It is cold today. I say this not as a general complaint but as a fact. I understand that there are colder places in the world, like say, in the negatives, but 25 is cold. If I wanted to complain it would go something like this. The heater at work is broken and I went in at 6:00 today. Finger numbing cold. Not so bad, you say? I basically work in a storage shed. The snow jacket and hat I wore barely kept me at a level above shivering, but my gloveless hands almost went on strike, slowly gripping the mail and dumbly shoving the letters against the small slot. I did survive, however, and now I am sitting at my brothers work, reveling at the feeling of keyboard under my fingers. I am disconnected from the world and it is a strange feeling. In a world so utterly and constantly connected, to not have a phone or a computer is almost the equivalent of social suicide. I believe myself to be one step away from hermitism or leaping off the social bridge that connects us all. Thank goodness I don't live alone or I might dissapear and never be heard from again. What do I fill my time with? I have started doing the previously unheard of task called 'outside' If I refuse to enter the house for several hours there must be something I can find to do. I have discovered bike riding and walking and sitting. The Dr. Who convention happens next month and I am pitch perfect excited. I have a costume idea, I have a small piggy bank fund, and I have childlike inpatience. Now I just have to wait til it happens. It's all about the bow tie

Today is a Tuesday and music drums against my ear as I stare blankly at the computer screen, then a smile slowly spreads across my face. I am going to make the best out of today. I am 23 now and I am trying to act my age. How does a 23 year old act? That is the first mystery to solve. I love solving mysteries almost as much as I love surprises. I don't love class though, and that is where I am heading but a 23 year old does things she doesn't always like with a smile on her face. My feet are cold so I pull on some socks. The sun is out and I ate yogurt for breakfast after working out. I am thinking of you.

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hello my darlings. Much has happened, but I feel as if nothing has happened at all. That's becuase I live in a place where nothing changes, only the weather. Will I stay me forever, then? I think not. People can't help but change; they evolve, shift, adapt....curb thier responses depending on who is listening. And silence has a sound. It hums. I yawn slowly, glancing around for the soft beige fur of the dog. There he is. I sit back. I can hear a question in your voice, but I am too tired to answer and so I change the subject. There is a hail storm in a town nearby - I know this becuase the online newspaper told me about it. My mom said something this morning, but I can remember what. probabaly that there was a storm in a town nearby. IT all sounded very familiar when I read it online. Things of interest: I am painting tomorow I don't like painted garage doors I'm afraid of walking in the dark alone I love sunrises I can listen to the same song many times I have decided to create daily goals tomorrow's goal: To not say anything negative. I will blog about how it went.

I'm sleepy/ I'm exhuasted/ I can't keep my eyes open/ I need a nap - pick one of those and then apply it to me. I'm going to blame it on the strange weather, and not the insane amount of work I have been forcing upon myself. It makes me seem somehow sane Today I: updated my blogs drew for my blog paid for my phone made a fruit smoothy drank said fruit smoothy facebooked worked listened to music chated with as many people as I could find online sat in the sun took a ten minute nap put on my makeup bought flowers for my brother and sister-in-law and started a blogging revolution

well my fantastic friendlies how have you all been? My hair is getting long and it feels strange on my back so I keep grabbing at it and pulling at it and twisting it and throwing it back. I have a hair appointment on Saturday and I can feel the strands quivering. "Don't cut me!" they scream in tiny high pitched vibrato. Don't worry my pretties, I won't cut you too much. I don't think that is much comfort to them. It is strange being in this place I work when it is dark and everyone else has gone home. I watch cars go in and out but the lobby remains silent. I'm feeling bored. A man in a yellow shirt just walked through, as if to prove me wrong. " Just getting something out of Roger's helicopter," he drawls, then walks out the back door. I try to sound acknowleding. "Ok" I call to his departing form. My mom and I went to the lake yesterday and ate a picnic I put together. There is something about lying sprawled out in the sun and feeling your body being rocked gently by the small waves underneath you. We vowed to go once a week, but I know we really won't. I ordered a dress from Modcloth the other day, using a giftcard my bestie gave to me in order to make my rival jealous. She's the best friend a girl could ask for. I am impatient for it to arrive, though.

It's a good day becuase...

My friend asked me why my day was good
the sun rose this morning, i had oatmeal for breakfast, noodles for lunch, i got a good nights sleep, i've got money in my wallet, my pencil is sharp, i slept on a bed last night, my chair isnt broken, my phone is paid for, a mom that gives me hugs and kisses, i gardened this morning, my room is clean, and i'm not color blind.

pandora

piano. I dream in piano. It's a pity I've never learned.
That and crossword puzzles. I never finish