on being sick & microblogging!

i've been in bed for the past couple of days. fighting off what seems to be the worst cough that has hit my immune system. while usually i will just brush it off & continue to gallivant, i am taking it quite seriously now & staying indoors. 

i feel kind of lonely, actually. but i honestly feel too weak to call anyone over to entertain me, in all likelihood it would really just be friends watching me lay under my blanket & watch me attempt to hack up a lung.  plus, it would suck to have to get someone else sick. 

& on this microblogging thing. i've been trying to fight it for so long & creating a twitter appeals the very least to me. not to mention, i can't imagine anyone wanting to know what i'm doing/thinking at least every four hours.  

also, a guilty pleasure of mine is style, everything good and evil of it.  & i don't want to use this blog as a way to post up pictures of my material-lusts.. call me shallow.. but that's what guilty pleasures are. sigh.

so i've given in: i've gotten a tumblr. 

& i can't help but be so excited :)

took the midnight train going everywhere..

I know I said I would blog "every day until graduation."  Clearly I failed at that.  I started writing one yesterday but then I was gladly interrupted by a friend who brought me beer and good conversation. Then I started writing another one at 3AM after a night out.  I'll save you from the words that I wrote but here's a little of what I was going to post at 3AM: 

K. said if I need to feel inspired, watch this :)

Sometimes, it can't be helped to feel joy when breaking out into a song & dance number when walking with good friends. 

Making my bed

For the past two years, I have been sleeping on an air mattress. There are several reasons for this.

One of the reasons is that I kept thinking I was only staying at my apartment temporarily, the concept of two years didn't seem like such a long time.
Two years ago this time, I was a sophomore, working at WPC, and training for a half-marathon. I was in the dorms. I had long hair.
Now, I am a senior, working at Public Health & for JumpStart, and should be training for a half-marathon. I am in an apartment. I have short hair.

Two years is quite a while...

Buying a mattress is an investment. It's a commitment.
I think of a mattress the same way I think of a home. It's a place I want to look forward to going to where I can find warmth and comfort. It's a safe place, a haven. It's a place I can cry and laugh. I grow an attachment to it. I care for it and long for it. I can make memories in it. Sharing is at my discretion and I am extremely careful about it. It is mine.

So, my goal for this year:
I will buy myself a mattress.