what makes up a good date?
the same thing that makes up a good gift. practical, creative, inexpensive, sincere.
like: a picnic.
a walk in the park with coffee.
a themed movie night.
taking someone to your favorite places.
not the mall.
not walking around the mall.
especially not walking around the mall when you are over $300 in debt.
never.
ever.
ever.
no.
but it's the thought that counts... right?
(what thought went into that?)
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
learning how to be alone.
life is so hectic and chaotic and awful and good right now.
mostly the first three, but without the bad, you don't really recognize the good.
*this is a deep sigh out*
nowhere to live.
job is lame.
shitty roommate who can suck a fat one and get pregnant from one of her late night romeos.
you know. that kinda BS.
but, in all that, I've found that my good friends, the people who actually care about more than themselves [unlike some friends I'd sloughed off earlier this year], are amazing.
I've been offered three places to stay.
two semi-permanently.
though, I'm not taking any of them. I'm going to stay here and there and everywhere.
Janice's mostly.
it's scary.
my dad's girlfriend calls it a "nomadic lifestyle."
my mom calls my vegetarianism a "lifestyle choice."
I'm so lifestylish. jesus.
I'm reading tao te ching. it's great. it makes sense.
I have read more in the past six months than any other time in my life.
I love more than any other time in my life, and I'm not even in any form of a relationship.
I do have one or two people I have somewhat intimate time with, but it's all just for fun.
mostly because no one is as thrilling as a special someone should be.
I'm bored with everyone in that sense.
but it's good. it lets me focus on just maintaining friendships.
songwriting is a little halted ever since the breakup with kyle. I've only really written two songs.
but two is better than nothing.
looking back at my old blog posts, it's a little depressing. I was so fucking happy.
I mean, I'm content right now, but wow.
my life was together.
I had my ducks in a row, or whatever that saying is.
I was just ecstatic to be involved in this person's life.
and now?
I'm just...
okay. with whatever.
what's better?
I don't know.
my hands are dry.
mostly the first three, but without the bad, you don't really recognize the good.
*this is a deep sigh out*
nowhere to live.
job is lame.
shitty roommate who can suck a fat one and get pregnant from one of her late night romeos.
you know. that kinda BS.
but, in all that, I've found that my good friends, the people who actually care about more than themselves [unlike some friends I'd sloughed off earlier this year], are amazing.
I've been offered three places to stay.
two semi-permanently.
though, I'm not taking any of them. I'm going to stay here and there and everywhere.
Janice's mostly.
it's scary.
my dad's girlfriend calls it a "nomadic lifestyle."
my mom calls my vegetarianism a "lifestyle choice."
I'm so lifestylish. jesus.
I'm reading tao te ching. it's great. it makes sense.
I have read more in the past six months than any other time in my life.
I love more than any other time in my life, and I'm not even in any form of a relationship.
I do have one or two people I have somewhat intimate time with, but it's all just for fun.
mostly because no one is as thrilling as a special someone should be.
I'm bored with everyone in that sense.
but it's good. it lets me focus on just maintaining friendships.
songwriting is a little halted ever since the breakup with kyle. I've only really written two songs.
but two is better than nothing.
looking back at my old blog posts, it's a little depressing. I was so fucking happy.
I mean, I'm content right now, but wow.
my life was together.
I had my ducks in a row, or whatever that saying is.
I was just ecstatic to be involved in this person's life.
and now?
I'm just...
okay. with whatever.
what's better?
I don't know.
my hands are dry.
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