"जब यह बहुत बुरा है, दर्द होता है क्यों लग रहा है बहुत अच्छा है?"
"When it hurts so bad, why does it feel so good?"
Made brunch for myself. Eggs and toast. Of course it was yummy because it was made by me.
Went out last night for Liz's 24th birthday. Pretty sure I rolled my ankle. It hurts when I walk and feels swollen. Blahhhhhh. I realized I've been going out a little too much. I need to stop drinking as much. I think I'm going to start staying home on the weekends. I think I want to start settling down. I go through spurts where I like to party hard and then I like to bury myself away. It's weird because sometimes I'm like, I'm young, I need to have as much fun as possible. While other days I feel old, feel the need to be more responsible, and would much rather stay in: drink some coffee, read a book, and go to bed early. I need to do a detox to get all the alcohol out of my body.
I'm glad it's Sunday. I just want to lay around and relax. Today is my day to be lazy. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. The weekend went by way too fast. I can't believe it'll be Monday tomorrow. Ughhhhh. Always on the grind. I mean, I do love my job, I love what I do. Working with kids especially those who are at risk is something that makes me feel so good because I know I may be that one person to help them turn it all around. So of course that feels so awesome! But this whole 40 hours a week thing, it's a little too much. Again, it's goes back to me being stuck between wanting to still be a kid and growing up, being an adult. Working a real job, it makes me feel all grown up and adult like, which sometimes isn't always the best thing. I don't want to be grown up, at least not yet anyways. I'm such a kid at heart and I like it that way. I just wish I could go travel. That's what I really want to do right now. i'd give anything to do that.
Hmmm, I really should get up and shower. I smell. Grossssssssss!
Made brunch for myself. Eggs and toast. Of course it was yummy because it was made by me.
Went out last night for Liz's 24th birthday. Pretty sure I rolled my ankle. It hurts when I walk and feels swollen. Blahhhhhh. I realized I've been going out a little too much. I need to stop drinking as much. I think I'm going to start staying home on the weekends. I think I want to start settling down. I go through spurts where I like to party hard and then I like to bury myself away. It's weird because sometimes I'm like, I'm young, I need to have as much fun as possible. While other days I feel old, feel the need to be more responsible, and would much rather stay in: drink some coffee, read a book, and go to bed early. I need to do a detox to get all the alcohol out of my body.
I'm glad it's Sunday. I just want to lay around and relax. Today is my day to be lazy. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. The weekend went by way too fast. I can't believe it'll be Monday tomorrow. Ughhhhh. Always on the grind. I mean, I do love my job, I love what I do. Working with kids especially those who are at risk is something that makes me feel so good because I know I may be that one person to help them turn it all around. So of course that feels so awesome! But this whole 40 hours a week thing, it's a little too much. Again, it's goes back to me being stuck between wanting to still be a kid and growing up, being an adult. Working a real job, it makes me feel all grown up and adult like, which sometimes isn't always the best thing. I don't want to be grown up, at least not yet anyways. I'm such a kid at heart and I like it that way. I just wish I could go travel. That's what I really want to do right now. i'd give anything to do that.
Hmmm, I really should get up and shower. I smell. Grossssssssss!