random thoughts

I have been avoiding that “25 Random Things” list floating around on Facebook like the plague. I’ve also been avoiding this blog for a few days. I suppose I’ll go ahead and do my own version of that list here.

• I am growing weary of the internet. I catch myself unsubscribing to blogs left and right and marking things as read quite a bit on my Google reader. Everything is turning into one big blur of things I’ve already seen a thousand times and I’m completely uninspired right now.
• To hell with Punxsutawney Phil and 6 more weeks of winter!
• Other than the occasional odd t-shirt, and the desire for a new bag and a blazer, I have had no desire to spend money on anything fashion-wise for a while.
• I adore design but refuse to feel inadequate for not having a stylized version of every mundane thing on earth.
• I want to celebrate my 30th birthday as quietly as possible this year.
• I need to start saving money for the big move this summer.
• What the heck am I going to do about the big move this summer? I know what I want to do but the option hasn’t presented itself.
• I’m terrified that I’m not going to be able to find a job in my field with the economy being what it is.
• Without getting too personal, I’m exceptionally frustrated with and terribly worried about my family. They are the bane of my existence right now.
• I really don’t feel guilty at all for spending less time socially and more time being wrapped up in romantic bliss these past few months.
• My hair will not grow fast enough.
• Separating myself from the bar scene has let me know who my real friends are and I’m grateful for them.
• I am in no mood for listening to people endlessly whine about drama they have created for themselves.
• I need to get off my ass and start selling things on eBay. Lots of things.
• There are some major projects I want to be doing right now but I’m tired of thinking and talking about art. I want to DO but right now, I can’t be investing the amount of money it would take to get started.
• My days are mind-numbingly boring and have been for years.
• I have hundreds of photos I need to print plus a hundred more that need to go into photo albums. I don’t take pictures or care about them like I used to.
• Why didn’t I just go to art school?
• With everything on my mind and all the fears I deal with privately, I have never been happier in my life and I know it’s only going to get better. My heart feels like it’s going to explode.