I love easy Mondays. So far the days been smooth like butter I woke up with a lighter load than yesterday. I showered at 12:40PM. Made some peppermint tea and ordered Little Cesears pizza. Read some of my daily religious book, wondering what I should use this kind of free day to do. I did some 7 minute yoga. I don’t know if it really helped but it felt good that I did it. Did my nails and a facemask as well as drink a lot of water. Not sure if I want to continue vegging out and put on a Disney movie like a goofy movie or do makeup or do a photoshoot. Getting notifications on Tinder when you’re on the computer is funny. Feeling like there is so much to do and also not really is a weird place to be on an off day, I can’t decide if my body needs to relax and not think about work or if I should look for jobs or what have you. Its funny how often I want to write about sad stuff, maybe my stalker will see it and try to comment, but this time with a fail since comments now have to be approved. by me. the creator (hehe). I hope hes alright though I know mental illness can be a bit much. Listening to classical music whilst blogging is quite an interesting thing.
Part of me feels like journaling online is safe because i’m not famous and this is my own site on wordpress and then a part of me doesn’t, because, when are we ever really safe on the internet ? I like to think my words are only as effective as the emotions you feel at night, gazing at the moon in constant variation. Sometimes its exactly what you need, other times it feels useless and numbing, often numbing other times in a peaceful way though. Which is what I try to aim for.
Okay maybe I have been sleeping on classical music because Le Carnaval Des Animaux slaps like a mother funker. I forgot how much I miss journaling, don’t think i could do it every day though. Still can’t believe someone left a minifridge in the commons, which is now mine but like dude could’ve sold it or something. Think I will go to the beach next week on Monday, can’t wait to see my friends on Sunday. Maybe playing tennis will them will help me figure out how to coach 13 year olds, and relieve some anxiety and stress about being alone in San Jose living with people I don’t really know. I can’t say I would trade it for anything though, like how J cole says Love Yours, right?
A Journal / thought - blog by Doxy 