kept busy yesterday, but got all my shit done.
from picking up my bridesmaid dress, to attending showers. from work to paper writing, then onto rolling into my bed at 2:30am. i woke up just 4 and a half short hours later, practically jumping out of my skin when my alarm went off. got my stuff around in time to meet bailey at her house so we could ride to classes together.
the rewarded ourselves with a morning bowl (hardly) and went to our classes. its such a relief for those couple hours, especially when you're running on empty anyway. my mind was free of time constraints or worry about assignments or tests coming up.
but i'm back here, feet rested on this table, and i can feel the warmth of my face.

april twenty-sixth

this morning, i woke up feeling like a new woman. i distinctly remember opening my eyes this morning, and swallowing, then being shocked at how it wasn't painful to do so.
went through my morning coffee routine, talked to my mom for a bit before she had to work, then made myself lunch. mom and i have been on this kick of these really healthy little pizzas. pita bread, tomatoes, basil and mozzarella cheese. i added cilantro to mine this afternoon and it was so so good. you bake them in the oven for 20 short minutes, and i was full for seven hours. which is pretty shocking for a vegetarian meal.
after lunch, i started doing laundry - i think i ended up doing five loads. impressive for me, because i can never focus long enough to completely finish one load. with laundry came room cleaning, because half of my wardrobe was on my bed, around my bed and spread all over my floor as a blanket, only in huge piles. needless to say, my room is now spotless! it feels much more like summer in there now. i opened my blinds to let the sun in, and it's wonderful lately. knowing that i have a garden growing in my backyard is comforting as well.
things are looking up in my little head. i always seem to reach new areas of freedom when i stay at home for long periods of time, which is ironic to me. a lot of time for self-inspection and self-discovery.

skys are clear now

today i found out that i have strep. i'm on antibiotics that i'm allergic to, but it'll heal me in the long run, i guess. i'm out of school and work until wednesday - which unfortunately doesn't erase the homework, but at least i now have ample time to finish it all.

besides my throat feeling like it's being ripped to shreds little by little, and besides the fact that i have too much to do and too little motivation - i'm really happy right now. the rain cured everyone's dry spell, i think. it's beginning to feel more like summer each day. just got to push through the next few weeks of school and it's all better from there.

after the summer program that i'm helping out with at the daycare, i'm going back to work for jimmy johns. i've already talked to the managers and the only thing holding me back besides my current job is my green hair. i haven't dyed it in like two months now, and it's already fading closely to blonde... sort of. hopefully spending a lot of time in the sun this summer will help me get it back to something "normal". something jimmy john's acceptable.

i'm beyond blessed lately.

april tenth,

nostalgia for something genuine, something frail. autumn's bird has left me and i miss him.

indian land

lately i've felt more free than most times. i go wherever, i do whatever, i smoke whatever not worrying about anything or anyone else. it's so nice to feel like this, to feel like my own universe is turning in the right direction, right inside the lines that the stars are plotting out for me. yet all day i've had one thing on my mind, one person and one solid memory. even the smells of my friends neighborhood remind me of him. looking inside empty houses remind me, reading poety or thinking about doing homework. i feel stuck inside the sinking sand of everyone's father, but i'm digging myself deeper, i think.
i always skip from one puddle of emotions to the next. each person trying to keep my feet on the ground, i think. i throw up my red flag - every single time, and everyone gets it. everyone lets go and i keep running, most times in circles with the occasional opposite direction. i run back and forth from being water to being mud, from being light to hiding under rocks and eating them for every meal. counting them, then losing track.
i don't know what was meant by the old yellow book that's written in a foreign language, but our home is never the same. i'm always on some different time card than everyone else, in my own arrangement of the empty space, and you're always there. i touch base now and again, but i always push everything away. i repress everything. mostly of fear, of fear of losing the distance i like to run and fear of losing the light i find in loneliness sometimes.
i don't know, i never know, i'm in the wind. maybe one day we'll cross paths again.

so much liberation

i guess it took one of my best friends' nine month relationship to end for me to realize, again, that i'm alright alone. it's been a long time coming, and i've been so comfortable in loneliness before, but it just became so. lonely. yet when you think about how much time you have to better yourself, to come to self-actualization, there's a light that instantly shines in me.

sunday, the third

i was less confused and felt more focused while i wasn't so closely tied to everyone around me. like that day where i didn't talk to anyone except the people i lived with or crossed paths with. when i wasn't constantly on the internet via my phone or wasn't at the beck and call of each person who called/texted me. my mind was filled with what was happening in front of me, not the concerns of everyone else. i liked that, and because of that - i'm going back to my shitty phone for awhile. sometimes everything glitzy glam isn't best. or maybe it's all just self-control.