i think i get it.

I think she is me, circa 2003. i think i get it now. doesn't necessarily bode well, but hey, getting there, getting there...

in other news, my job is over and I don't know what to do with myself (other than sit on my couch reading the paper and debating what colour to paint my apartment). My parents have been bugging my incessantly about going home prior to new york, but for some reason, as much as that appeals to me (I do love my family), the thought makes me feel anxious and rushed. I am NOT mentally prepared to be away for 2 weeks or to stop over in Toronto. Not a big deal, i know, but for some reason, I have this mental block. And it's not like I have a lot to do in vancouver (aside from certain wooing activities, but then again, i think a break would do us both good)...more like I need time to figure out my head. Of course, going away would solve all my issues of having nothing to do. I'm suffering from lethargy-activity disease: I get up and read the paper with my coffee and then just hang out puttering around. then I feel guilty about doing nothing productive, so I look at my list of "things to do". when I finally decide on something, I'm so lethargic that I can't bear the thought of doing something. THe only thing I've really kept up with are my yoga classes, but of course, I go on and injure my hamstring. *sigh*

ok. i'll post a happier entry next time.

mood: neither here nor there.
listening to: Kinnie Star - Alright