its one of those nights.
one of those nights that happens once every two months.
where i lay in my bed for over an hour and all i can think about it stuffstuffstuff runningrunningrunning through my head and i can't stopstopSTOP thinking about how good it would feel if i let it all out on 'paper' and by paper i mean my blog.
so here i am, writing a blog at 12:10 am Pacific Standard time.
June 29th, which means another month has passed.
or another two months because i wasnt even aware May had already passed.
i haven't blogged very much since being in california.
normal day : wake up at 9:30.
use the computer until 10:30 while eating cereal that dad bought.
finally go running around 11.
run for a mile and die then have to walk the rest of the way home (5k in 5 days? uhh what?)
come home. shower.
somehow get myself to work. it takes a lot of energy. and i really really have to put my mind to it. or else i'd never get there.
get frustrated while driving on Pacific Coast Highway and dream of how easy and fast it was to go 15 miles on i-15.
run around for 4 or 5 hours getting clothes for people who aren't nice to me and who i rarely like.
some, though, some make the day worth it.
like this little old lady. SO OLD. i'm talking like....85. and so little. i'm talking....4'6.
(she was really hunched over)
and her husband.
i dont know why i get along with old people so well,
but i can talk to them easier than people my age.
she was buying white pants for golf.
i talked to her husband about where they were going golfing.
(like i know what newport golf course is)
and i told him my dad golfed.
and when i told him that, my dad seemed really distant.
like he was further away than a phone call.
or a text. or a 60 minute plane ride away.
i don't know why.
anyway.
after work i come home. think about going running again because i have nothing better to do.
check twitter.
see if anything new was recorded on the tv.
and eventually decide its time to go to bed. and wonder when amanda will come home that night. and if i should sleep in the middle of the bed, or the edge of the bed. i usually end up sleeping in the middle.
and then my day starts all over.
there are some days that are really fun. yesterday i had a terrible migraine so i couldnt go in to work. (...)
so we went to the beach instead. and laid there for a while.
and jumped in the ocean for awhile.
then got little ceasers and ate for awhile.
and that is just one of the fun days.
i'm going to utah on tuesday.
and i am so excited.
one of those nights that happens once every two months.
where i lay in my bed for over an hour and all i can think about it stuffstuffstuff runningrunningrunning through my head and i can't stopstopSTOP thinking about how good it would feel if i let it all out on 'paper' and by paper i mean my blog.
so here i am, writing a blog at 12:10 am Pacific Standard time.
June 29th, which means another month has passed.
or another two months because i wasnt even aware May had already passed.
i haven't blogged very much since being in california.
normal day : wake up at 9:30.
use the computer until 10:30 while eating cereal that dad bought.
finally go running around 11.
run for a mile and die then have to walk the rest of the way home (5k in 5 days? uhh what?)
come home. shower.
somehow get myself to work. it takes a lot of energy. and i really really have to put my mind to it. or else i'd never get there.
get frustrated while driving on Pacific Coast Highway and dream of how easy and fast it was to go 15 miles on i-15.
run around for 4 or 5 hours getting clothes for people who aren't nice to me and who i rarely like.
some, though, some make the day worth it.
like this little old lady. SO OLD. i'm talking like....85. and so little. i'm talking....4'6.
(she was really hunched over)
and her husband.
i dont know why i get along with old people so well,
but i can talk to them easier than people my age.
she was buying white pants for golf.
i talked to her husband about where they were going golfing.
(like i know what newport golf course is)
and i told him my dad golfed.
and when i told him that, my dad seemed really distant.
like he was further away than a phone call.
or a text. or a 60 minute plane ride away.
i don't know why.
anyway.
after work i come home. think about going running again because i have nothing better to do.
check twitter.
see if anything new was recorded on the tv.
and eventually decide its time to go to bed. and wonder when amanda will come home that night. and if i should sleep in the middle of the bed, or the edge of the bed. i usually end up sleeping in the middle.
and then my day starts all over.
there are some days that are really fun. yesterday i had a terrible migraine so i couldnt go in to work. (...)
so we went to the beach instead. and laid there for a while.
and jumped in the ocean for awhile.
then got little ceasers and ate for awhile.
and that is just one of the fun days.
i'm going to utah on tuesday.
and i am so excited.
8 comments:
I have those nights too where I stay up til 2 in the morning listening to my husband snore as I think of EVERYTHING and ANYTHING that doesn't matter at that exact moment in time and then wake up the next morning wondering why in the world I'm so tired.
I hope that the boring days aren't what you remember about this time in California. I hope you remember the fun times you had with Amanda, and the time at the beach and in the sun.
love this because it's you speaking. takes guts...especially since someone in spain has visited your blog...?:)hope to see ya in fab utah
You have to decide which side of the bed to sleep on. LOL.
Well, little miss, I will be in Cali VERY SOON. and we best have the time of our lives.
mainly because it's a crappy time for me too.
and because it will be me. you. and California.
Is there any way we won't have an amazing weekend together?
what the... i've been with you everyday for the passed 2 weeks. why do you have to wait for me to get home?
Amanda!!
I hate when I can't sleep... but dang, look what a great post comes out of it when all the thoughts are written down. You should write a book. I'd read it. And I love old people too. They're less intimidating & are so funny & quirky & are self-esteem-boosters. Usually. :)
what? i'm serious and so confused.
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