This doesn't seem to help, either.

I think I've encountered the first ever hissy fit about not wanting to grow up. I don't know else I'd be this grumpy and hopeless and lost for the second week in a row. I've run home to my parents every chance I've gotten and yet I feel rootless even there.

It's just getting to me right now. Work, friends, social responsibilities, keeping my room clean and taking care of myself seem like such an effort to make.

I know it's just a phase but I really don't like being or acting like a responsible adult right now.

It'll be better.

I got my bike fixed (gotta love dad) though, so that's nice.


Skin's cracking with melodies

Awesome things in life part.Idon'tknow13:

* Waking up in the morning and realizing you don't have to go aaanywhere
* Finding songs on youtube after only remembering a part of the name
* Going to Vapiano and the guy preparing your dish reaches for the furthest coke because it's the coldest (  )
* Going through your closet and realizing "heeeey I forgot I had these !" I really need a bigger closet cause there's only so much room in the front of the closet.
* Realizing working out since February has actually paid off and now you actually have a little bicep
* Spending a day with my girls sunbathing (even though I rarely do that) and after that hear that you actually have gotten a little color, as tiny as that might be
* Pomeranians. 'Nuff said.


Little reasons to be happy

I've lived in my current place of occupancy for six months now and I finally made it to the library.

Guess what I'm going to do for the rest of the day?


So take cover cause I'm not the only one

I've decided that the biggest obstacle in me achieving things is the fact that starting things is the WORST. This holds true to everything I do - I don't like preparing food, because it's too much of a fuzz and it takes ages before I get to actually eat something. The critical moment in deciding to exercise is the decision, that yes, I WILL bust my butt off and actually do it. Once I get over the beginner's grudge against doing anything, I'm good to go.
And it is difficult to start writing a post once you realize you haven't written anything in months - and that it isn't the first time. I haven't counted how many posts I started with "It's been months, how did that happen?" and I don't want to, partly because that would probably be another nail in the coffin about how phlegmatic and lazy I tend to be.
I've gotten better about being lazy though. Now I just call it being dedicated to resting.
Anyway, the point was that I couldn't start another post in SC without feeling bad about silence that was before so I decided to start a new, and here we are with another bad blog name and good intentions.

Although I'm not going to apologize if I don't get better. Sometimes it's just good to start again, you know? Freshen up.

SO ! Here we are. Things have happened, days have passed, yadda yadda yadda, here's a picture spam.