Update: First Four Days of June: Thoughts

My foot's been hurting. If I have a tiny little bone broken in there I'll be so mad. The weird thing is yesterday it was my right foot and today it's my left. I can only assume it spread. "It" being tiny little bone broken -itis.

I bought a dozen donuts for $6. Go American. Donuts for a week cost less than two cups of coffee. I would like to say that knowing there is a Krispy Kreme 15 minutes away and having a roommate with a car can be challenging.

I am to young to be tired of the college party scene. But I'm tired of the college party scene. I think I need to move up in the world.

I think I am also tired of the college-college scene but I am almost done with the quarter so I'm feeling good.

I think this summer I will write more. I'd like to do another novel. Have an idea. Need time to write.

I haven't worked out in over two weeks. In other news I've taken to the habit of wearing parkas around so no one needs to experience the donut filled fat fuck that I truly am.

I started watching Doctor Who and my whole life is on the brink. Also, Tumblr needs to be weaned. If I spent my time on Tumblr on writing I might actually produce something worth writing.

My new roommates are nice.

I got a good grade on my last paper.

I am getting better at Italian. I am taking summer classes in Italian.

As always the search for time and energy is futile. The search for viable future is also... let's not talk about it.

I have not had a hard time being happy, not that this is new, but it is nice to know I will wake up tomorrow and not wallow.

I met SOMEONE. Not putting eggs in one basket until it is clear he is the right eggs and I am the right basket. That sounded... let's move on.

The ex doesn't know about the someone and I am banking on him not reading this. The ex and I are on okay terms although I have pushed him away recently. Yet to decide pros and cons of this. Hoping again, he is not part of the readership. If you are, hello...

Families alright, same as usual. Mom is getting evermore famous. I am getting evermore anxious about living up to the role models-- even though they'll say it's not important and I know they are part of the readership. Maybe the only part.

Roommate sick. Can't get sick. Well have the ability, but really don't WANT to.

Trying to think of other things.... have job. want travel. eat food.