Day #7 of Recovering Me

Awoke with a terrible allergy to something. Must be all that dust flying around since no one in my household believes in the word clean. Counting down the days until I move away.

Other than allergies, I'm semi-motivated to do things; like updating this blog since I've been slacking.

I'm upset about only working five days since December has started, but I can't really blame myself. I'm also upset about doing some emotional internet shopping when I did have money, that I can blame on myself. The clothes do fit me well though.

There's nothing like December to remind you of all the things you haven't done yet. Time to crack that whip... after I come back from my vacay though.

Random thoughts I've been having about relationships: I don't think I would want to invest any more time in one unless I really see it going somewhere. And I would like to take it slow, because I am only twenty-three and don't feel like I should settle just to settle. These are the same thoughts I had back in '07 or was it '08? I don't remember. But I do remember that was the driving force behind me being single for the longest, and then... I don't know what happened. I got emotional and started thinking of scenarios. Jeez, doesn't that make me sound cray-cray? A tad. For the new year, I'm going to try and hold off on any serious inquiries. Besides, the Spaniards await me.

P.s. Got my first incomplete of the semester. Way to go me! Three more are on the way.

Day #1 of Recovering Me

Hi Lovelies,

The medicines suck, but my old sense of humor is back. My drive for modeling is back as well, it always comes back when terrible things happen. One day I'll hire an analyst to figure out why, but right now I'm poor since I just bought some cute things online. Something to avoid until I start working again. Another way of my subconscious letting me know things are getting better.

This is more of a rambling.

For a whole week I felt dizzy, nausea, lackluster, and not right in the tummy, until this morning. It's also the morning I realized there is only so much Bravo TV I could handle before going mental. I knew I wanted to go out and do things, but everything made me so tired. Literally, I would puke and then past out for three hours.

Today was one of those I have to get outside and see how freaking cold it really is day. Not that cold. I also showered and got out of my friend's blue t-shirt since all of my clothes are dirty, which meant laundry needed to get done, otherwise it'd be mom jeans. DUDE! I have never been so exhausted in my life!

Going back to work is going to suck if they make me open or close the restaurant, but it's way better than staying in bed all day long, missing out on life.

Pfffhst... so what if I can't drink, and I feel my liver get these weird pressures. In a month, it will be over and I will have saved a lot of money from drinking. 

Wow, I just reread this. Even my brain is tired. This so not entertaining in the least.

Well, just wanted to say I left the bed and decided to go out and do things regardless of how tired I would get. I even bought cute dresses online to wear out even if I wont be drinking cocktails. I handled school, now I got to handle work and possibly going back to the gym and preparing for upcoming shoots.

The world sits still for no one and I'll be damn if I keep letting it spin without me.

P.s. I don't feel like dating. Maybe it's normal.