Some days I wake up, lay in bed, and think, “boy oh boy, this is going to a great day” and make  a list of all the things I am going to do. Then, I get up, eat something, and fuck around for the rest of the day. Is this just low grade depression? Is it quarter life malaise?

I am reminded of the page I found in a friend’s writing notebook…It said “GOALS” at the top, and nothing else was written on the page. It was so amazingly awesome.  It was like unintended art. I am feeling like that these days. As if i am performing an art piece about modern day isolation…that has lasted about 4 years.

I am too scared to go out and meet people, which is just outrageous. I could go to book groups, classes, knitting groups, soup kitchens ect.. but I look at knitting patterns online, watch British sitcoms and The Simpsons. I need to stop.

Okay so…GOALS….. goals..

Be here tomorrow for the thrilling conclusion….unless of course I have something better to do. Like sitting.

Oh, and the cat’s missing. So i have that going for me…

Hey look! I am making a  slipper! I sort of forgot about this. I am imagining no one read it anyway, but I can still write in it. Might keep me honest.

I never did do the craft fair, which turned out fine considering it rained and was freezing about no one went i haven’t been crafting as much as I’d like because the spare room is always a mess and i can’t stand to be in there. I have all these ideas running around my brain. So much I can’t sleep sometimes, but never any gumption to do it! ARGH. I am thinking i need more coffee..maybe not.

I changed my major to Anthropology with a Biology minor and am overjoyed about it! Although this semester is a bit of a wash because I cannot concentrate on anything for some reason. My brain is filtering out everything instead of retaining it, and it is.making.me.nuts!

It’s cold. so cold. All I want to do is lay under blanket and watch British movies, drink tea and booze, knit, and eat casseroles. I feel like living in the south has made a wuss of me. I will be happy when the oportunity comes to go back up.

This was nothing but rambling, but I feel like I don’t have a “theme” for this. I don’t need one. Maybe I will find something specific to mutter and muse upon, but until then…feck it.

bran

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i made the most branny muffins in the world. i am scared to eat them before i leave the house. this is the most awful picture i could take of my creation.
i am going to make some muffins for the craft sale and also some cupcakes i think.
i have been working on jewelery and it’s coming along, but i am getting extremely nervous. yikes!
things are good…

anyway, if anyone is in greensboro at the end of march…check me out. stylin.

i am feeling creative juices bubbling, but it has been so long since i have been consistent that its hard to start. this will provide a much needed kick in the hiney. i want to create again. even if it’s nothing to speak of. just feeling like there’s something coming out makes me feel better. i want to be more brave. i want to feel more empowered.

i will post pics of what i make to keep myself honest. and hopefully someone will look at this blog someday….

i am interested in how connected all these things are. this is a boring start to a blog that i hope gets better,

this picture is my mandatory photo of myself.
enjoy.

i am living in a college town, too young for the oldies and too old for everyone else. i wonder where to meet like minded late twenty somethings? i drink coffee and look at crafting sites and try to knit and sew and crotchet and keep a journal and do school work.

i am wondering if i can make another four years. i think it’s worth it in the eventually.

first one.