What the hell is it about Monday that makes me want to punch senile old men and rip my cuticles off? Every time I think about how much I detest the beginning of the week I picture a random screenshot from The Breakfast Club in which someone has scribbled "I hate Mondays" on a locker in black marker. I grew up watching that movie and really not understanding what was so bad about the misfit day. Well, that ignorance has been permanently shattered, because I don't remember the last time in my adult life where a Monday was fanfuckingtastic!!
/Rant
So, its Tuesday, I'm feeling great. I forced myself to the gym last night just because the post-holiday bulge is weighing heavy on my middle and my mind. Combine Mom's great baking skills and my new found relationship with a food inhaler/non-gainer (aka a MAN) and I've racked up an easy 10 pounds since November. Its a tad disheartening, but only really pushes me to look awesome for summer and my b-day. Thus, I will tackle my Groupon I bought back in October) for a bootcamp class, and sweat my ass off this evening. Should be awesomely awful.
I also invested in a camera over the holiday, so I think its about time I step up my preemy blog skills and start posting those too. We shall see!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Happy New Year!
I'm fully aware of the New Year's cliches, and while I managed to steer clear of the black-eyed peas and collard greens (my Northern roots and hangover mostly to blame), I don't consider myself too persnickity to avoid making some resolutions. Still, instead of going into some great explanation or rant about my reasonings behind each resolution, I've decided to keep it short and more fun for the eyes. Thus, my first ever New Year's picture resolutions! Bring it 2012!
In no particular order...
In no particular order...
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Its Just Dust, and I'm Just Dusting
I figure for now I need a space to brush off my brain, something tangible that I can fixate on for those moments when my head is whirring with ideas, thoughts, musings, whatever term suites your fancy.
I don't think I've really contemplated too hard what exactly will go on this page, but I suppose that's what makes it exciting; the possibilities are endless. Much like my own mind I suppose that its going to be random and quite scattered, changing with my moods and my interests, which are vast. I hope to somehow make it cohesive someday, and perhaps even invite others that reside in my real life to read. As of this moment that thought sort of scares me, but again, I'm open to the feeling of being...uncomfortable. Its in these moments we change the most, or so it seems.
As for the title of the blog, I thought about it for a little while. As I tend to be very conscious of my word choice, I wanted something that was vague enough to encompass whatever I wrote about, yet still be meaningful. Dust is, as a noun, well, everything: particles that have collected from various corners of our lives- from our bodies, our belongings, the food we eat and everything else-and yet has the capability of being considered nothing at all. Honestly, when was the last time you thought of a "dust bunny" as being something worth holding onto? Of course its not, its the leftovers, a collection of pieces of nothing (and everything). As a verb, "to dust" usually refers to the mundane task of cleaning off the film of (capital L!) Life from items in our lives that are stationary, idle, or for all intents and purposes, stagnant. Its here too where I thought, this is precisely what I've been attempting to do with my life lately; dusting off the corners and baseboards, the abandoned cobwebs that have been slowly accumulating in my life. Whatever happens after that, I'm not quite sure, I just know there will be plenty of sick, black rags to toss away for good.
I don't think I've really contemplated too hard what exactly will go on this page, but I suppose that's what makes it exciting; the possibilities are endless. Much like my own mind I suppose that its going to be random and quite scattered, changing with my moods and my interests, which are vast. I hope to somehow make it cohesive someday, and perhaps even invite others that reside in my real life to read. As of this moment that thought sort of scares me, but again, I'm open to the feeling of being...uncomfortable. Its in these moments we change the most, or so it seems.
As for the title of the blog, I thought about it for a little while. As I tend to be very conscious of my word choice, I wanted something that was vague enough to encompass whatever I wrote about, yet still be meaningful. Dust is, as a noun, well, everything: particles that have collected from various corners of our lives- from our bodies, our belongings, the food we eat and everything else-and yet has the capability of being considered nothing at all. Honestly, when was the last time you thought of a "dust bunny" as being something worth holding onto? Of course its not, its the leftovers, a collection of pieces of nothing (and everything). As a verb, "to dust" usually refers to the mundane task of cleaning off the film of (capital L!) Life from items in our lives that are stationary, idle, or for all intents and purposes, stagnant. Its here too where I thought, this is precisely what I've been attempting to do with my life lately; dusting off the corners and baseboards, the abandoned cobwebs that have been slowly accumulating in my life. Whatever happens after that, I'm not quite sure, I just know there will be plenty of sick, black rags to toss away for good.
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