A thousand times I've seen you standing Gravity like lunar landing You make me wanna run till I find you I shut the world away from here I drift to you, you're all I hear As everything we know fades to black
Half the time the world is ending Truth is I am done pretending
I never thought that I Had anymore to give You're pushing me so far Here I am without you Drink to all that we have lost Mistakes we have made Everything will change But,love remains the same
I find a place where we escape Take you with me for the space The city buzz sounds just like a fridge I walk the streets through seven bars I have to find just where you are The faces seem to blur They're all the same
Half the time the world is ending Truth is I am done pretending
I never thought that I Had anymore to give You're pushing me so far Here I am without you Drink to all that we have lost Mistakes we have made Everything will change But love remains the same
So much more to say So much to be done Don't you trick me out We shall overcome It's all left still to play
We - we could have had the sun Could have been inside Instead we're over here
Half the time the world is ending Truth is I am done pretending Too much time too long defending You and I are done pretending
I never thought that I Had anymore to give You're pushing me so far Here I am without you Drink to all that we have lost Mistakes we have made Everything will change Everything will change
I, oh I, I wish this could last forever I, oh I, as if this could last forever
Sunday again. Adam and I went shopping Saturday. I bought a pair of new jeans, size 3. It seems like I grew 3 sizes overnight. There goes all my 00 and 0 jeans. I can still fit into a size 1 though, but why even try? Gaining weight has been a lifetime goal, and I tend to celebrate it. My ultimate goal was to be 105 lbs, but it seems I've peaked at 101 lbs. Oh well, it's still an achievement nonetheless.
Adam and I also started running this morning. 4 blocks from Central to Douglas and back. I confess I couldn't run the whole way. Adam insists it is not a physical limitation but a matter of will power. For now that's all cow dung to me. Not until I can run the entire route backwards and smiling at the girl behind me who's barely breathing that I can be as cocky.
Oh, and a post of the new hair. Now that I've had a full week to appreciate it.
My friend Courtney from work did it. She also cut layers into my hair to accomodate the growing out of my bangs. She did a fantastic job. Adam is still complimenting it everyday. I felt and feel like a complete rock star. Great job, Courtney! Well, she is a licensed cosmetologist so I guess it's no great feat, but still, one can only hope to walk out of a salon so happy.
Posts of me in my new size 3 jeans soon. Only because it's so damn hot - the jeans and me as a size 3. Hahahaha!
At Adam's currently. He has gone off to do band stuff, and I am left alone to rock out to some NIN tunes and blog on borrowed time.
The work week went by quick. Despite having all the problems routed to my desk, (i.e. questions from coworkers, calls no one wants to take or make, and coworkers crying about other coworkers) it was a pretty good work week.
Yes, I've had already one coworker come to me for help and start bawling. Reminded me of Becky, only I didn't want to console her at all. She made the I'm-about-to-cry face, and I said "Aw, geez!" out loud which lead to her really crying. I told her to sit at my desk and compose herself, because I can't have her crying all over the office and went to talk to whoever made her cry. She wasn't doing her job, they were being mean. It wasn't office politics, it was high school. Either way, I spoke with my sup about the whole ordeal the next morning, and told her I don't like having people crying around me. The crying girl got fired on Friday, (not because of me, but because she wasn't catching up.) Much better I think. I'd rather deal with catty than whiney any day. (Becky knows this. Becky was a crier a long time ago, but she somehow convinced me she was worth consoling. Tricky!)
Spent the night last night here at Adam's. We had dinner at Fox and the Hounds, and actually went to bed early. He has been having sleeping issues so this morning I got up and let him sleep in. He says it made him feel tons better, which is good because he has been stressed a lot lately. His work or his band? Who knows. Atleast it's not me this time, right? This afternoon we ate lunch at Jimmy John's and went to Borders for a bit. When we go to Borders he always gets coffee and reads the magazines on the leather chairs. I sit and try to read for a minute but my ADHD kicks in and I end up walking around until he gets done. We got back home and I took a nap while he made t-shirt logos for his band. Everything seems very settled and comfortable now. Flowing smooth I think. I hope this is not all because I've medicated my psycho persona, but more because we've finally learned to get along.
Speaking of the meds, I've been on it for almost a full two months now. The main differences are: I feel tranquilized 24 hours a day, which from the level of hyperactivity I was at before brings me down to normal levels. I sleep more. I've gained 15 pounds. Adam and I haven't had a fight or broken up since. Mom and Dad are still annoying but I haven't had a fight with them either, or broken up with them :) I can sit at work for 8 hours without wanting to leave early, and I've woken up every morning without the urge to call in. (Well, yes, I'd still rather not work, but knowing I have to be at work is more automatic now.) All in all good changes, I think. I'm going on my third month this week, so I'll keep posting on what happens. Eventually, I'd like not to take the meds anymore but for now, since the changes are good, I don't want to stop taking it, atleast without talking to my doctor first. Why change a good thing, right?
Well, this ends my Saturday blog. I hope everyone else is doing well.
