I moved out/in for the most part yesterday. It was a long ass day and not exactly the most awesome way to spend a memorial day, but whatever! 

Joining a gym tomorrow that has an amazing lap pool. Super stoked! And I’m eating super healthy lately. And as soon as I’m settled in (which will hopefully be soon) I’m going to get crackin’ at setting my creative fire ablaze. I need to do things. (like get hired…)

Basically I just want to be successful (and feel sexy). So people who have screwed me over/have been shitty in general can see me/my life and be all like “Damn. Look at her. My loss. I suck. I should quit being a lame person.” (Not that they shouldn’t have thought/be thinking that already…)

But mostly, it’s for myself. Because I have very high expectations as far as my success goes, and I plan on reaching my goals.

Blahblahblah. Rantrantrant. I am more than ready for beers with friends tomorrow!

Watching How I Met Your Mother and drinking some wine.

“Have you ever had one of those days where nothing at all monumental happens, but by the end of it you have no idea who you are or what the hell you’re doing with your life? Do you ever have one of those days?”
-Robin

Why yes, Robin. Yes I have. 

…Today.

Why on earth do I stay up so late? I get home at a decent time… I get tired at a decent time… Hell, I even doze off at first at a decent time. But somehow 3am usually finds me. And I’m too sleepy/out of it to do something productive. So instead, my mind just wanders all over the place. And I make text posts on tumblr that no one will read or care about. Because what else will I do? Sleep? Maybe.