I am craving a slurpee.

Oh.... and I don't write in here anymore. Have 17 million pictures to remember me by.



Or just check out the old lj.

Visine to the rescue.

There is a twenty dollar bill sitting on my dresser that will probably get lost. I hope that it does. I'd like to find it in the future. That's just a good day in the making.

Yesterday was the busiest day of my life. Worked from 8-6 straight. Stopped by my apartment to feed the cats and then drove directly to New Braunfels without even changing my clothes. In New Braunfels I caught up with family and saw my cousins who live all over the place! Virginia Beach, Arkansas.... even Alaska. When the family thing died down, I brought Hannah, Cory and Kensey with me to Starbucks where we met up with Jordan and Micah. Then bowling. Then an adventure at Landa Park. So soo fun. Pictures galore. Today was good, too. I saw a really old friend. It was nice. I got absolutely nothing done that I needed to, though, so it is time for me to drown my sorrows. I'm waitin' on a very lost Terisa and we're going to hit up a party. It sounds fun. At least it sounded fun on the phone. Hopefully my contacts don't fall out of my tired eyes.

:)

shuuues betchh

Reasons why I like working until 7 PM:
1] The overtime is wondrous.
2] The last two hours are spent discussing the strangest of subjects with coworkers.
3] I find out why people got fired last week.
4] My boss loves me even more than he already does.
5] I am promised pizza for lunch the next day. :)
6] My drive home is easy breezy.
7] I like, get stuff done.


Reasons why I don't like working 11 hour days?
1] My feet hurt. :(



What a great week this has been. I am SO glad I've grown up. The last two months have unfolded precisely the way I knew they would and I couldn't be more pleased. And oh yes...

dystopian dream girl.

Things are good. Considerably more confusing than they were just yesterday, but confusion keeps life interesting. My apartment is a complete wreck and it's depressing me. I would clean it if I didn't awaken from a 5 hour nap a little while ago. Cleaning would just seem like a waste of a perfectly good lazy Sunday.

Last night was fun x 17,000. Alex came to town. I had more margaritas than I can remember. I have also decided to go to ACL. I figure I could pinch every last penny for a couple months and have a possible blast in London. Or, I could leave the pennies unscathed and have a definite blast at ACL. If I had 2 grand lying around, I would go to Europe in a heartbeat... but if I manage to summon the self control it will take to save up almost an entire months paycheck, I'm not sure I'll have the courage to let it all go in a weekend. If you have a problem with my decision, you'll have to take it up with Andrew Bird.

I have too much to say these days. Too much to think about. Too much to write about. Too much to say. Having too much to say is always a good thing. Even if it's a bad thing.


One month exactly.
!!!!

Hooked.

The days have been going by so fast. I've sort of fallen into a routine. I hate routines. I don't necessarily hate my routine, but just the entire concept. Once you fall into a routine, you wake up 20 years later and realize you've been doing the exact same thing for 20 years. Or 40 or 60. It's so easy for me to say that I'll take care of things and figure out my future later, but procrastination is like a drug. It eases the mind at first, but after awhile you're hooked. I like my job now and I like my life now... I just don't want to ever wonder what could have been. Wondering what could have been is the definition of failure. If only there were more hours in a day.

Ramblings of a sleep deprived 20 year old closet workaholic. Nope. Closet partier. 20 and 11 months that is... :]

Austin was infested with bikers last week. I'm assuming they're gone now, simply because I haven't been stuck sitting next to them on 183 in a couple of days. I swear, sitting next to a pack of bikers almost equals the discomfort level of sitting next to a crippled homeless man. With a pitiful sign. Almost. Oh, I have two cats now. :] Just for the summer while a certain cat owner resides in London. They used to be best friends, but they kept me awake Sunday-Tuesday night with all the growling. They seem to be getting along now, though.

I'm in need of a nocturnal journey sometime soon. The last time I ventured, I ended up playing catch at 1 AM with a glow in the dark football. Quite entertaining, but no adventure.

Sometimes I wonder if this city is for me.



Sometimes I think I'm just an addict of change.

Roses, roses cold.

