You know you spend too much time on the internet when you feel like you’ve neglected a small child for 7 full days when you don’t hit “publish” on your WordPress post page in the same amount of time. I’m sorry for starving you, blog! I’m sorry for not changing your diaper (junk comments are out of control!) I am so sorry for not having play time. God knows I love play time. But weird things happened and life ran away on me (again.)
I woke up on Tuesday and told myself I was going to get a job. So I did. In a doggy daycare. Minimal hours, minimal pay and minimal dog play time. I vacuum up a lot of hair and mop poop off cement floors. It’s really glamorous and it doesn’t pay rent. All it does is give me an excuse to hang out with Max – this amazing bull dog who makes me feel skinny and like my cardiovascular condition is off the hook. And grocery money, if I eat like it’s the Great Depression all over again.
But, seeing as I will once again be a full time student come September (Major:English Lit, Minor: Communications), I feel like I can take whatever job pays me a couple of dollars and not feel like I’m peddling backwards down the path 40-and-living-in-a-basement-suite-in-Mom’s-place.
I have some stories for you guys this week. Like, what it’s like to become friends with the girl a guy you were head over heels for was banging at the same time as you. Like, why going to Iron Maiden was the best thing I’ve ever done for my future relationships. Like, why I think honesty will cure cancer. You know, juicy jazz like that; life lessons and shit.
In the mean time; the usual.
This week, I am thankful for:
Friends with Fridays off, big boats & 110SPF sunscreen. Realizing that just because you’ve been a fool more than a thousand time doesn’t mean that’s all you have to be, & that breaking patterns is much more rewarding (especially if you’re driving away). A family that is so wonderful I ask how I deserve them (and why the hell they put up with me). Blue hydrangeas, fireworks over the city, sleeping in a guest bedroom in my parents house, home-grown raspberries, drinks & advice from Mom, waking up to Dad handing me coffee and Mom cooking bacon, friends who go all out, loud music and stadium beers, prayers that get answered and prayers that don’t, my baby brother taking me for beers and lunch, cabbies that buy me McDonald’s, getting compliments on an outfit that came entirely from Dad’s closet, Community (the TV show…), men who talk about sword fighting, men who do sword fighting & ex boyfriend’s who don’t return the last message I’ll ever send them.
This week, I’ll keep running in the mornings and I’ll keep increasing my personal best (Nike Free run app, you rock my world). I’ll have ‘family dinner’ with friends (because sometimes, they are your family) and I’ll finish the vision board I started last week that keeps falling apart every time the fan rotates. I’ll start writing my book. I’ll read something that isn’t a classic and that makes me laugh out loud. I’ll watch Sex & the City and cry into Ben & Jerry’s while also feeling strangely empowered. I’ll keep telling the truth – because it’s awesome – and I’ll keep that 25$ in my savings account.
xo & yw