To all my friends who make fun of me for double checking I locked the car and my paranoia about the car not being there when I return, well jokes on you because our car got stolen today. Just I wasn’t driving it.
Song of the Day: Cowboys in the Void by QUILT.
Its just occurred to me Ive been shopping my feelings.
Song of the Day: Dont Let Me Get Me by Pink.
I have this CD, somewhere…
J insists on ghost bees as well, Jon. Its not just you.
Thanksgiving was okay. Spent it at H’s, and at the last minute, my dad decided not to go because apparently he wasnt feeling well and my mom was really annoyed about that. I enjoyed the company though.
One did. No one else did.
Im answering this and “how are you feeling?” together.
Im well. Recovering from being MRSA’d. I may put up a photo of that whole ordeal. Im so ready for this semester to be over. Im ready to see friends. I want Natan to come home and Im excited to see Jon and I just want to sleep all day and I wish time would slow down a bit. I pulled my first all nighter Monday, and was literally up 24 hrs straight and that was really intense. I mean Ive done all nighters before, but not 24 hrs… Im excited about prospects of volunteering at Coney Island Hospital. Im excited Ive lost a fair amount of weight, but I really want to reach my goal by the end of the year (Im like 5 or 6 pounds away from my immediate goal) so I really need to turn it up a notch. Im really missing Arizona, and Liberty, and my grandpa. I went through photo albums with my mom last week I think and its crazy how much she knows and this about that person and that about this photo and I wish I could remember it all. Im also really loving Paul McCartneys new album; J bought it for me for the holidays. Im nervous about grad school and once this semester comes to an end I cant stop and relax because then I have to worry about that. I wish there was a big pause button because sometimes I feel like Im not savoring the important things in life by having to do everything NOW. Im afraid I will be 40 in the blink of an eye and have nothing to show for it; no memories or recollections. Just papers and projects to prove I was alive. I also want to take up water color painting and soccer.
None of the above. Even if there was a documentary literally about my life, it would only capture a portion of what actually went on. Movies arent meant to describe lives, and neither are books. The only thing that accurately describes your life is what you live through. Cant even rely on your memories…