And Now for Something Completely Different.

I need to go to the gym.

Don't mistaken me with some gym-aholic trying to become some super fit and healthy person,
but that's basically what I am.
I didn't go yesterday,
first mistake.
I'm antsy as hell.
I downloaded this app for my phone that has all these work out routines, I did one last week and it was worth it.
I'll just do one of those.

I apologize for venting.

What have I turned into?
I have so much drive.
I love it.

It's a White Oleander Kind of Day

Morning rain.
Body is sore,
trying out this new "gym" concept.
It's nice,
but I like it here
in my bed.
Gilbert looks over me,
protector of any dangerous  and nosey roomies *cough* trying to invade on my personal space.
I appreciate that, Gilbert.
Now,
back to page 102

Signing Up for FA Meetings. ASAP.

"First step is admitting you have a problem."

It's time to face it.
I have a Facebook addiction.
It took my friend complaining about how I comment on absolutely everything on my newsfeed to realize this.
I thought it was okay, others do the same, so why does it make it wrong for me? 

I was so mislead.
But it's okay, because I'm doing something about it!
My friend Olena has been forced to do the "Facebook Challenge" (is what I like to call it, since it really is quite the challenge).

The rules are as follows:

1. Only allowed to go on Facebook once a day up to 10 minutes.
2. When on Facebook, you may check notifications and messages, reply to them if mandatory
3. Only 1 comment and 1 like is allowed during this time period (*sharp pain in heart*)
4. NO CREEPING PEOPLE ON YOUR NEWSFEED (we all do it, let's get real)
5. Status updates only if it's about something interesting and that people would enjoy (not song lyrics, we get it you like that song that no one had ever heard of, snaps for you)
6. Delete Facebook App/ cancel Facebook notifications to phone

God, I feel like I'm trying to quit smoking. My leg is twitching.

I just have to keep reminding myself it's all for the best.

It's all for the best. It's all for the best. It's all for the best. It's all for the best. It's all for the best. It's all for the best. It's all for the best.  It's all for the best...

You Don't Meet Nice Girls in Coffee Shops

"Here in these deep city lights, girl could get lost tonight" ~ Sara Bareilles

New York City 2010

Still Waiting on that White Christmas

It is December 24th, and it does not feel like Christmas tomorrow.
Snow is minimal,
icicles are M.I.A,
and christmas movies are still in the hatch under the TV.

Where are you Christmas, and why can't Cindy Lou Who or I find you?

I miss the magic of Christmas.  Yesterday some friends and I went to the mall and decided to get our picture taken with Santa.  Let me just tell you, Santa was the sweetest old man in a glued beard and moustache that I have ever seen.  He asked us what we wanted and if we had been good that year;
he even gave us a candy cane! OH GASH!
This was the first time I felt like Christmas was here.
I felt like a kid again.
And that's all I wanted, was that feeling.
It lasted a whole 2 minutes.
*sigh*

I must get ready for mass.  First time I've been to church since god knows when. Yikes!

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and a Happy New Year

"Seeing isn't believing.  Believing is seeing"

~ Judy, The Santa Clause

My Brand New Tumblr. Thank You Lili.

http://measuredchaos.tumblr.com/

All I Want For Christmaaaas is YooooooOOUU

A Reminder of Sorts

Feeling like shit is okay sometimes.
It reminds me that there are things to fix,
how certain chemicals don't mix,
how the sound of a guitar is so soothing, pleasing.
That no matter how much you are sweating your feet are always going to be ice cold.
That even though you have been staring at the screen for minutes, the clock has expired hours.
How sleep is the first thing on your mind but in fact the last thing you do.
How everything would be better if he was lying here beside me.
That always makes things better,
happier.
A little less, shitty.

Colonel Hathi's March

Looking around my room, I have come to realize that there is at least one thing on each of my walls that has to do with elephants.

And all of them are adorable and make me equally happy.

Especially Gilbert, he understands me.
(Is this sane?)

HI ADAM