Funkified.

[kitchit]

I've opened this page about fifty times today, hoping that something will come to me, words will pour out and fill this page. But no, I can't think of anything. I'm in a funk. I have been funkified. I don't feel sad, or angry or down, just flat. I've hung out with good friends this week, lost weight, and bought awesome things but I'm still flat lining. I can't even give you any interesting story that would make my flatness reasonable. I got nothin'. It's Valentine's day on Monday and Karl is taking me to France-Soir, a French restaurant I love, love, LOVE; It is Karl's 25th birthday on Tuesday and I am baking him a caramel mud cake (amongst other things) and spoiling him all day; I just ordered six eye-shadows that I have wanted for months and am purchasing some Too Faced items shortly but still I feel flat. I'm usually so excited about Valentine's day (and French food, Mon dieu!) and about Karl's birthday but the wind has been knocked out of my sails.

We're going out tomorrow night with my best friend and her partner. I'm hoping an awesome night of drinking, dancing and craziness will blow me back up and fill me with hope and love and glitter again.

Also, two weeks and three days until I return to uni for the final year of my undergraduate degree. I've started doing the readings for the first year subject I am taking and I hate it already. It's about medieval Europe but I have discovered it focuses on Christianity primarily. Why the flop not call the subject "Christianity in the medieval period" instead of leading little ol' me to believe that I would be studying all facets of the medieval period? Sigh.

I'm out.