Update.
This week has been spent in my room mostly.
This has been good, although much time has been spent sitting, body idle, on the couch with my computer happily warming my lap.
I have done some to edge my room closer to better functionality and readiness to take a larger bed. I've been sleeping in my delightful barely a twin bed for a long time now, I'm looking forward to a more multiple person friendly bed, (and so it Rubin).
I've grown accustomed to how my room is set up. On the one hand feeling comfortable and not wanting to go and change things, feeling that it'll never be the same again - but also, this is the point. Nothing is really the same anyway, even if I kept my room the same.
But still, there is something to be said about known comforts. But check it, queen bed? hell yeah.
One of the major recesses of my stuff is my art supplies. From a bygone era where I kept pieces of things, painting and gluing and stringing them together. I have a suitcase completely filled with sentimental yet fairly useless junk. Along with that, a drawer, two small tupperware and a glass jar full of similar (yet not so art intentioned) stuff.
I would like cupboard of art supplies, easily accessible and organized. From what I've seen Mella is a great role model for me on this account.
Headed to Juplaya this weekend. Going with Kai and Jason which will be awesome! They are first class people and both will be moving to Chicago in a month or so. I am excited to be having this opportunity for good time spent together.
I'm bummed that Jonathan copped out of Juplaya to go to Priceless. All three of my party have declared that we'd happily all go to priceless to hangout with Jonathan. But alas he slipped in silently to Priceless with an offered ticket and so it is not to be so that we hang out this weekend.
Ah well, Juplaya is going to be a blast. Mmmm.. mint juleps and frog pond and good people.
I have declared within myself that it's okay to be weird again! Woohoo! I feel better now. I'm not sure when I began feeling strained to not be weird, or even if that's exactly what happened. What I do know is that I am more free and happy and feel more like myself when I don't always have to make sense.
-Q
This has been good, although much time has been spent sitting, body idle, on the couch with my computer happily warming my lap.
I have done some to edge my room closer to better functionality and readiness to take a larger bed. I've been sleeping in my delightful barely a twin bed for a long time now, I'm looking forward to a more multiple person friendly bed, (and so it Rubin).
I've grown accustomed to how my room is set up. On the one hand feeling comfortable and not wanting to go and change things, feeling that it'll never be the same again - but also, this is the point. Nothing is really the same anyway, even if I kept my room the same.
But still, there is something to be said about known comforts. But check it, queen bed? hell yeah.
One of the major recesses of my stuff is my art supplies. From a bygone era where I kept pieces of things, painting and gluing and stringing them together. I have a suitcase completely filled with sentimental yet fairly useless junk. Along with that, a drawer, two small tupperware and a glass jar full of similar (yet not so art intentioned) stuff.
I would like cupboard of art supplies, easily accessible and organized. From what I've seen Mella is a great role model for me on this account.
Headed to Juplaya this weekend. Going with Kai and Jason which will be awesome! They are first class people and both will be moving to Chicago in a month or so. I am excited to be having this opportunity for good time spent together.
I'm bummed that Jonathan copped out of Juplaya to go to Priceless. All three of my party have declared that we'd happily all go to priceless to hangout with Jonathan. But alas he slipped in silently to Priceless with an offered ticket and so it is not to be so that we hang out this weekend.
Ah well, Juplaya is going to be a blast. Mmmm.. mint juleps and frog pond and good people.
I have declared within myself that it's okay to be weird again! Woohoo! I feel better now. I'm not sure when I began feeling strained to not be weird, or even if that's exactly what happened. What I do know is that I am more free and happy and feel more like myself when I don't always have to make sense.
-Q