i try not to get caught up in the major holiday rigamarole. it’s simply nice to enjoy a delicious meal with people you trust and feel like you’re a better, stronger person than you were a year ago. and if we need a holiday to remind us to do this, so what? the whole “i don’t need a holiday to feel thankful” argument is kind of bullshit. woof… arrogance and self-entitlement. hate em.
isn’t this guy oh so endearing! i need a cat…this is just getting ridiculous. i’m like the only person on the planet who posts pix of cats in a borderline obsessive way and doesn’t actually own a cat.
1. pristine white sheets with lacy trim and floral duvet cover (too expensive in retrospect)
2. adorable wooden vintage bedside table with scalloped edges ($40)
3. mint green paint can ready to be used on saturday
more on this tomorrow. it certainly feels nice to finally live in a space that feels like a reflection of my own taste. i like girly stuff when it comes to interior decorating…what can i say? still, there’s a picture of lil wayne hanging above my bed. duh. and i plan on putting up other awesome pix.
here’s my obligatory “not that anyone reads this or anything BUT…!” i would post more pix of things but i’m not sure there’s a point because it’s not as if this is a fashion or design blog or something like that. i wish it had a focus! oh, how i wish it did. and you know what else would be so so great? if, for some ridiculous reason, i chose to write in here more than once every month! school and work keep me busy, which i’m grateful for but i would like to be a more consistent updater.
“But there’s solace, a bit, in submitting to the fitfully cryptically true: What’s happened has happened, what’s coming is already on its way, with a role for me to play. I don’t understand, I’ll never understand, but I’ll try to understand…there’s nothing else I can do.”—Fiona Apple
i thought you were the sweetest kill...did you even know?
i have about 20 original peanuts comic strip collectors books in my basement right now that were given to me. as soon as i can find a way to bring them all up to my new room (they’re heavy and i am weak) i’m going to start reading them all. i will never grow out of the peanuts. snoops, yr my boi for life.
"turn me back into the pet i was when we met/i was happier then with no mindset"
however many years later, i still relate to the lyric. it doesn’t matter who sings it. but we were probably listening to it in the car on the way to this very park.
the only thing that’s been a ‘pick-me-up’ lately is talking to best friends who i’ve known for years but don’t live in chicago. there’s something to be said about such a deep level of comfort. it’s something i’ve been thinking about lately. sometimes you develop a relationship with someone over 3 - 6 months and you feel like you’ve never not known them (and generally it’s more scary than it is awesome depending on the situation.) it’s still awesome, sure. but to feel attached anyone you’ve known for 6 months in such a special, almost eerie way that’s comparable to someone you’ve known for 10 years…well, i don’t know, it’s a strange sensation.
then there are those other instances when you think you’re close with someone but when you start comparing your level of comfort vs. your level of insecurity with other relationships, it doesn’t exactly measure up. it might even come close, but it’s not fully there. and that’s OK. what’s even more important, though, stems from recognizing that no close friend replaces any other close friend no matter how long you’ve known them or not known them. they all serve totally different purposes in your life, offer different kinds of advice, provide you with a different feeling when you’re around them. no one will fulfill every single friend role that you need at any given time.
and oh my gosh. i know i have, like, sooo many original ideas about friends and why they’re important and blah blah blah. it’s nice to type it all out, though.