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Exhaling is becoming too easy.
I always have so much more to say before I sit down to type. As with this, I find myself typing out each entry mentally, as if my thoughts were meant to fit this livejournal script. Then a blank white screen graces my presence for long enough for me to be convinced that some things are meant to be left wandering about inside.
Caution: more randomness approaching...
I feel as though half of our emotions are unfolded through our own control, the others are too powerful; those just spill out uncontrolably. Sometimes the answer is at the tip of our tongue and we decide that is the day we left without taste buds. Self perception is a scary thing. So is the power of free will. I think day by day I am becoming more of a "dreamer", yet it is the only thing that keeps me grounded. enough.
My days til "Returning to Tally" countdown just hit 50. Give or take a few but, this approximation leaves me 2 to paint and such. Anyways, it has me all twisted. What will my life be like in 75 days when I am on my way home, and it is to 1000 High Road, instead of 28th Avenue? One thing though, not going home every other weekend. Not as if I do not want to spend my days with my favorite people, but I did this last year and missed out on well, I wouldn't really know now, would I? Then again, why am I thinking about this now, time will tell, and there is always a sign pointing me in a favorable direction.
At 9:47 tonight, I woke up from a nap. Call me lazy, ha! Isn't that the truth, but this is what I mean by signs. Promising I would work out today after work, my bed sounded so much hotter. But out of know where, giving me around 10 minutes to leave the house and still fit in a power hour of cardio before the gym closed, I am given this option. This happens to me sometimes before class or work or when deep down you know what you should be doing rather than sleeping. Weird. Glad I took it though.
Cheese sticks rock my world. I want to open a coffee shoppish type place that is open twenty four hours, and not in the form of a "50's Diner". It would be awesome, who's with me? Caffeine is about the last thing I need as of now. Some good tunes and a cuddle buddy would be nice. Since Jordan and I are having a sleepover party, YESSSSSSSSS....lucky (I know) she will have to do! nighters.
I always have so much more to say before I sit down to type. As with this, I find myself typing out each entry mentally, as if my thoughts were meant to fit this livejournal script. Then a blank white screen graces my presence for long enough for me to be convinced that some things are meant to be left wandering about inside.
Caution: more randomness approaching...
I feel as though half of our emotions are unfolded through our own control, the others are too powerful; those just spill out uncontrolably. Sometimes the answer is at the tip of our tongue and we decide that is the day we left without taste buds. Self perception is a scary thing. So is the power of free will. I think day by day I am becoming more of a "dreamer", yet it is the only thing that keeps me grounded. enough.
My days til "Returning to Tally" countdown just hit 50. Give or take a few but, this approximation leaves me 2 to paint and such. Anyways, it has me all twisted. What will my life be like in 75 days when I am on my way home, and it is to 1000 High Road, instead of 28th Avenue? One thing though, not going home every other weekend. Not as if I do not want to spend my days with my favorite people, but I did this last year and missed out on well, I wouldn't really know now, would I? Then again, why am I thinking about this now, time will tell, and there is always a sign pointing me in a favorable direction.
At 9:47 tonight, I woke up from a nap. Call me lazy, ha! Isn't that the truth, but this is what I mean by signs. Promising I would work out today after work, my bed sounded so much hotter. But out of know where, giving me around 10 minutes to leave the house and still fit in a power hour of cardio before the gym closed, I am given this option. This happens to me sometimes before class or work or when deep down you know what you should be doing rather than sleeping. Weird. Glad I took it though.
Cheese sticks rock my world. I want to open a coffee shoppish type place that is open twenty four hours, and not in the form of a "50's Diner". It would be awesome, who's with me? Caffeine is about the last thing I need as of now. Some good tunes and a cuddle buddy would be nice. Since Jordan and I are having a sleepover party, YESSSSSSSSS....lucky (I know) she will have to do! nighters.