I am currently burning a Saves the Day/Say Anything/Meg & Dia mix as a tribute to the most amazing concert of my life. Now whenever I make my daily trek to work and back, I can relive all the gloriousness. I desperately need an ipod. As I burn, I figure I might as well update this thing.

Okay, so on a side note, it makes me really happy that Tessa got picked on the Bachelor instead of Bevin. Not because I liked Tessa, but because Bevin is everything I hope I'm not by the time I'm 28. Side note ended.

How is it almost JUNE? Where the hell has this year gone? I really hope that I have a new license by my 21st, though I'm not sure how I will ever attain new identification. So, not that this has to do with anything at all, but my boss made a reference to me being stoned about 17 times today. If you've never met my boss- which you haven't- then that probably sounds strange. I guess that's what I get for coming into work 3 hours late on a Friday. I guess that's what I get for going to sleep on Thursday literally minutes before my alarm clock was set to go off. Ohh, fun. I would care more if I wasn't 20.

That's a bad motto to have.

New loves? Meg & Dia (who I really didn't care for before their live performance- and they weren't even great live... so I dunno what changed), THE OFFICE- my new Arrested Development, and the fact that there is seriously a book entitled "Belly Dancing for Older Women" and that someone bought it. And that this is the cover:



It is truly the little things.

Yo quiero Taco... Bueno.

Whilst driving to Austin from San Antonio this evening, I noticed a very wonderful billboard right smack dab in the middle of San Marcos.

Taco Bueno: Coming Soon.

Let us rejoice.

The definition of bad karma.

My purse got stolen on Friday night. It's not so much the actual purse that concerns me- it's everything in it. Everything in it consists of pretty much my entire life. *Consisted. It has truly been the hassle of the century.

All in all, I managed to have a great weekend.

I'm just an excited gal these days. I'm excited about the show on Wednesday. I'm excited about this coming weekend. I'm excited about my possible trip to London this summer. And I'm excited about sleep tonight.



Excitement.

And damn. I really hate "Everybody Loves Raymond." Even more than Monday's.

But it burns because it's wood.

Things have never been so exhausting. I get home every day with sore feet and sleepy eyes, but the over time sure keeps me going. I love being this busy. Loooove. Being productive all day at work makes me so much more productive outside of work, which is just what I needed. I could do without the wake up calls in the form of a leg cramp, though... I was wearing the exact same shirt as a girl I work with work today. It was weird. I think she may hate me too. We passed each other 3 times before I openly acknowledged the very obvious fact. Eh. I found it pretty ironic. Ya know what I realized today? I should really pick up smoking. Smokers get the privilege of taking 17,000 breaks. I suppose slowly destroying my health and ruining a potential singing career would be worth the extra hour a day I would get paid for simply filling my lungs with smoke. Maybe. Work, work, work. This is apparently my watercooler.

Anywho. Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin's "House Fire" is pretty much the only song in existence right now. And, Ocean's 13? Another one? Really?

[i ♥ alliteration]

What a whirlwind of a week. Quit my job on Monday. Had 4 job interviews on Tuesday. Started my new job bright and early on Wednesday morning. That's what I call a productive week. I actually love my new job, too. Turns out I really really like being busy at work. It's the boredom that kills me.

I somehow managed to lose my apartment key today. I definitely put it in its designated spot in my car when I left for work this morning, but it was nowhere to be found at 6:45 when I was pulling into my apartment complex. Of course, my phone decided to die about 30 minutes later. Eh, it led to an eventful night. I planned on getting home from work and sleeping for 17 hours straight, but ended up going out [didn't have much of a choice]. Luckily I got a phone call into Alex right before my phone's death. And I picked up a new key around midnight, so all is well. In other news, I saw an amazing show on Thursday night. Have I expressed my love for Austin? I love it. What a relaxing night. I am in serious need of a relaxing weekend.



Things have never been so great.

batgirl=badass

It's more like batgirl=caraazy. I have about 17 thousand things to write. Too bad I can't write any of them. Too much is going on right now. I'll just post pictures and leave you with some vague thoughts. Thrilled?


