Wayward

I keep starting blogs and deleting them promptly--
I keep starting poems in my head and my tongue becomes attached to the inside of my mouth wanting to flicker my fingers across a keyboard or rummage for a pen so I can write it down.

but I resist;
I want to jump out in the sunshine and play hooky.
but I resist.
I want to draw the world but it empties itself out of my brain before I have time to run to a bus stop. wait 15 minutes. hop on the bus. wait 45 minutes. walk home. 10 minutes and get to my house just in time to say "Hi ladies!" and crash.

big.big.bada.boom.

I cant say that today wasn't productive. I'm relearning a new style to use maya as well as making a delicious meal for the day. I walked 3 miles with one of my best friends and my muscles are happily aching from the enormous task of getting back into shape.

was I ever IN shape?

ugh.
It's day 3 of legitimate exercise and I might take a breather so my muscles can heal and I dont feel so damn sore. My eyes are getting tired and its only 8pm. Bah!

Despite my cranky facade the sun beat down on my face like so many west coast California afternoons that I couldnt' help but smile creepily as I napped.

I keep trying not to flitter about in topics in these things but ah well; aside from my normal blah and boring lifestyle I have been trying to make a turn around this week and NOT SUCK SO HARD.Ahem. working on it seems to be the apt description and maybe with a bit more self discipline, exercise and study juice i'll be able to do that.

on a side note; im addicted to Rockstar.

HNGH.