Sometimes I'm just so resentful to my blog. I think about it, know i should write in it and then forcefully ignore it.

First couple days we were in Vic, someone I'm pretty stoked on told me they read it and it made my day. It also put a HUGE cap on my 'flow'. Still was the most exciting thing ever.

Also there's so many things going on right now that, which my real feelings about, I don't trust to put out there for people. And i know that if i lie to this thing, it totally defeats the purpose of writing in it.

Things have been okay though, I mean adjusting to a new city is hard it turns out. You know the old saying 'Cry at the drop of a hat'?

Welcome to my life.

We're talking absolutely uncontrollable crying. Turns out I was blaming Grey's Anatomy for more then their share of the tears. I just am super emotional and strange right now. The move, missing friends and family, the fact that I'm the only girl at work and they do EVERYTHING different from how I was trained. No girlfriends, No hobbies, No pastimes.

All of that adds up to sleeping, weeping and not eating.

I think I've got it under control though. Today was a blast of a day, out at the parade. I have a confession in the fact that marching bands make me uncontrollably happy.

SO happy.

Even though there was like a billion, super similar bands in the parade, each filled me with a significant, unique sense of joy and hope.

Today is a good day. But i just get so tired. And so i'm listening to master mixes of Biggie and hoping that a little nap will happen on its own accord.

The brick wall is warm from the sun and it comes all the way through to my feet. the air smells like ocean, ivy and the vaseline on my chapped lips.

I like listening to people talk. Every word you say, i think i should write down. So if you're chatting around me and I'm listening very hard, anticipate it being written down somewhere.

Sorry.


I feel better, Like i can actually write this sucker again. Its good to be back.

Sometimes I'm just so resentful to my blog. I think about it, know i should write in it and then forcefully ignore it.

First couple days we were in Vic, someone I'm pretty stoked on told me they read it and it made my day. It also put a HUGE cap on my 'flow'. Still was the most exciting thing ever.

Also there's so many things going on right now that, which my real feelings about, I don't trust to put out there for people. And i know that if i lie to this thing, it totally defeats the purpose of writing in it.

Things have been okay though, I mean adjusting to a new city is hard it turns out. You know the old saying 'Cry at the drop of a hat'?

Welcome to my life.

We're talking absolutely uncontrollable crying. Turns out I was blaming Grey's Anatomy for more then their share of the tears. I just am super emotional and strange right now. The move, missing friends and family, the fact that I'm the only girl at work and they do EVERYTHING different from how I was trained. No girlfriends, No hobbies, No pastimes.

All of that adds up to sleeping, weeping and not eating.

I think I've got it under control though. Today was a blast of a day, out at the parade. I have a confession in the fact that marching bands make me uncontrollably happy.

SO happy.

Even though there was like a billion, super similar bands in the parade, each filled me with a significant, unique sense of joy and hope.

Today is a good day. But i just get so tired. And so i'm listening to master mixes of Biggie and hoping that a little nap will happen on its own accord.

The brick wall is warm from the sun and it comes all the way through to my feet. the air smells like ocean, ivy and the vaseline on my chapped lips.

I like listening to people talk. Every word you say, i think i should write down. So if you're chatting around me and I'm listening very hard, anticipate it being written down somewhere.

Sorry.


I feel better, Like i can actually write this sucker again. Its good to be back.