My Reluctant Return

I have been reading a lot of blogs by my friends lately, and keeping my own for class purposes at www.jesslandolfi.com and I have been thinking it would be nice blog myself. About whatever I want. That’s what this is about right? Writing, posting, whatever you want just because. Today I was a 20 minutes late to work. I hate being late, but I’m late all the time. I don’t think about being late when I roll over to sleep for 20 more minutes, or the night before when I decide it’s a good idea to stay up and watch The Nanny. I don’t think about being late when I try on my 15th outfit which is really just a version of the 1st outfit. But being late never feels good, it’s not a happy experience. Tomorrow I’m going to try to be on time. In other news, it was brought to my attention today that it’s supposed to snow in 10 days. I hate snow with a passion and it only means I will be snowed in alone in my apartment. Sucks. As much as I am a loner, as in, I’m in my own head all of the time and I don’t like to share my feelings with others which separates me in an awful way from everyone I know - I do love being around other people. I like hanging out and doing fun things. I just don’t like to share anything remotely close to personal. It didn’t work out in the past so I gave up. Sometimes I write in my journal - as in a book that’s handwritten that no one else sees but me. I’ve found that the people that share a lot have more friends, but since it’s never worked that way for me I just don’t. And this separation that I mentioned before is really lonely. But I mean it’s whatever I guess. I don’t really have time, most of the time, to think about things like this. I just keep moving forward. Working. Doing Homework. Going to bed. Rinse and Repeat. I think I’m going to participate in #reverb10 and those 30 writing prompts. It will force me to write more and think more in the form of words which will only help me in this crazy masters program I got myself into.