How those furious affections followed you.
I feel like I'm laughing a lot more this semester than I ever did last semester. Maybe that's untrue. But it seems like it. I always end up staying up late with Anne or Phil (or both, as was the case last night) until the point that we laugh at everything. Anne and I were rolling on the floor of our room last night because Prince Ali from Aladdin started randomly playing from my iTunes. It's the little things.
I'm getting back into running again. During break I had all but abandoned it because it was too cold and I don't belong to a gym. It feels good to be challenging my body again, but then again it takes so little to do that lately. I don't know if it's a mental or physical block. Once I hit three miles though, I pretty much quit. Not good. Must. Get. Into. Shape.
Currently I'm working on a fresh start. I periodically try to erase all the stress or bitterness or whatever that has built up over the last couple months. I realize this probably seems silly, but my goal this year is to avoid being cynical about this Valentine's stuff. I will take the holiday and all it's cute little hearts and lace and frills without annoyance. That's my goal. It just seems as if it's everywhere. I doubt I'd like the holiday even if I did have a special someone. Much too commercialized and cliche; I really don't see anything romantic about it. But, rather than actively be bothered by it, I will embrace it with neutral feelings and go along with my wonderfully simple life.
I'm getting back into running again. During break I had all but abandoned it because it was too cold and I don't belong to a gym. It feels good to be challenging my body again, but then again it takes so little to do that lately. I don't know if it's a mental or physical block. Once I hit three miles though, I pretty much quit. Not good. Must. Get. Into. Shape.
Currently I'm working on a fresh start. I periodically try to erase all the stress or bitterness or whatever that has built up over the last couple months. I realize this probably seems silly, but my goal this year is to avoid being cynical about this Valentine's stuff. I will take the holiday and all it's cute little hearts and lace and frills without annoyance. That's my goal. It just seems as if it's everywhere. I doubt I'd like the holiday even if I did have a special someone. Much too commercialized and cliche; I really don't see anything romantic about it. But, rather than actively be bothered by it, I will embrace it with neutral feelings and go along with my wonderfully simple life.