Vague thought #1: This weekend was a blur. I want to remember 97% of it. That other 3% can be forgotten. Seeing old friends was amazing and I truly hope that Lauren and I will actually hang out this summer. We are going to have the best 21st birthday ever.

Vague thought #2: I am okay with something that I should not be okay with, but it's much too late now.

Vague thought #3: Watch this video !! Oh, and watch this one, too. :]

Vague thought #4: I got some interesting closure this weekend on an interesting situation.

Vague thought #5: My recording equipment will be the death of me.

Vague thought #6: People say a lot of things.

Vague thought #7: I saw Captain Planet do a keg stand and it pretty much made my year.

Car keys and harsh realizations.

Locking your keys in your car is no fun. Especially when your car is still running. Especially while your cell phone and apartment key are in there, too. It kinda sucks. It was really cool that the same song that was playing in my car when I locked it was the same song playing when I got it unlocked, though. It was almost as if the three hours in between had never happened. Almost.

I took down a few photos from my walls today. I decided to stash them away for a time when the past is not so present. I totally framed my Limbeck sign, though, because I'm cool like that. My apartment is finally becoming a comfortable place to be. It kinda feels like home. I haven't lived in a place that has felt like home since I was 16.

My family is the only thing I can rely on and I never thought I would say that.

I'm sorry if I haven't been returning your phone calls the past week.

My cat starts talking to me every time I start playing my guitar. It's cute. And annoying. Mostly cute, though. She thinks it's starting to feel like home, too.

Where has all the time gone?


Friday is here. Cross your fingers that I can talk Jordan into partying like a superhero for his 22nd. :]

I ♥ old video's.

You don't have to follow.

Not so sure how I feel about my engineering job anymore. I mean, I’m just expected to handle a lot of really huge REALLY important things that they truly should not put me in charge of. They should get someone twice my age making three times my salary to do a few things that I do. Welp, unless they're willing to triple my salary, I guess that means the job hunt has begun once more. Not gonna lie… I hate it with a passion. I hate résumé’s and interviews and references. And I hate being new. But I suppose it’s worth it.

Ahhh I’m being reminiscent right now and I don’t know why. Maybe because I’m thinking about how much FUN this weekend is going to be with both Jordan and Lauren coming into town. I haven’t hung out with Lauren in a million years. Not since we recorded ‘Naked Juice’ iiin… what… November ‘05? November 12^th. I looked it up in my xanga. It’s been much too long. Ya know, I wouldn’t remember half of the great memories that I’ve had if I didn’t write so many of them down. They’re scattered all over the place. But, really. There are so many things that I forget about until I randomly pull up an old blog and kill 30 minutes reading the kind of random stuff that you’re reading right now. Only it’s different for me because I remember exactly what I was feeling and all the unwritten emotions. I’m verging on 2 straight years of having a pretty consistent journal and that is just plain crazy. I mean, it’s a good and bad thing.

Last December I had one of the best nights of my entire life, just lying outside after a few drinks and watching the most amazing meteor shower with a few friends. That night is absolutely in my top 10 best memories ever (and trust me, there are some damn good ones on that list). It's great to look back on nights like that. But at the same time, reminiscing can bring back a lot of pain and heartache. No one wants written documentation of an entire time period that resulted in pain. It just sucks to look back on the past and be completely engulfed with that feeling again- as if it was yesterday.

Oh my godddd enough of this. It’s on the brink of depressing. I have way too many things to be happy about. Thursday night bowling. SUPERHERO PARTY Friday. Jordan’s birthday celebration Saturday. Good moments are to be had. Now it’s time for the Colbert Report. :]

Fuckin JAM.

A few of us just got back from Limbeck and it was suuch a good show. It made me very happy. Jordan came to Austin for it, so it was good to see him. Man, though... it doesn't feel like a Monday at alll. So, Patrick Carrie and I are on speaking terms. It's pretty much awesome. Thanks to him, I now possess the most bad ass sign in the world.









Such great advice.

Pictures galore.

So, while at work on Wednesday afternoon- as I sat in an office listening to 40 year old men laugh and tell 40 year old men jokes- I realized that I kind of feel like working with people my age. So I randomly applied at Express with Sidney and got hired pretty much the exact same day. I've already gone through orientation (for the second time, since I worked for them last November). It's been fast. I'm just gonna do both jobs part time. It will keep me quite busy. I'm pretty damn pleased, though.

