Insanity and Ramblings
I'm writing this from bed. I can do that, because Mo (my boyfriend. BOYFRIEND. That's going to take some getting used to...) lent me a laptop which has a working screen! So I'm in bed with a working laptop, with the Eels playing, with free time to write because I no longer go to school and work like a crazy person, with french toast in bed with me, with a cup of tea and a graphic novel of sexy brother's grimm faerie tales next to me. I'm going to just say it: I'm happy. Jesus fuck, I'm so happy. I mean, I'd prefer coffee as my first hot beverage of the day, but roommate used the last of the coffee and I guess nothing is perfect.
I feel like I'm living on the top of a balloon right now - I'm flying and it's perfect, but if I step to hard it'll pop, or if I move around too much I'll topple right off.
Also, my french toast tastes kind of funny - like it has a bit of a weird kick to it. I wonder if I accidentally put in cajun spices instead of cinnamon? They are right next to each other on the shelf. Or else maybe I accidentally poisoned it. I'm eating it anyways; if it turns out it's poisoned I'm going to be pretty furious with myself. Actually - come to think of it, last person to use this frying pan was Wing - it's cast iron so it holds flavour pretty well if it's not properly washed. I bet that's it.
There is something wrong with my train of thought.
It's like, when I'm busy and going to school and working 70 hour weeks, I get this crazy focus and become this uber efficient version of myself, and I do all the things and I do them well but I'm never happy. When I have down time, I'm so much happier (have I mentioned that I'm a pretty content girl right now?) but my focus and train of thought is just gone, and I become this flaky girl who just wants to do pretty things.
This post makes no sense at all, but how nice is it that I have time to write again?
Also, how nice is it that boyfriend has such a large stock of the Eels on his laptop?
Stupid spicy french toast.
I miss Mack too much, and I need an adventure so badly. I'm hoping to make a trip to BC to see her soon, and she's coming home for a week and then going back on November 9th - I wonder if I can save up enough to head back with her then? It would be the best - we'd fly to Calgary then hitchhike back to her resort. I've never done that before, and it'd be relatively safe with the two of us. Apparently a lot of people do it out there, and I have been whining for an adventure.
Maybe I can afford to go with her if I put a conscious effort into putting money aside until then, and put off going skydiving until next year? God, I suck with money.
Fall is such a great season. It's my favourite season. It's filled with hope and sunshine, and crisp mornings and evenings that are perfect for a cup of coffee outside.
I feel like I'm living on the top of a balloon right now - I'm flying and it's perfect, but if I step to hard it'll pop, or if I move around too much I'll topple right off.
Also, my french toast tastes kind of funny - like it has a bit of a weird kick to it. I wonder if I accidentally put in cajun spices instead of cinnamon? They are right next to each other on the shelf. Or else maybe I accidentally poisoned it. I'm eating it anyways; if it turns out it's poisoned I'm going to be pretty furious with myself. Actually - come to think of it, last person to use this frying pan was Wing - it's cast iron so it holds flavour pretty well if it's not properly washed. I bet that's it.
There is something wrong with my train of thought.
It's like, when I'm busy and going to school and working 70 hour weeks, I get this crazy focus and become this uber efficient version of myself, and I do all the things and I do them well but I'm never happy. When I have down time, I'm so much happier (have I mentioned that I'm a pretty content girl right now?) but my focus and train of thought is just gone, and I become this flaky girl who just wants to do pretty things.
This post makes no sense at all, but how nice is it that I have time to write again?
Also, how nice is it that boyfriend has such a large stock of the Eels on his laptop?
Stupid spicy french toast.
I miss Mack too much, and I need an adventure so badly. I'm hoping to make a trip to BC to see her soon, and she's coming home for a week and then going back on November 9th - I wonder if I can save up enough to head back with her then? It would be the best - we'd fly to Calgary then hitchhike back to her resort. I've never done that before, and it'd be relatively safe with the two of us. Apparently a lot of people do it out there, and I have been whining for an adventure.
Maybe I can afford to go with her if I put a conscious effort into putting money aside until then, and put off going skydiving until next year? God, I suck with money.
Fall is such a great season. It's my favourite season. It's filled with hope and sunshine, and crisp mornings and evenings that are perfect for a cup of coffee outside.