I'm slowly deciding what to do with my life...the one that starts when I graduate. I've been looking up interesting things about Austin and falling in love with it more and more each day. It's weird to think that that time in my life is advancing so quickly; I'm not even 20, and yet in a year I'll be a college graduate. Saving up for furniture, a future apartment, realizing that my parents won't be my financial support forever. I don't know what it means to be on my own, nor am I ready to find out. I guess I'll experience it soon enough...better enjoy the safety while it lasts.
There are things about people that one learns over time, like things they're passionate about or what their favorite snack is or what they feel when they listen to a certain song. It's things like that that make me miss the people I love...and some I don't. One of the best things about getting to know friends is discovering those things about them that make them unique--the quirky thing they do that might usually go unnoticed.
I notice.
i've inherited a knack for puzzles.
if life were as simple as these puzzles, maybe I'd be better at it. I wonder whose place I'd rather be in...his or mine.
i have geographic tongue
and this week, it looks like this.
today feels like another one of those days needed to be spent by myself. I'm not in the mood to see people...not because I don't appreciate them being present in my life and not because I need a reflective day. I think about my life enough already. in fact, I'm now making the decision to think about other people's lives over mine. it's much nicer to see that those around me are happy.actually, I'm not sure where this mood comes from, but its here.
it's beautiful outside minus the slight chill, and thoughts stirring within me say to hell with my bad knees, and that it's a perfect day for a "hard day" run out on Cypress...pushing myself to the limit and running down hills so fast it doesn't feel like I'm running. it feels like a day for accomplishing things, and yet, I have work that I should be at now and a basketball game I refuse to not attend.
so now, after an accomplishing day at work, I feel better about things and am looking forward to what this evening might lend. basketball is in roughly 30 minutes, and I'm stoked. why do I love it so much? I don't know, but it's hard to find a better feeling than chills from a close, winning game. to celebrate with others in their success. to be present in that moment. if only we had more supportive fans.
speaking of fans, I'm watching the "Super Bowl Sports Center", and they just did a pan of the crowd of fans. in the midst of da Bears fans was a man in a Marlins jersey. wrong sport, wrong state, wrong jersey. as I keep telling myself, "get it together."
gross, right? in case you're wondering about this whole "disease", as it looks, the lighter portion in the middle of the tongue is what color the whole thing is supposed to be. the "raw patches" are caused and placed at random due to God knows what...usually stress. I didn't think I was that stressed out...apparently my stress is out of control. for those of you who may now be discouraged to eat/drink after me, have no worries. it's not contagious. I'm not real sure why I got it in the first place...I guess that's what a senior year in high school will do to you.
today feels like another one of those days needed to be spent by myself. I'm not in the mood to see people...not because I don't appreciate them being present in my life and not because I need a reflective day. I think about my life enough already. in fact, I'm now making the decision to think about other people's lives over mine. it's much nicer to see that those around me are happy.actually, I'm not sure where this mood comes from, but its here.
it's beautiful outside minus the slight chill, and thoughts stirring within me say to hell with my bad knees, and that it's a perfect day for a "hard day" run out on Cypress...pushing myself to the limit and running down hills so fast it doesn't feel like I'm running. it feels like a day for accomplishing things, and yet, I have work that I should be at now and a basketball game I refuse to not attend.
so now, after an accomplishing day at work, I feel better about things and am looking forward to what this evening might lend. basketball is in roughly 30 minutes, and I'm stoked. why do I love it so much? I don't know, but it's hard to find a better feeling than chills from a close, winning game. to celebrate with others in their success. to be present in that moment. if only we had more supportive fans.
speaking of fans, I'm watching the "Super Bowl Sports Center", and they just did a pan of the crowd of fans. in the midst of da Bears fans was a man in a Marlins jersey. wrong sport, wrong state, wrong jersey. as I keep telling myself, "get it together."
if i could do anything with my life, regardless of skill or practice, I'd be in a broadway musical.
my life has become slightly more regimented...thank goodness. I accomplish things much better when they are written in a list that is in front of me at all times, and I'm slowly coming to know how Earl feels once a task has been crossed off.
of course it's still a mess...my life I mean. or at least what I surround myself with. my room smells oddly of pumpkin and peanut butter, which weirds me out because i had a PB&J bagel for lunch today, and I can't decide whether or not the smell is going to hinder my craving of anything peanut buttery for the next few days. my car is not my own; it's finally getting rid of dents thanks to the accident that occured just a few days before christmas. instead I'm driving murf (my mom's car), which makes me feel like I'm in an aquarium. the "TECH MOM" sticker on the back makes me want to attach a flashing billboard, letting all onlookers know that I'm not a mom, except to a new goldfish who has finally decided that there is more to life than stressing out on the bottom of the bowl and that eating is a great idea.
reasons I like Ruston:
- friends. I make more every day, and am, unfortunately, losing most of them to their graduation in May. there are quite a few others I've lost along the way, and am hoping to eventually gain them back before I leave for good...whenever that is. they occupy most of my time these days, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
- roads. no matter where you drive in this town, it's impossible to get lost. exploring them is one of the many ways I love to spend my time.