In other news, what an exhaustingly fun weekend this has been. I pretty much haven't stopped until, like, right now. I won't have a chance to breathe until Tuesday, probably. Limbeck is tomorrow! And next weekend is gonna be way too fun. Alright, friends, it's picture time :] and then it's sleeep time.

i should sleeep.

Why do you sometimes regret telling the truth so much more than you regret lying? Bleh. Tonight was so much fun... but maybe there's a reason why you give up all the friends that came along with a relationship. Maybe you just know too much. And maybe tequila brings out the truth.

It's weird to be so unbelievably happy, yet so unbelievably pissed off at the same time. Whatever. My contacts are falling out of my eyes. Sleep might be practical.

Life is SO GREAT.
(when you're not around.) Yeah, yeah. It's 7 am.


Let me be emo.

Mark your calendar's, friends.

April 19th, 2007 was officially an excellent day. I ♥ excellent days. :]

So, I just got back from Starbucks. The last time that I was at that particular Starbucks was over a week ago and the guy taking my order asked me my name and then proceeded to draw a "brook" on my cup. It was an interesting moment. A girl that was apparently working that day was there today and totally remembered me. Not that it matters even remotely, I just like being remembered.

See, people like me shouldn't have blogs, because you end up with stories like that.

Set fire to the drums on fire.

Oh my goddd. Are you kidding me? My upstairs neighbor apparently got a drum set. And he put it like, RIGHT above my room. Not only must he make that incessant racket all day, but he must do it with less rhythm than a [insert clever metaphor here]. Where is Stephen Colbert when I need him? There is seriously nothing worse- as far as living in an apartment is concerned- than having neighbor's that don't know how to play the drums, and yet choose to do so anyway. Hopefully he will give up his newfound hobby soon. Until then, I will just have to find loud things to do to drown out that deafening noise. Loud things can be fun. Speaking of which, I went to a screamo show last night. I saw the Blood Brothers on 6th with Alex. Best part? I liked it. {Gasp} Maybe it was the skyy, but I really, really liked it. The music was amazing. It's not necessarily music that I'll ever just listen to, but it was great live. Now I'm really amped about Limbeck next week (as well as the trillion other shows coming up). Oh, Austin. How I love thee. We even got our picture taken with Johnny Whitney. Too bad I somehow always manage to look mentally retarded in every picture that I actually care about, ha.

Alright, kids. The drummer boy has stopped and all is well :]

So, it's Monday morning.

Too bad I was completely worthless yesterday. I felt like death, but it was totally worth it. Weekends are fun. A kind person came over on Saturday to help me with my recording stuff so my recording software is now officially up and running!

*angels singing*

However, I still need to buy a few cords until I can actually start recording. And after I buy the cords I’m gonna have to actually figure out how everything works. Cross your fingers for me. So, I’m at work right now. I don’t really have anything to do at the moment. I mean, I’m sure I do have things to do, but my boss is currently in a meeting along with everyone else. Therefore, I am surfing MySpace. I swear I’m a good employee :]. The internet cracks me up. I truly don’t know what I would do without it, and that’s just sad. I can tell you so much about people I haven’t spoken to in years. It’s a good tool, though, because sometimes you don't realize that people you haven't spoken to in years happen to live in Austin.

Okay. Enough of this entry. I think I’m gonna make a coffee run.

[i'm such a picture whore]

Frustration has reached its peak.

I have everything I could possibly need to record music in my apartment, and yet it sits untouched in the shape of a question mark. I keep getting an error when I try to extract the files and set up the recording software. I also think I'm missing a cord or two for the actual recording equipment. I still have about $46 on a Guitar Center gift card... I just have no clue what I need. If I need anything.

Help meee.

brrrrr.

This is what today is like:

Mannn I wish my thermostat worked.

I'm not ready for some burnt down bridge just yet.

A few things.

