Tuesday, April 5, 2011
I don't really care what the captain says. I'm not ready to give up on Random Tuesday Thoughts yet. Not really because I have been posting regularly by any means, but because lately, random thoughts are all I can really manage to string together for a blog post.
Ever since we came home from the beach a couple of weeks ago, I just haven't been feeling it. Being an active participant in my life requires so much time and energy and thought, and I just can't really muster it. This is in part to the fact that I'm simply bored with my existence and partly because of this stupid medical thing that popped up. All I want to do is lay around and sleep, but my schedule doesn't really allow for lazy.
I'm going to try the big move thing again this summer. I had it all planned out last June, but I chickened out last minute. Looking back, I'm glad that I did. I think that there are bigger things in store for me than what I was leaning toward back then. I feel like I'm suffocating where I am. Everywhere I go and everything that I see here reminds me of memories that are better off buried. I need new faces, new places, and new beginnings. There is so much to do to prepare for a move, and it's all so overwhelming. But I'm pretty miserable right now, and I have to take responsibility for my own happiness. I can't exactly sit around and wait for someone else to come along and paint a rainbow for me, can I?
I was supposed to go on a blind date recently, but I canceled last minute. I feel like kind of an ass, because I'm sure that this guy was going to be really nice and everything. He is a teacher in a town about thirty minutes away from me. After I found out that little piece of information, I did what any self-respecting single girl would do...I googled all of the schools in the county (there weren't that many) and looked up the faculty members on the school websites until I found him. Isn't that what school websites are for? I think what threw me off is that he was really hairy in his picture. As in, he had a big poofy hair and a beard, and there was chest hair poking out of his polo. I feel mean just talking about it, but I have to get this off of my (non-hairy) chest. And honestly, I don't see the point in pursuing a relationship with someone in this town when I'm moving over an hour away in two months.
That's all I can muster for this post right now. I'm going to take a nap.