Skyfall
My eye has gone bad again, it seems. The doctor isn't quite positive about why it's not gone away, and if I don't take care of it I'm going to have to go for icky blood tests to determine if my immune system is failing me.
Not a good sign, I suppose, that I've fallen ill today, and am feeling especially vulnerable to everything I do.
I may actually be slowly killing myself. Such a positive thought.
Hello everyone! Well here we go, it's a lovely time to be alive and I've finally got the time to blog, or in this case slow down and smile upon the life I now lead which is very, intensely fulfilling. I think I have wondered before what life would be like without reign or restraint and how fulfilled I would be without it, but I realize now that it's probably just not the kind of life I could lead without going insane.
Must be that to a certain degree, I crave order.
This comes as an afterthought of hanging out till 2am with my best male buddies at one of their houses (the whole family of 2 sisters and parents was at home so it wasn't wild.) (We're very tame people) (Except when B starts drunk texting the whole world, that's hilarious.) We dubbed it "bro-night", and possibly with the coming of my 18th birthday this Sunday, I'll be able to stay overnight next year, or the next time we have this party. Essentially it was us playing the PS2, getting crazy with the coke (as in the soft drink), eating heavily salted popcorn and watching adventure time. TONS, of adventure time. Lancelot and I then proceeded to have a late night cup of tea and talk about life before we all started coming down and eventually playing the guitar, singing songs and me proofreading documents.
So wild.
But I did get to hang out till 2am which is a first, but here's the thing- I am not a party person. I was with my insane best friends and I STILL couldn't stay up beyond 2am because by the time I got home I was dead beat and I did absolutely nothing. Let this be a lesson to all my friends that I'm only available for anything as late as a dinner date, because anything later and I'd rather be asleep in my bed. My bed is the source of my happiness, I do not understand the joy of chugging drinks, I would rather have slow, tame conversation that extends for hours on end and I'm more of a morning person than a night person.
Not a party person. For sure.
I think my writing is a bit hazy today and my brain is a little messy because I've taken ill. How ill, exactly? I hauled my ass to school for one miserable period to take a stupid math test I probably just failed, I left my wallet at home so I nearly couldn't come home, then my friend texted me 2 hours later to tell me he found my math tutorial book in the classroom where I had left it. That's not forgetful, that's bordering BRAIN DEAD.
I also am looking at redoing the way I use my cupboard space. I'm putting it out there- I officially have too much clothes to store them all hanging up. Officially. It's not working anymore, I literally crumple everything by hanging it because there's NO SPACE. I mean I'm not a shopaholic or anything, I basically horde my old clothing because yes, I still wear them, and Yes, I've lost weight so everything is starting to look better, and yes I think they still have a use. I have tons of T-shirts so maybe that's the problem too, but fact is, I need to probably start using a rack instead of hanging everything up. And admittedly recently I've gone on a little bit of a buying spree seeing as now more clothing options are open to me :>
Life, although I'm being hampered by health problems, has been rather fair and good, so I'm going to attempt to keep the momentum going and keeping up with work as I'm thrown into orientation tomorrow.
xoxo
Not a good sign, I suppose, that I've fallen ill today, and am feeling especially vulnerable to everything I do.
I may actually be slowly killing myself. Such a positive thought.
Hello everyone! Well here we go, it's a lovely time to be alive and I've finally got the time to blog, or in this case slow down and smile upon the life I now lead which is very, intensely fulfilling. I think I have wondered before what life would be like without reign or restraint and how fulfilled I would be without it, but I realize now that it's probably just not the kind of life I could lead without going insane.
Must be that to a certain degree, I crave order.
This comes as an afterthought of hanging out till 2am with my best male buddies at one of their houses (the whole family of 2 sisters and parents was at home so it wasn't wild.) (We're very tame people) (Except when B starts drunk texting the whole world, that's hilarious.) We dubbed it "bro-night", and possibly with the coming of my 18th birthday this Sunday, I'll be able to stay overnight next year, or the next time we have this party. Essentially it was us playing the PS2, getting crazy with the coke (as in the soft drink), eating heavily salted popcorn and watching adventure time. TONS, of adventure time. Lancelot and I then proceeded to have a late night cup of tea and talk about life before we all started coming down and eventually playing the guitar, singing songs and me proofreading documents.
So wild.
But I did get to hang out till 2am which is a first, but here's the thing- I am not a party person. I was with my insane best friends and I STILL couldn't stay up beyond 2am because by the time I got home I was dead beat and I did absolutely nothing. Let this be a lesson to all my friends that I'm only available for anything as late as a dinner date, because anything later and I'd rather be asleep in my bed. My bed is the source of my happiness, I do not understand the joy of chugging drinks, I would rather have slow, tame conversation that extends for hours on end and I'm more of a morning person than a night person.
Not a party person. For sure.
I think my writing is a bit hazy today and my brain is a little messy because I've taken ill. How ill, exactly? I hauled my ass to school for one miserable period to take a stupid math test I probably just failed, I left my wallet at home so I nearly couldn't come home, then my friend texted me 2 hours later to tell me he found my math tutorial book in the classroom where I had left it. That's not forgetful, that's bordering BRAIN DEAD.
I also am looking at redoing the way I use my cupboard space. I'm putting it out there- I officially have too much clothes to store them all hanging up. Officially. It's not working anymore, I literally crumple everything by hanging it because there's NO SPACE. I mean I'm not a shopaholic or anything, I basically horde my old clothing because yes, I still wear them, and Yes, I've lost weight so everything is starting to look better, and yes I think they still have a use. I have tons of T-shirts so maybe that's the problem too, but fact is, I need to probably start using a rack instead of hanging everything up. And admittedly recently I've gone on a little bit of a buying spree seeing as now more clothing options are open to me :>
Life, although I'm being hampered by health problems, has been rather fair and good, so I'm going to attempt to keep the momentum going and keeping up with work as I'm thrown into orientation tomorrow.
xoxo
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