Sixteen-ish days left before the big move.
I finally found a place to stay. I have three roommates and my own room. It should be fun.
I also found someone that I really like. Of course, I am leaving. I don't think it would be fair for me to keep someone waiting for me, 1600 miles away. She says that maybe we should've met later, after our lives were all situated, but, as I always mention, I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.
We don't have specific titles or rules. We take care of our own business and still find time for each other, whether it is talking about anything in bed or hitting up a music festival. It's nice. Someone that actually treats me right and is sure about their sexuality. This is a new one for me. We've agreed to just enjoy what we have going on now, but it's getting serious and we both know we are in trouble. Oi.
I started burying my head in the books, again, to keep me busy. Began to touch up on Mass Media and Visual Communication Theory, Marjane Satrapi for leisure, Deepak Chopra for enlightenment and life lessons, Made to Stick by Chip & Dan Heath.It's been good. Everyone should read a little more. I feel incredibly more intelligent looking when I carry around a book, whether that actually makes me more intelligent or not, eh... We will find out.
In addition to my noggin growing, so have the muscles. When I move, I lose my fancy pants gym membership to the fancy pants gym that I've been working at for the past two years. I refuse to become a polar bear when I move up north. Regardless, I tried boxing stuff for the first time yesterday at an exclusive work out that I was invited to. My shoulders and lats are incredibly sore, and my fingers are still shaking since I wasn't able to wrap my hands. My knuckles are bruised and my left wrist is slightly swollen. Regardless, I feel like a bad ass and I am at the top of my game.
A lot of people come up with some really lame excuses not to exercise or perform even the slightest bit of physical activity. Go for a freaking walk, run through a sprinkler system, play fetch with your dog... anything can easily be exercise!
It's for your own livelihood, so stop crying and start moving.
waaaah
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