- lack of entertainment. as much as it sucks to have to drive 30 minutes to do any kind of "important", I love sharing the moments with other people while, usually they, decide what to do with our spare time.
this will always be one of my favorite days.
of course it's still a mess...my life I mean. or at least what I surround myself with. my room smells oddly of pumpkin and peanut butter, which weirds me out because i had a PB&J bagel for lunch today, and I can't decide whether or not the smell is going to hinder my craving of anything peanut buttery for the next few days. my car is not my own; it's finally getting rid of dents thanks to the accident that occured just a few days before christmas. instead I'm driving murf (my mom's car), which makes me feel like I'm in an aquarium. the "TECH MOM" sticker on the back makes me want to attach a flashing billboard, letting all onlookers know that I'm not a mom, except to a new goldfish who has finally decided that there is more to life than stressing out on the bottom of the bowl and that eating is a great idea.
reasons I like Ruston:
- friends. I make more every day, and am, unfortunately, losing most of them to their graduation in May. there are quite a few others I've lost along the way, and am hoping to eventually gain them back before I leave for good...whenever that is. they occupy most of my time these days, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
- roads. no matter where you drive in this town, it's impossible to get lost. exploring them is one of the many ways I love to spend my time.
- lack of entertainment. as much as it sucks to have to drive 30 minutes to do any kind of "important", I love sharing the moments with other people while, usually they, decide what to do with our spare time.
this will always be one of my favorite days.
i like finding songs that feel like they're written about me. they let me know that i'm not the only one that's crazy.
so this was written, partially in my head and partially on paper, last week sometime…around Tuesday. life has changed a lot since then, but I figured a late post is better than none at all. so here goes.
“all my bags are packed, I’m ready to go…”
that’s right…my bags are still
packed. I’m honestly afraid to unpack them in fear of finding things I
don’t really want to see…like how many items of clothing I own, but can’t really
fit into or don’t really wear until I’m out of laundry—really just the amount of
things in my life that need to be sorted through in the near future. the
clothes are clean, at least, but from the looks of my room, one would guess
otherwise.
after lots of working and several sporadic trips to
Benton, Baton Rouge, and the Mandeville/Covington/New Orleans area, I’m about
driven out, and for the first time, I wasn’t ready for break to be over.
some things I rediscovered and some I learned while I was on the
road…
· I’ll never be too old to enjoy a
fort.
· shopping is direly unsuccessful when
one feels/appears to be 40 years old and stomping through a mid life
crisis.
· “simple” is my favorite way of
life.
· my sense of direction is
impeccable.
· straying from the familiar is
completely worth it. sticking to your guns is too.
**right now, I’m watching Scream 3. it’s quite incredible…and by incredible I mean incredibly terrible. I’d sadly forgotten how many people die in these movies and how lame the characters are that the writers have chosen to keep alive. I’d also forgotten that this series came out just as Courtney Cox and David Arquette became an item, Patrick Dempsey is in this movie, and I haven’t seen Neve Campbell since this movie.
do you ever have a night where the only company you want is your own?
tonight is one of those nights.
“all my bags are packed, I’m ready to go…”
that’s right…my bags are still
packed. I’m honestly afraid to unpack them in fear of finding things I
don’t really want to see…like how many items of clothing I own, but can’t really
fit into or don’t really wear until I’m out of laundry—really just the amount of
things in my life that need to be sorted through in the near future. the
clothes are clean, at least, but from the looks of my room, one would guess
otherwise.
after lots of working and several sporadic trips to
Benton, Baton Rouge, and the Mandeville/Covington/New Orleans area, I’m about
driven out, and for the first time, I wasn’t ready for break to be over.
some things I rediscovered and some I learned while I was on the
road…
· I’ll never be too old to enjoy a
fort.
· shopping is direly unsuccessful when
one feels/appears to be 40 years old and stomping through a mid life
crisis.
· “simple” is my favorite way of
life.
· my sense of direction is
impeccable.
· straying from the familiar is
completely worth it. sticking to your guns is too.
**right now, I’m watching Scream 3. it’s quite incredible…and by incredible I mean incredibly terrible. I’d sadly forgotten how many people die in these movies and how lame the characters are that the writers have chosen to keep alive. I’d also forgotten that this series came out just as Courtney Cox and David Arquette became an item, Patrick Dempsey is in this movie, and I haven’t seen Neve Campbell since this movie.
do you ever have a night where the only company you want is your own?
tonight is one of those nights.
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