Partially because I'm much more comfortable with my living situation (obviously)—partially because I am just so damn tired from all of the varying commitments—partially because I'm a little overwhelmed with trying to figure out what I want to concentrate my efforts on—I cannot seem to accomplish anything to completeness these days and all I want to do is curl up in a ball with a warm coffee and read JK Rowling's new book (even though I'm really not sure where she's going with it and am therefore a little underwhelmed at the moment).
[NOTE: I just realized that the above paragraph is one sentence. That hurts me a little but I'm also a little impressed by my ability to run-on so thoroughly so I decided not to edit it.]
At the risk of jynxing it, I believe that I have FINALLY liaised with my old roommate for the last time ever. By liaised, of course, I mean "fought." Upon receipt of my security deposit, I decided I no longer have to be nice to her and decided to respond to her latest email entitled "Please return things" the way I WANTED to, not in a nice way. Before receiving the security deposit back, I was slaughtering her with kindness despite her bitchy attitude. As soon as that check made it back into my hands, I dropped the kindness act like a hot pan (perhaps one of the pans she thinks I stole). It's very possible that my last email ever to her is one of bitchy sarcasm, and for that I am incredibly proud. Time to wash that shit out of my life.
Back to the topic at hand. I find that all I want to do anymore is go home and just hang out and curl up under blankets and drink warm things. This is exacerbated today by the cold and rainy weather but it has certainly become a theme. I knew it would happen. I knew as soon as I stumbled into a home that actually felt like "home" I would have so much less motivation to get all of my other shit accomplished. This is possibly the least upsetting problem I have had in a long while. Although, admittedly, it still IS a problem because I am miles behind on my Personal Training Studies. Miles. Bordering on light years.
In other news, I feel like I've reached the start of that period in any 20-something's life in which he or she is invited to a MILLION weddings. Everyone I know is getting married! It's very fun for sure. It's also expensive. I want to start making artsy things as gifts but the time required is almost more valuable than money to me these days. So I think I'll stick to the Bed, Bath, & Beyond spice racks for a little while. Perhaps when I discover this pocket of free time I keep pretending will magically reveal itself I'll actually get to complete some really solid artistic projects.
I also feel like my past 10 blog posts have ended with some sweeping generalization about all the things I'm going to accomplish "when I have the time." I think I need to reevaluate the way I budget my time.
2 comments:
I only gave checks for the two weddings I've gone to. I don't even have ONE reservation about that, although I had to fly into both weddings and frankly considered that enough of a gift (although I guess assuming my presence is gift enough is kind of arrogant).
Hahaha hey! When you live clear across the country, I'd say your presence IS a gift. Cause I bet no one else spent hundreds of dollars to get there.
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