Like sands through the hourglass...
Anyone still there, still reading, still listening, still care?
I've recently found out that if one doesn't update one's blog, one's readers become bored and eventually stop checking in for updates. So, here I am ready to spew forth all that has been happening in my life since my last entry.
I find it difficult, sometimes, to come up with something to write about that (I think) anyone would find the slightest bit interesting. I guess I shouldn't think that way. This is a journal, right? A place for me to put down my thoughts, ideas, gripes, etc. It's not really here for anyone's entertainment pleasure...technically. I can't help but to think that no one really wants to read of my boring life unless there's some sort of drama going on, however.
So this is my excuse for not updating. I don't feel as if there's anything of interest to report. You be the judge:
I've been spending a lot of time working, studying for my class, and having the flu. I was sick for 2 weeks. I've still got some coughing and some sinus stuff going on, but am doing so much better.
Diet, you ask? Yea, well, that's been blown to smithereens. I'm trying to get back on track with the food and exercise. It's so hard to climb back on. Maybe if I'd stay on to begin with, I wouldn't have that problem, eh?
That's all for now!
I've recently found out that if one doesn't update one's blog, one's readers become bored and eventually stop checking in for updates. So, here I am ready to spew forth all that has been happening in my life since my last entry.
I find it difficult, sometimes, to come up with something to write about that (I think) anyone would find the slightest bit interesting. I guess I shouldn't think that way. This is a journal, right? A place for me to put down my thoughts, ideas, gripes, etc. It's not really here for anyone's entertainment pleasure...technically. I can't help but to think that no one really wants to read of my boring life unless there's some sort of drama going on, however.
So this is my excuse for not updating. I don't feel as if there's anything of interest to report. You be the judge:
I've been spending a lot of time working, studying for my class, and having the flu. I was sick for 2 weeks. I've still got some coughing and some sinus stuff going on, but am doing so much better.
Diet, you ask? Yea, well, that's been blown to smithereens. I'm trying to get back on track with the food and exercise. It's so hard to climb back on. Maybe if I'd stay on to begin with, I wouldn't have that problem, eh?
That's all for now!
Labels: Depression, Diet, Exercise, FWB, Love
5 Comments:
Hey girl, been thinking of you and glad you posted again. Maybe this doesn't apply now, but I heard this song a few weeks ago, and it spoke to me on many levels - musically and emotionally. The first 15 times or so it brought me to tears, now it's become a song I can't pass up when I hear it. It also makes me think of you - what you would say to John if it came down to it...but then again, thing seem to be good now and I hope it continues in that direction. (((hug)))
KEITH URBAN - You'll Think Of Me Lyrics
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday
By Lisa, at 4/07/2005 1:03 PM
How funny that you should mention that song. My sister and I were just talking about that song last week. We both love it! Thanks for thinking of me. It's nice to know someone cares.
By Brownie, at 4/07/2005 1:26 PM
I'm still here, and I care! I suppose now that you've updated your blog, I should go update mine.
Sounds like things are moving in the right direction with John. I'm happy for you and hope it continues in the direction you want it to.
Take care,
Michele :)
By shygirl, at 4/07/2005 2:31 PM
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By fuquinay, at 4/09/2005 7:29 AM
You have to go meet Lucy; she's so close, and she'll be sooooooo far!
As for "John," you know how I feel. I see you needing to have a baby, and if you can't even find the time to talk about a relationship commitment with this man, how on earth can you discuss children?
We're all worried about being alone. No one wants to give up a good thing--a steady someone to hug and hear the mundane details of our day. But there's someone out there who can give us each what we need, and "shit or get off the pot" is apt here.
What are you waiting for? Tell him you want to get married and have a child, and you want to do it soon, and if it's not what he wants, you have to know because you need to find someone who will love you AND help you further your dreams.
It's really all that matters. As long as you're with John, you're not even inching toward fulfillment.
C'mon, girl. You're too young not to be fumbling toward ecstasy.
(P.S. I couldn't let anyone see that I had spelled ecstasy wrong, so just delete that previous mess permanently.)
By fuquinay, at 4/09/2005 7:31 AM
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