Family Day

I am currently in love with the show 'How I met your Mother'. Mike lent me the first season and it is awesome. I suggest that everyone goes out and watches it right now.

I spent today at work, despite the famiy day nature of today. I was cleaning out files because our offices are moving buildings. Is it sad that I am very excited to set up my new desk? Cause I think it's kinda sad. Seriously, I need something a bit beyond what I currently look forward to.

Fence Fence!

Because I commute in from work I usually arrive late at fencing. Normally I come in halfway through the warm up/muscle strengthening. Whenever I join in everyone else is all worn out, so simple things like leg lifts make them groan in pain, this has the tendency to make me cocky. Today I worked out to this guy who is built, and he was exhausted, I thought that I was a total animal because I could do three push ups in the time it took him to do one. I quickly ran out of steam.

Morning Review (at night)

Since the days have been getting shorter I have noticed an interesting phenomenon. I wake up before the sunrise and go to bed before the sunset, but I never notice either happening. That has made me kind of sad for a while, to be so caught up in my scheduals and lists and thinking and drudgery that I don't notice something as simple, and as beatiful, as the sunrise.


This morning, I saw the sunrise. And it was beautiful and orange and glowed. It made me happy.

Beautiful Things

I made dinner for my roommate for two nights in a row. I made brushetta and pizza last night and tonight I made brushetta (I really like brushetta) and egg plant parmasean. It was funny on Saturday night because we were out of regular cheese, so all we had was camenbare to put on the pizza. It tasted great, but what kind of people have to settle for camenbare?

I cleaned my fish all on my own today, this was a huge step as every other time I needed someone there to spot me while doing it. This is probably because the first time I did it Freddy hopped out and landed on the counter. I was understandably paralyzed with fear and my roommate had to rescue him. I am pretty sure that I lost about 4 years of my life in that moment. Hopefully it will have been the years wherein I have a terrible hair style and look terrible in pictures.

New Years etc.

I am not doing very well with this whole post more often thing. It was a new years resolution to post more and to write in my diary more. Maybe I just need to get in the habit. I also need to work on being less intimidated by Shashi's blog. No one can equal her ability to write on anything and make it interesting.

I think my life needs both more reflection and dreaming. I am getting all caught up in the cycle of chores in life. I am accomplishing nothing but tiny goals right now, nothing long term. For example I am happy when I manage to do laundry and get it all folded and put away. But there is nothing really long term about that. What happened to my volunteering? Where is my career research? I miss looking forward to things. Looking forward to accomplishing something big. In school you could always look forward to the end of the year, and past that graduation. I had a goal then. Now it seems I am living for nothing in particular. Don't get me wrong I love living, never known anything else really, but one cannot live for the two week sheet washing rotation (on the other weeks I wash white clothes).