Moment 186 of the 365 Days Project

Today there was a thunderstorm and I went swimming in the pool after my run. Once I saw the lightning I decided to get out and go home. I don’t know how running became one of my favorite things. I used to hate it. But before I hated it I could run a seven minute mile. Today I was so wrapped up in thinking about other things I didn’t even know I’d passed my two mile mark. (Which never happens; usually I’m counting down the minutes towards the end.) I don’t know why I feel like sharing this with you. I’m getting antsy again. About writing here, I mean.

I miss Diary-X.

I want to write the things I want and post the pictures I want and not feel badly about it. And it’s not even that I have a ton of awful things to say, at all, it’s just… I guess I don’t know how to explain it.

But somehow I know that this ALWAYS happens. If I go somewhere else or find some place new slowly I’ll get to the point where I don’t know who’s reading anymore and I’ll want to do it all over again. I wish I could just get passed that point.

Maybe this time I will.
But I’ve a few more miles to go yet.

Can this year be over already, plz?
Kthanx.

Firstly, I’m continually shocked by all the crazy poses Jei manages to fall asleep in. Pretty sure only he can fall asleep in some of them. Obviously this one isn’t so crazy, but this morning I saw him sleeping on the floor with his arm straight in the air. No lie. As if he was in zero gravity or something. He’s taken to sleeping in his swimming shorts. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him swim in them. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him swim. (It happens to be one of my favorite things ever.) He tells me it’s going to stay that way.


It was so grotesquely hot today I almost couldn’t stand it. It doesn’t help that in the summer the entire upstairs becomes a sauna. So basically if you’re upstairs you’re swimming in sweat all day. And just as I was thinking it might actually be summer, guess what I heard coming down the street?

The ice cream truck.

Kat came running in a few minutes later and we giggled about it. I remember when we first came to the States and we heard the ice cream truck we chased it down for two blocks because we’d never had one before. It was just like in the movies. Simple pleasures, I tell you.

Oh, I pulled my left calf muscle.
It huuuurrrts.

I stayed up all night last night, and I mean until six am or some such, watching the entire second season of The Office. Absolutely hilarious. The first season was a bit difficult for me to watch because I don’t think we should joke about racism or sexism because I guess I’m a hardass like that and take it very seriously. But the second season was totally better. Either that or I became desensitized over night. Which isn’t the case.

Anyway, a few weeks ago Jei brought home this amazing HAT (huge ass television) and it’s been the greatest thing in the world. I love watching movies and now I get to watch them while I’m laying in bed and it makes me very happy. Lots of things make me happy right now.

Oh, but what doesn’t make me very happy is the realisation that I adore fucking with my hair. I’m in a production right now, two actually, and I have to leave my hair this platinum blonde and I’m thinking- wow, I want to dye my hair. But I can’t. I have to ask permission. But I don’t know if I want to go brunette or red or… I just want to mess with it. But I can’t. Which makes me want to even more.

Crazy psychology.

I’ve had those pants since I was a freshman in high school. Anyway, have you ever suddenly felt outside yourself? Like suddenly you’re very aware of what you’re doing, how you sound, the way you walk, what people are thinking of you right-this-very-second? I’ve sort of had this as a prolonged sensation over the past few days. I feel like I see myself, really see myself, and it just startles me. Every time I open my mouth, slouch, hear my own voice, brush my teeth. It’s really rather odd. (Speaking of Odd- the new Odd Thomas book came out yesterday, and despite my love for Odd I couldn’t justify spending $30 on a book.)

Today marks day 171 of the 365 project. I thought during this month I had for sure failed miserably, but it turns out I did not. This was a pleasant surprise. My entries feel very detached, choppy, and informative. Sorry about that. Maybe I’ll just resort to picture posts for a while.