I need a break

After living in a place for four years things tend to pile up. I knew I had a lot of stuff, but I had no idea that on day three of packing I would still feel like I am just getting started. I have filled 13 boxes, 4 plastic bins, and 6 duffel bags and no, that doesn't include clothes of any sort.

I have to fight my natural tendencies, which are: to look at all my things, read through my notebooks/journals, get sentimental about where things came from...or to put it another way:

I've always been that way and since the trait has lasted for 32 years I imagine I'll always be this way, I just can't help it. I'm easily distracted (for example, I am writing this blog post while I'm supposed to be packing) and easily worn out. When I was little and I was supposed to clean my room I'd spend most of my time closely examining a few choice little items and then spend a minute or two shoving everything I was supposed to clean into backpacks or suitcases or whatever I could find. My bed was flat on the ground so nothing could go under there.

However I don't think my parents would be too pleased with me if they showed up next week only to find I'd hidden things instead of packing them. So, I'm packing. Here's the proof:

Nerd Love

I was talking to my mom the other day about my move and how all my things were going to fit into my new "little house". My mom said she thought that one whole room was going to have to be dedicated to my clothes and that she wasn't sure how all my books were going to fit. I said that I'd been thinking that same thing myself, trying to imagine all my things in there and how I'm going to arrange everything. My mom then suggested that I could maybe just box some of my books and keep them in the garage for a while.

I think I paused for a little and then said "well, I could box up my out of season clothes and put those in the garage until I need them."

My mom laughed and said "I forgot who I was talking to."

I think most girls would choose to box up books, or get rid of them all together...but I am a special brand of girl, the nerd kind and I love my books more than I love my clothes.

Obsession

Lately I've become obsessed with this website: pinterest. At first when my sister Kareen said she'd started using it I didn't really get it. I signed up and spent a few disinterested minutes poking around before deciding that I'd much rather stumble and returned to where I was comfortable. I kept going back to give pinning a try and eventually I was full boar in love.

Here are some of my favorite pins to get you interested:

Words to live by:

Source: wanelo.com via Jill on Pinterest

Something to make:

Source: parlourhomeblog.com via Jill on Pinterest

Something to make you swoon:

Source: tumblr.com via Jill on Pinterest

Time you enjoy is not time wasted...

Fair

I am a very fair person. I think I've mentioned this before. If I am responsible for dishing things out/cutting/pouring, the task seem so important I will inevitably stress out trying to make sure everyone gets the same exact amount of whatever it is. I have tried to pinpoint this to my childhood, and reasoned with myself that I am this way because I grew up with so many siblings that I now have the desire to make things uber fair; except none of my other siblings ending up with that weird quirk. Just me. I go with it. In my world, if you are sharing something with me, it is going to be VERY fair.

Life at the moment does not seem to be playing along with those rules. It has been consistently giving me the smaller pour, so much smaller that I'm looking at my glass compared to the others and thinking "hey, you almost missed me entirely!"

Today my love, the father of my angel baby, moved out of our place. I am heartbroken, beaten down, and blotchy.

Quote of the week...maybe even the year

--Roald Dahl

Wicked Envy

I shrink from the water, in the instant
it hits me I cringe. A mini barrage
of liquid blades hit my skin, an ailment-
inconvenient pain, no soothing massage
for me. Now, cleanliness is a debate
I often choose to lose. Shying away
from ugly black clouds. Stuck as an inmate
in corners and rooms-as others sashay
in and out of view unaware of my
stare. Umbrella-less pedestrians in-
spire jealousy. A sudden splash-my
instant demise, I shriek-the final pin.
An existence plagued by irritation
perhaps I’ll return, a soul twice bitten.

Right, Left, Right, Left, Right....oh crap

This evening I was walking to class and for some reason started to concentrate on my steps. And then, I forgot how to walk. My right leg suddenly start taking really high steps and then when I tried to stop I scuffed my foot on the ground and stumbled. Then I tried just walking normal but both legs decided they needed to do high stepping. Luckily by the time class was over I'd figured it out again.