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what an exhausting weekend! I spent thursday through sunday in flagstaff hanging out with some old friends I haven't seen in a while, which was awesome. =) checked out the grand canyon, did some other old hikes, went to the tonto natural bridge state park... basically hiked all day and drank all night the whole time, hahah. good times that need to happen more often. next weekend I'm headed up to phoenix to hang out with an old friend I didn't get to see this weekend too, so that's something to look forward to also. nice to have friends within 250 miles at least. =)
I really figured something out too. as great as it would be, I have come to the conclusion that being a really laid-back, easy-going person just isn't gonna happen. I'm a high-strung, OCD, semi-perfectionist with tons of nervous energy and a tendency to self-medicate. it's no wonder I stay awake writing journal entries instead of sleeping (when work starts at 7am.) hippie on the outside, wired underneath.
which is a good thing to know, really. it makes sense that taking 18 credits and working in the evenings was a piece of cake. it also makes sense that standing for 10 hours in one spot turned me into a raging alcoholic. ok, not "raging" so much as "very irritated."
so, if you can't beat 'em... not that I'd like to turn into some coke-fiend type, but if trying to be relaxed and placid only gets the brain into a big twist, maybe it's time to harness some of that energy and put it into something more productive. like mountain biking. or regular biking. or hiking while dictating a novel into a handheld tape recorder. or hiking while dictating a novel to a trailing secretary who lingers on my every word, rapt in her typing.
or, it is entirely possible that I need to get frigging laid.
how's that for introspective!
I really figured something out too. as great as it would be, I have come to the conclusion that being a really laid-back, easy-going person just isn't gonna happen. I'm a high-strung, OCD, semi-perfectionist with tons of nervous energy and a tendency to self-medicate. it's no wonder I stay awake writing journal entries instead of sleeping (when work starts at 7am.) hippie on the outside, wired underneath.
which is a good thing to know, really. it makes sense that taking 18 credits and working in the evenings was a piece of cake. it also makes sense that standing for 10 hours in one spot turned me into a raging alcoholic. ok, not "raging" so much as "very irritated."
so, if you can't beat 'em... not that I'd like to turn into some coke-fiend type, but if trying to be relaxed and placid only gets the brain into a big twist, maybe it's time to harness some of that energy and put it into something more productive. like mountain biking. or regular biking. or hiking while dictating a novel into a handheld tape recorder. or hiking while dictating a novel to a trailing secretary who lingers on my every word, rapt in her typing.
or, it is entirely possible that I need to get frigging laid.
how's that for introspective!