may your heart be light
I can't keep up with my friends page. You people have such interesting lives and I want to comment all the time but if I did that..well, actually nothing bad would happen. It would just take a lot of time. So I'll be selfish and write in my own lj then read comments other people so lovingly take the time to make.
And another thing is that I only like to attempt to do something if I can do it all out. For example, I can't just clean my room a little bit. This applies to lj because I either read all or I read nothing. I don't like to skim. And I don't like to just check every now and then to see what's recent. When I sit down to read, I read all the way until I start reading things I've already read before. Back to the bigger picture. I think this is why I procrastinate. Otherwise, I'd take forever. When I don't have forever, I can't take forever.
Good talk.
Chandler used to say that all the time. Maybe he still does. I wouldn't know. He's getting married today. Does that freak the hell out of anyone else? I'm happy for him. Really, I am. I don't feel the least bit slighted by his disappearance. Really, I don't. ...That's a BIG FAT LIE.
I've been reading A Million Little Pieces. Sometimes I have to put it down for a minute because it makes me want to throw up. It's a good book though. And it makes me feel ok about writing the way I write. In short fragmented sentences. Or in long sentences with a bunch of ands. Remind me to never become an alcholic. And while you're at it, don't let me do crack. Don't you like how I give up responsibility for my actions? It's convenient that way.
It's almost Christmas. Whodathunkit because I've sort of neglected the significance of this season. I like Advent a lot. I like what it represents. I've remembered every now and then but the general anticipation isn't there. I've actually decided to skip Christmas next year. Not Christmas the liturgical holiday, just the shopping and the spending and the masses of people on the road and in the stores. It's ridiculous. I'll participate next time I have the heart behind it, but I'm just going through the motions this year. Next year, I'm coming home and I'm visiting friends and family and I'm resting and I'm not fighting the masses or spending crap loads of money or making myself insane.
I'm sorry if you don't believe me. Brett. He'll totally hold me to it.
I went to Sarah Louise's cotillion this past weekend. That high society stuff intrigues me. Sarah Louise was gorgeous and has now officially been presented to society. Ha. It was great to spend time with her. And Matt and Mary of course. I decided that the whole thing was just a big excuse to get all pretty and then get hammered in a pretty place with a bunch of other pretty people that look just like you. Really fun. But only for a night. I can only hold back the wtf looks for so long.
Time for some cereal.
And another thing is that I only like to attempt to do something if I can do it all out. For example, I can't just clean my room a little bit. This applies to lj because I either read all or I read nothing. I don't like to skim. And I don't like to just check every now and then to see what's recent. When I sit down to read, I read all the way until I start reading things I've already read before. Back to the bigger picture. I think this is why I procrastinate. Otherwise, I'd take forever. When I don't have forever, I can't take forever.
Good talk.
Chandler used to say that all the time. Maybe he still does. I wouldn't know. He's getting married today. Does that freak the hell out of anyone else? I'm happy for him. Really, I am. I don't feel the least bit slighted by his disappearance. Really, I don't. ...That's a BIG FAT LIE.
I've been reading A Million Little Pieces. Sometimes I have to put it down for a minute because it makes me want to throw up. It's a good book though. And it makes me feel ok about writing the way I write. In short fragmented sentences. Or in long sentences with a bunch of ands. Remind me to never become an alcholic. And while you're at it, don't let me do crack. Don't you like how I give up responsibility for my actions? It's convenient that way.
It's almost Christmas. Whodathunkit because I've sort of neglected the significance of this season. I like Advent a lot. I like what it represents. I've remembered every now and then but the general anticipation isn't there. I've actually decided to skip Christmas next year. Not Christmas the liturgical holiday, just the shopping and the spending and the masses of people on the road and in the stores. It's ridiculous. I'll participate next time I have the heart behind it, but I'm just going through the motions this year. Next year, I'm coming home and I'm visiting friends and family and I'm resting and I'm not fighting the masses or spending crap loads of money or making myself insane.
I'm sorry if you don't believe me. Brett. He'll totally hold me to it.
I went to Sarah Louise's cotillion this past weekend. That high society stuff intrigues me. Sarah Louise was gorgeous and has now officially been presented to society. Ha. It was great to spend time with her. And Matt and Mary of course. I decided that the whole thing was just a big excuse to get all pretty and then get hammered in a pretty place with a bunch of other pretty people that look just like you. Really fun. But only for a night. I can only hold back the wtf looks for so long.
Time for some cereal.