  You know what I'm talking about, that little guilty feeling you get when the end of the day hits and you realize you did nothing you told yourself you'd do that day.  Yeah, I know it well.

I know that if I just slow down long enough to look at the situation I'll realized that oh hey this stuff really isn't stressful at all.  So here's to writing up a to do list for the next three weeks and knocking these things off one at a time...but then again thats just one more thing that might stress me out.