I like to watch movies with the subtitles on. And TV shows. If there is the option to show English subtitles, I’m turning them on. I like to read. That’s how I process information. The best format of studying for me is reading from a book and copying by hand onto paper. But I’m lazy, so that method of practice isn’t always used. I am a person of habit. I am a person of tradition. Although I like repetition, it is hard for me to accept it into my routine – especially if it is new and unknown to me. I do not like change. I like my comfort zone, and it’s very rare for me to leave it. I cry. A lot. Crying is how I express intense emotion, whether it be positive or negative. I have experienced both tears of pure joy and tears of pure rage, of pure depression, of pure grief. I am a pessimistic individual.
It always seems like a hot second since the last time I decided to write something for this blog, doesn’t
On the 1st of August we had a little bit of a late start, we woke up at about 11.
Tuesday, the 31st, we started our journey out to Mystic, which will be our third time driving across Connecticut to
Eric arrived late afternoon last Saturday and I picked him up from the airport. He was pretty tired from working
A lot of things are on my mind right now. It’s probably not the greatest idea to hop on a
Today was a rather eventful as it was my day off, and I’m gearing up for a daring 40-hour week
My windows are open, it’s very sunny out but it’s only seventy-eight degrees outside. There’s a cool breeze so my room doesn’t feel as stuffy as it did the night before. Yesterday it was hot and humid and sticky. When the weather is like this I always feel really inspired. But that usually gets buried because other members of my house come home and I feel watched and preyed on. Even with my neighbors, I feel too close to them. And I feel like I have nowhere to adventure to without people giving me a look. But I also feel that about everywhere I go. I feel inspired now, and especially since I’m on Tumblr and I’m always floored by the art that I find there – even the really cheesy, fake deep ones. Makes me want to create art. But I’m no good at it. Writing is the extent of my creativity, I can’t draw or paint for shit.
Yesterday I did some hardcore, real-life adulting and I’m feeling pretty proud of myself. It was my last day off
I visited Goodwill the other day and ended up buying a selection of books there, which one I’ve already finished