Saturday, February 17, 2007

Awake is the new sleep

Why the fuck can't I sleep? It's like I can't shut my mind off anymore. All these thoughts, and yet I can't find an articulate why to get them out of my head and into the world. This is so not like me - this verbal constipation. Usually I am not at a loss for what to say or how to say it.


Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Try to act your age. I dare you.

Lately I feel like I can never sleep at the appropriate times. Like right now, when I have to get up and go to work in the morning, I'm wide awake. Baking chocolate chip cookies. And doing laundry. (Yes, I am the most fun girl you know. You and I should totally party together). But tomorrow morning, when my alarm goes off, I will hit snooze 67 times and think about how pissed my boss would really be if I just came in after lunch and slept the entire morning.

What the hell is the matter with me? You'd think that by 26 I'd have this whole 'sleeping like an adult' thing down pat.

Well, maybe with this blizzard that we're suppose to get tonight, I won't have to go in to the office tomorrow.

Yay! Snow Day!
... Yeah. So much for thinking like an adult.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

And then there was one

So I've got this boy. And I don't really know what to say about it other than I'm happy all the way down to my toes. I've only really been seeing him since New Year's Eve (even though he's actually been in my life for a few years now in a peripheral way), but I feel like, stick a fork in me - I'm done.

It's not like I was even looking for anything serious, especially given the fact that I recently broke up with someone serious. I mean, I was dating and all, but that was mostly for something to do, a temporary amusement. But also, I'm not getting any younger, and when you've just broken up with someone who you actually thought you might marry you kind of feel like you can't just sit around, you need to get back out there. Which was all I was doing.

But then this boy came along. And we've been sort of friends for awhile, meaning I knew him and saw him in social situations every once in awhile. It was always that he was with someone else or I was with someone else, or maybe, truthfully, we never really took notice of each other before. Maybe my life was waiting for just the right moment to point him out to me, waiting for that exact moment when I would actually be ready for him.

Maybe this is exactly what destiny feels like.