I'm feeling a bit...nostalgic. The sky is clear outside my window, the apartment complex is bathed in moonlight and it's comforting. Making me think of the nights I'd spend at Casey's house, cuddled up with Posey on the big couch. I never paid attention to the television, just the heart beat, and soft breathing.
(IMAGE: 13 year old Samael Parach, my HP OC Hufflepuff.
Older, didn't make anything else for today.)
But, not that kind of nostalgic, but...the, I miss my house of 16 years. It would have been 17 years in July, but fate has it that we're working on our third week in the new apartment. Need to clean up the front room to make a path for my moms dressers and my book case. My heart hurts
and I feel empty even though I am trying to be happy. I feel blessed, and shined up on, though...it still hurts.
I am thankful that I am with my family, even if we have to make new memories in a new place.
It's like when I got my "Kerropi Book", a bright blue kerropi themed photo album that is littered with memories tangible in movie tickets, concert tickets, invitations and what not, I had to pick which ones mean the most, and if they didn't mean much they'd be tossed, and the ones I wanted to be reminded of are nestled comfortably, sleeping in the sticky pages of the Kerropi Book.
I realized today, while sitting in a Wendy's after dealing with the most ridiculous and annoying set of employees since being in IKEA, that I cannot stand being in a resteraunt where I can hear the music. Unless I'm in Azteca, that doesn't count because I cannot understand Spanish.
So, if I can hear and understand the music there is always the possibility that a song will play and I will get nostalgic and thrown out of my complacent mental state and land in an icy cold lake.
As well as this being a sketch-a-day-blog, it's going to be a way to record excersize.
Yesterday:
Treadmill.
1 mile and hour
4 foot incline
20 mins
25 calories burned.
That doesn't make up for what I've eaten, but oh well.
Thanks for reading.
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