1) Today has been a MUCH better day- though my car is still not fixed.
2) How the hell is Carissa in the final 2 of Top Design?! They should at least attempt to make it a competition.
3) I am addicted to Starbucks. I blame my boss.
4) I need to find a cheaper addiction.
5) My kitten never ever ever stops purring :]
6) No one reads this. Not even anyone. Not even you.

7) I can't stop at 6... so have a number 7.


Alright. Let's go have a fantastic weekend, shall we?
We shall.

I'm just a troubled girl.

Having an awful day. Everything's broken.
My car. My plans.

This day is too hard.

I hate overwhelming nights. Sometimes they just happen. Nights when everything weighing on me collapses and I am forced to cope with the reality of my emphatic feelings. Ugh, to be so emotional. What a bother. That is what my answer should have been when asked what I considered to be my biggest flaw during a job interview earlier today. (A great, hopeful job interview that I would discuss if I wasn't being all sad and pessimistic at the moment.) All these fucking feelings. To hell with them. I should just write a ton of people out of my life, to be quite honest. I would probably live a much happier existence. Too bad that's not how I do things. Too bad my car is sucking at life. It's bad enough that it's a big, burgundy embarassment that is unpleasant to drive. I could deal with all those factors simply because it worked. It drove. Now it can't even do that right. Grah.


I just want so much out of life.

Traveling swallowing dramamine.

Ya know, I hate that I have to put titles on these entries. How can you sum up a blog about complete nothingness into one little line? Unless, of course, the title was, "Complete nothingness." But then I'd have the same title for every single one, and that would just get confusing. Whatev. I'll just stick to writing a lyric of a song I happen to be listening to.

My poor, poor kitten. She is so sad. Never in my life have I witnessed a cat be so sweet, though. All I have to do is make eye contact with her and she'll meow and purr and force me to devote all my attention to her. I got ZERO sleep last night because of it. Well, that's a slight exaggeration. But, still. She kept me up. Today she finally mustered up the courage to venture outside of my room and into the rest of my apartment, so that's at least a step in a happier direction. She charged and attacked her mirror image about 10 minutes ago. It was probably the funniest moment of my life.

Anyway. You always know it's going to be a good day when your boss greets you with your favorite Starbucks coffee once you get to work. I love good days. Too bad it's like, 10:30 and I'm about to fall out of my chair I'm so sleepy. Eh. I should really be cleaning.

I guess that's what tomorrow's for.
Sleep is what tonight is for.

I'm allowed to have fun, you know.

Doonn't make assumptions. It's unkind. Not that I can blame anyone. Leave it to all these wonderful websites to half way sort of kind of dictate my life for everyone to see. Eh. If I cared, I would do something about it, but I don't, so I should probably stop complaining. It's settled then.


PS- this picture makes me happy :]

Oh, my sweet rapture.

Well, then. I've managed to thoroughly confuse myself. Sigh. Maybe one of these days I'll learn to actually listen to that little voice in the back of my head. Maybe.

Exhaustion has overcome me. Last night was too good of a time. I had too much fun. I met some really cool people. Who knew so much fun could be had in San Antonio? It wore me out, though. I plan to do absolutely nothing at all for the rest of the evening- and that thought truly excites me. Something ELSE that excites me is all the upcoming shows.

April 6- The Format
April 10- Brand New
April 23- Limbeck
May 16- Saves the Day/Say Anything

I really hope to make it to see Limbeck. They've made me happy lately. The Format is a bit tainted for me now. It was pretty much the only cd in my car to last me the 25 minute drive to work when I worked at Barton Creek, so I listened to them to death. Unfortunately, that's not really a time period I like thinking about. I can at least handle them in small doses.

I should get to buying tickets soon.

So I just picked up Jack from Trace's. She is currently wandering around my apartment and seems so sad and confused. Hopefully she won't miss G too much. I feel so bad, honestly, but I know that she's just a cat. If us non-cat's can deal with things, then she will surely get over it.

Hm. Sometimes I wonder if I'm handling things correctly. It's too late, really. To change my mind. It had to be one way or the other and this is the way that I apparently chose. Things are really good right now, but I know that this stage will pass and I will no longer be content with the way things are.

Hm. Life.
Time to relax.

