Wednesday, September 22, 2010

You fill up my senses...

That other time that I blogged about breaking up with someone. It doesn't really mean anything now.
I have a boyfriend. For the first time since my senior year of high school. It's weird.
When I'm with them, I feel so good. And I feel like they're the real deal. Like I should have no reason to feel anything but totally wrapped up in good feelings...
He's smart. Like book smart like he has a giant head, but he's also full of wisdom. Like he just understands life and knows where he's going. He's funny. He gets my humor, doesn't think I'm weird, and makes me laugh too. He's nice. He makes me food and he is one helluvah cook. Holy delicious. And he gives me the bottom of his ice cream cone. The best part. And he tells me I'm beautiful. He's responsible but loves going places and having fun.
He's great.
So I should be so happy. And I am! But somehow...sometimes...I just feel like there is something missing. And I can't put my finger on it. And I don't know what to do because I should be more excited about the whole deal. Right?

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I saw three people wearing the "We're on the same level" shirt today. The one with the giraffe and the dinosaur hugging. Good thing I didn't buy that one. Instead I purchased the contradictory music genres one and the "anatomy of a shirt" one. Lazar cats was sold out. But seriously. Everyone loves threadless! It's crazy.
I saw one that says "I don't blog, I just TWEET A LOT." and i thought. That's me....that's totally me. haha. Oh man.

So I went to Pirate Island tonight for "karaoke and half price appetizers" only the appetizers were a lie. Anyway I sang Dancing Queen and felt like an idiot. I really just freeze when it comes to performing. I may act like a crazy person in groups of friends or at parties or whatever...but actually performing...or public speaking...I just can't do it. I always THINK I can....but it never turns out well. I'm also a terrible actress. Ha. whatever. Anyway there were SO many hipsters there. And I just kept thinking. Hey, skinny girls that wear no makeup and don't brush your hair and wear baggy shirts. WHAT'S YOUR DEAL. Oh. Cool leather satchel. Cool. Cool mini skirt. Cool belts. Cool middle part. What. Whaaat. Yikes. Why is ugly the new cute. WHY.

Anyway. I have no work tomorrow. Didn't work today either. Is it weird that I kind of miss it? Also...I become way less productive without it. So weird.
Work or no work I should probably go to bed at a decent time. Tired.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

My lips are bleedin'

I'm free.

And it's okay that my face is a lot fatter than it was last year right? And that I have a Justin Bieber poster hung right next to my Beatles '65 poster? And that I frequently stay in and watch Grey's Anatomy instead of socializing?

I'm free.
Most definitely.

Give me a call. ; { )