I've been trying to find things to fill my days with...but road blocks keep coming up.
Wanted to re-learn languages - my RS program hates me and refuses to work after 2 lessons. After wanting to watching a movie this weekend, realized I have only a handful of friends left in Dallas, and if they're busy, I'm SOL. Considering doing yoga and/or kickboxing, but a) requires money and b) I have no endurance. Had a small hope of visiting friends either in NYC or LA, but again, no monies. Even went to church for the first time in almost a year, and the message was too doctrinal for me to absorb. The only thing that's effective at taking my mind off things for a few hours is working retail part-time. It's easy and relatively fun, and by the time I get home, I'm too exhausted to think.
Running out of ideas, here. Please, God, help me.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Purchases
Vince V-Neck Cashmere Cardigan ON SALE
Also, other things. I'm not sure they made me feel better.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Love
Guys, are you sick of these crazy long posts with nothing but words yet? Do you miss the mindless pictures and random videos? Sorry, but too bad.
I've come to the conclusion that as much as I can sit here and wallow in my own pity party, that's just the broken-hearted person inside of me trying to make me turn into a big bitter baby. But that's not how I naturally am; that's not me at the basic level. I tried to be a cynic and I've tried the whole jaded-with-life schtick, and neither works for me, because both make me unhappy. What I really am, what I've always been and always will be, is a romantic. I believe in love, and I think it's beautiful, and I know it makes me happy.
Cheeeeeesy enough for you?
It's true, though. When I love somebody or something, I play for keeps. All in. Hold nothing back. Maybe that's kind of intense, I don't know. But I'm good at it! And I'm gonna keep at it, somehow.
That's all this post is, really. Kind of a personal (or not so personal, whatever) reminder that love is good. Love is good.
I've come to the conclusion that as much as I can sit here and wallow in my own pity party, that's just the broken-hearted person inside of me trying to make me turn into a big bitter baby. But that's not how I naturally am; that's not me at the basic level. I tried to be a cynic and I've tried the whole jaded-with-life schtick, and neither works for me, because both make me unhappy. What I really am, what I've always been and always will be, is a romantic. I believe in love, and I think it's beautiful, and I know it makes me happy.
Cheeeeeesy enough for you?
It's true, though. When I love somebody or something, I play for keeps. All in. Hold nothing back. Maybe that's kind of intense, I don't know. But I'm good at it! And I'm gonna keep at it, somehow.
That's all this post is, really. Kind of a personal (or not so personal, whatever) reminder that love is good. Love is good.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Intermission
Gap Fall 2010
Yes, I know it's 4AM. I'm all emo now, remember, guys? I've gots deep thoughts and stuff going on. But anyways - if and when I get a serious office job, I will wear all of this. Golf claps for Patrick Robinson.
Yes, I know it's 4AM. I'm all emo now, remember, guys? I've gots deep thoughts and stuff going on. But anyways - if and when I get a serious office job, I will wear all of this. Golf claps for Patrick Robinson.
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