Ohh, life.

It's funny how things work out.

:]

Weird story.

While driving to work today I noticed these two goofy looking guys riding on a motorcyle. The guy driving was short and chubby and the guy riding with him was tall and skinny, so it was an odd sight. I hate driving near bicyclists of any kind while on the road, so I was pretty annoyed at the fact that they were with me from Riverside allll the way to Bee Cave. Anyway, that's not weird at all. The WEIRD part is that at 2 PM when I was headed back home... there they were! I turned onto Barton Springs and they were right in front of me. Soo strange. If it had been a sexy guy, it would have been meant to be. It would have gone something like a perfume commercial. But it wasn't. Just two oddball's on a bike. Maybe next time.

So, I came across this singer/songwriter who has one song that I really like. Listen to the song dullard.

Yaay for it already being Wednesday. This week has flown. I absolutely love my jobs. Thank you Barton Creek stalker for creeping me out and leading me to quit :). My whole bank sitch is totally fixed, too. Biiiig siiiiiiigh of reliiiiief. Things are good. Good, good, good. I worked at the engineering place today and spent the whole time I was there laughing to myself. I cannot believe that they hired someone like me to help out an engineer with all of his thermodynamic calculations and stuff. It cracks me up. He keeps giving me info about the company to read and explaining things to me... but yeah. I cannot tell you what the hell he does. It has something to do with cleaning the air. Or something. Oh! And I figured out why they don't make me do much while working at the Capitol. They have interns. Hehe. THEY do all the busy work. I just answer phones and play sudoku.

My life rocks.

Brief: concise and succinct.

I can't write about anything that I want to write about. So, I won't. Instead, I'll tell you that I love all three of my jobs. I hatehatehate my stupid bankkk. It was good seeing my brother last night. I'm excited about Friday and/or Saturday. I have a million things to do this week. It makes me happy. I get sad for 2 minutes once a day and I'm tired of it. They gave me my own super cool laptop at work :). I have too many people calling me for interviews and it rocks. I've been hangin out with old friends, lately. I can't believe I ever stopped. I need to get my recording equipment set up. I miss my kitten. My toenails are green. Tomorrow is my early/late day. I should sleep. And I realized tonight, that I am not yet ready to date.

Vague: lacking clarity or distinctness.

Us Irish know how to party.

What an interesting weekend. All plans thus far have fallen through, but that's pretty typical. New ones have been made and have probably been more fun than the initial ones. Friday was a wreck, but a noteworthy day in history. The history of Brooke, that is. A best friend proved his compassion and showed me how much he truly cares, which I really needed to see. I was forced to cope with the hopefully brief, but possibly total loss of old friends... and had the unfortunate realization that they probably don't even give a shit. And I also met someone who may prove to be very beneficial to my future. Eventful.

Today is St. Patrick's Day. At least it was. I'm writing this after a few drinks, so please bear with the typubf errors. (Just kidding). I managed to fall down the stairs tonight, so I suppose that qualifies this Irish holiday as successful. I hate being clumsy. My scraped up arm and sprained hand are certainly paying for it. I blame the shoes.

Things are good. I feel like I need to say that, because it's true. Things haven't been this good in a long time. Lately when things are bad, it's simply due to my reminiscence of how things were. And wow... I truly can't believe I managed to spell "reminiscence" right.

K. Enough seriousness. Pray that my limbs aren't 17 times more sore tomorrow morning when I wake up. And that Boris Yeltsin will makes its way out of my head once my head hits the pillow. Night, all.

Around the clock.

I should be sleeping. I should have been sleeping 2 hours ago. Sometimes it sucks to be responsible, but the thought of making another $110 tomorrow makes it worth it, I suppose. Today has been LONG, but a blast. I got up at 6:30 am and worked for 9 hours. I can't believe I got paid to do what I did today. I certainly honed my sudoku skills. Then I went directly to Alex's and we made our way to Townlake for the show. We missed Steel Train, ha, so I guess it's just not meant to be. The Rocket Summer was good to see, though. I love seeing my favorite musicians play live. AND I got free mentos. What an event. The rest of the night was such a good time, though it's been hard to kick this headache. And this feeling. I blame the headache on a much needed DP fix, and the feeling on missing some really cool kids.

