Tonight I'm going as a monster from Where the Wild Things Are. E is going as the kid with the crown. Because he's my king and I'm his wild thing. (cringe bc we're the cutest). Except when we went out in our costumes last week everyone just thought it was his birthday and I was a snow princess dressing up for some reason a week early. (It was a friend's Halloween/birthday party that we took too seriously because no one else dressed up) So for tonight, I got horns. And monster fangs. I can't imagine how I'm going to drink out of something with fangs in my mouth, so I'm definitely looking forward to being as awkward as possible with saliva strings in hand while I socialize. Oh this? Goes in my mouth see?! *slurred speech* Mo-sta, geh ih?
Happy Halloween!
Tuesday
"If you don't build your dreams, someone will hire you to help build theirs"
Between designing menus and drawing on chalkboards and interior shopping for 3 days straight in High Point (INCLUDING A SATURDAY), I've had hardly any time to write about myself. Which basically hurts, because how rude for work to take up so much time I can't even blog??? But it's also annoying, all jokes aside, because to others it seems like I'm putting myself first, when to me, it seems like I'm putting work first. But in a way, isn't that like putting myself first? Because I love it, because it makes me happy, because it makes me proud? Then why doesn't it feel like it?
I'm making everyone I don't care about happy.
At my best, I have time to write, eat, paint my nails, catch up on friends (the ones I still have) and take showers. Lately it's all I can do to wear my hair down. This is not good. But while it's not good, it's ok because what's life if it's not this constant struggle of finding a balance? I'm trying. So it's not bad. It's just time's up for now. Time's up for putting work first, for now. You've proven yourself. You're doing a good job. Now keep giving it your all without giving it your everything.
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| me walking to work, just got new shoes. |
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| ^ what I actually look like |
Friday
Engineering
I love how you showed me that if I moved my nightlight to the top outlet my charger could fit in the bottom outlet
Monday
morning observations
my kitchen looks like this:
tortillas i think are stale
grapefruit juice
eggs from one of the restaurant's kitchen
flat ginger ale
chips and salsa (given)
instant grits
life is good?
tortillas i think are stale
grapefruit juice
eggs from one of the restaurant's kitchen
flat ginger ale
chips and salsa (given)
instant grits
life is good?
Thursday
Wednesday
the way i see it.
you live.
you work. [so hard.]
you laugh. [so loud.]
you dance [around the kitchen to electronic jazz.]
you kiss. [until your lips are chapped.]
you eat. [endlessly.]
you stress. [enough already.]
you cry. [sometimes.]
you fight. [until you don't know what you're talking about.]
you drink. [in good company.]
you play. [like a little girl with your paints in the kitchen.]
you lose. [bad.]
you yell. [just to lose your voice.]
you scream. [raspier.]
you love. [everything, every day.]
you die.
you live.
you die.
i want my in-between to be good.
you work. [so hard.]
you laugh. [so loud.]
you dance [around the kitchen to electronic jazz.]
you kiss. [until your lips are chapped.]
you eat. [endlessly.]
you stress. [enough already.]
you cry. [sometimes.]
you fight. [until you don't know what you're talking about.]
you drink. [in good company.]
you play. [like a little girl with your paints in the kitchen.]
you lose. [bad.]
you yell. [just to lose your voice.]
you scream. [raspier.]
you love. [everything, every day.]
you die.
you live.
you die.
i want my in-between to be good.
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