It's been a while since I've web-logged anything. Not that I don't have anything going on... lots has gone on since August! I'm going to try and keep this shizz updated. Not for you, I don't care about you. But I personally have a horrible memory. So there.
The summer was magical. Seriously. Tangent: I have been called a serial monogamous. I'm ok with that. I love love. I like relationships. I'm not insecure, I don't need a boyfriend. But when something clicks, I think you'd be stupid not to go for it. So with that said, after ending an almost 2 year relationship, I started another one a few months later. The summer was bliss. It's still bliss.
Breaking up meant moving out. Quickly. I answered an ad on Craigslist. The girl who posted the ad seemed normal enough, and we had a mutual friend so I thought it would work out perfectly. Another guy answered the ad as well, and before we knew it, we were room mates. My rash decision to move wasn't the best. The house was dirty, the male room mate (in particular) was gross and disrespectful. And the shizz finally hit the fan when I walked in to find him naked in my bed with a girl. So after only 2 months, I decided it was time for me to move on outta there. I spent a grueling month trying to find someone to move in, while also trying to find a place for myself. Eventually, and after eating around $800, I was finally in a new place. Alone. An apartment for just me and my dog. It's cute, and cozy and very close to bars, which is always good. Yum.
October came and went. I found a bike in someones trash that I'm hoping to turn into treasure. With my other bike, I've started going on weekend rides with my dad. The last few months have kind of been like a do-over. Though they have left me poor and a little confused, I'm hoping to regain myself. Which is stupid, because I should have never slipped away in the first place. I cut my hair off. It's still brown. I'm thinking about making it darker. Halloween was kind of a bust, which sucked because it's my favorite holiday. But I did dress up and I watched Frankenhooker, which is the best movie of all time (and no, it's not a pr0n). My best friend growing up moved, literally, walking distance from me. Her husband and my boyfriend are fast becoming friends. It is good all around.
It's cold today. Yesterday and today have been the coldest days of the season so far. I complain a lot about the cold. I see myself in New York or Chicago, but then I squeal and cry like I a baby when it's 50 decrees outside. I'm just not meant for cold. The boyfriend thinks I need more iron in my diet. I am always cold.
I have also decided recently that I need to weed some people out of my life. Which is sad, because I don't really have that many good friends left. Joy is moving to Costa Rica. Amanda is talking about moving to Portland. Bernadette doesn't return phone calls. Parker is already in San Fran (but coming to visit soon!). The rest are mere acquaintances. Maybe an e-mail here. Or a myspace comment. Or a promise to meet for drinks, but never a follow up. I've written this before, but I feel like I'm a little behind. I don't feel like I should be (almost) 26. I still feel like I'm 21, trying to figure out what the hell is going on and then forgetting it all in a bottle of vodka. Everyone is getting married, or already married, or getting preggers, or moving away, or being all grown up in some other fashion. Sometimes, all I want to do is go listen to a band I've never heard of, and drink shitty beer and meet new people. Even if it means falling asleep smelling like cigarette smoke.
I am so emo.
So recapping the last few months: moved, met boy, cut hair, moved again, re-discovering lost loves, taken to song writing again, re-kindling friendships, dissolving others, moving forward, planning happiness, more cooking, more baking, more laughter, cheap aquarium visits where I bought a kick-ass necklace, going to the zoo, street festivals, fireworks on rooftops, bike rides, love love love. Oh, and my dog has worms.
I promise I won't stay gone so long next time. Actually, I'm secretly hoping that people have forgotten this blog even exists. Then one day, someone will stumble upon it again, months later view it as treasure. I hope.
Life is good folks. I think it's only getting better.