I'm so grateful for good friends. I never knew I had the best.

sxsw=love

I hate that noise my computer makes when my cell phone is about to ring. Mainly because it makes that noise many times when it's not going to ring and it just plain tricks me. So I have some new jobs. On Tuesday's and Thursday's I'll be working at the Capitol (which is freakin sweet) and the other three days I'll be doing some clerical work for an engineering company. I very much like the idea of having more than one job. It will take me longer to get tired of them.

Saint Patrick's Day is this weekend. I wonder what I'll do. Probably something along the lines of drink beer and wear green. I need to be 21. Only 4 months and a day or two to go. I have fun plans lined up for this weekend already, which is always nice. I like having things to look forward to. Soo I missed my free Steel Train concert, BUT I have a second chance. There is a free Steel Train/Rocket Summer concert downtown tomorrow to make up for it! Stokedstokedstoked.

I <3 Austin.

Two second blog.

I need to go shopping. There are a trillion fun things I want to buy.

This pillow.

These coasters.

These lamps.These salt and pepper shakers.

Among other things. I need money. Off to work, I go.

Vacation, vacate.

Ohh, life. If there is one thing I've learned, it's that gut feelings are never wrong. At least they haven't been wrong, yet. Maybe that's why I rely so much on my emotions and have been known to push logic aside. Eh. Makes life interesting, I suppose.

I skipped out on a free Steel Train concert tonight. Mainly because it was pouring down rain, but also because I couldn't find anyone to go with. And, I mean, as much fun as wandering into a crowd of indie fans/campus estate residents in the pouring rain sounded, I figured I'd wait for my next free Steel Train concert opp to come around. Ho well. Instead I decided to sit at home and eat popcorn chicken and create a new blog. That's just what I needed, ya know. A new blog. I'll probably post one entry and then forget about it. Eh. Today was actually a really good day when I look back on it. I made the easiest 60 bucks of my life working from 2-8 and then just relaxed. Relaxing is nice. I talked to J on the phone for an hour. I've kind of forgotten that, yeah... he's one of the few people in my life that I can actually talk to. It was good. He actually posted a few insightful entries about relationships here that I enjoyed reading.

It's so crazy how things haven't changed one bit. Not really. It's like I got home yesterday from a year long vacation and everything was exactly how I'd left it. The only thing that's really different is my place of residence and my newfound goals and desires. But other than that, it's all the same. I'm talking to the same people as if we'd never stopped. I'm making the same plans and looking forward to the same things- only this time, it's nice to just not care. I don't know what I was so afraid of last August, but this has been so nice. It's like I've been holding my breath for 7 months and I finally exhaled. What a relief.

Man, there are so many things that I'm excited about doing. I'm ready to unleash my creativity in every way possible. As in, like, I'm gonna start knitting/sewing/crocheting. Fun! And I'm going to actually put this recording equipment to USE. I have played my guitar more in the past week than in the past 6 months. In the past I couldn't go a single day. My fingers are numb as they hit the keypad of my laptop and it is SUCH an amazing feeling. The current song I'm working on is one that I started last October. I only wrote half of it and now I have the pleasant task of conquering the second half. It's somewhat difficult since it's a, heh, love song... but I always enjoy a challenge. I have forgotten how much I love being nocturnal. And my taste in music! I can't believe I ever let anyone make me feel wrong about being myself. And it's truly no one's mistake but my own.

I am that girl who will stay up until 5 a.m. playing the same verse of a song over and over again. I will always prefer an adventure to a dull night indoors. I will never stop being so damn sentimental and will always need romance in my life. Railroad tracks and midnight visits to the park will always top getting dressed up and getting trashed. At least that's how things are for now. At least that's how things should be. I enjoy making memories. And that's all OKAY. I'm not wrong for letting my emotions guide my decisions. I'm not wrong for not having everything figured out. I'm not wrong for disliking most of what I hear on the radio. I'm not wrong being a picky eater. I'm not wrong for hating Halo 2. I'm not wrong at all.

It's just time to be myself again.