Love, is a marathon. That's why you get so tired so fast of everyone. Slow down and face yourself. Cause when it's good, it's is a long, open road. You're exhausted, always comming down, trying to come up for air, trying to act like you just don't care. Love is a marathon...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Wonderwall.

Here I am--yet again. I find myself up late (or really early, depending how you look at it), laying in bed, writing in my blog and unable to sleep.

Warning: Due to the time and the lack of sleep in the previous days, this blog will randomly jump topics, have a lot of sidenotes and of course may not make sense together as a whole. Consider yourself warned.

Important Note: My good friend Nick has decided to join the bandwagon and start up a 'blogspot'; if you're interested in reading his blog or seeing his pictures click here.

Note to Self: Remember to add a link to Nick's blog on my page. Mental note made.

In other news...

Ever have one of those days that you're so productive that you feel like you could just sit back for a few days and still not feel behind? Well, today wasn't quite that productive but it was pretty close (I'll never be the master of sitting back and doing nothing--the less I do, the more anxious I get, I like to be busy). I woke up this morning just three hours after I closed my eyes, I struggled to get out of bed as I stumbled into the shower. However once I showered and had my typical 'oatmeal crisp' for breakfast, I was wide awake and ready to work. I headed on out to the back yard to start priming the fence while I listened and sang along to my IPod. The hours passed surprisingly quickly and I found myself with only a half hour warning before I was supposed to be ready for lunch with Auntie Edna and my mom. I ran inside and scrubbed the paint off my arms and hands as best I could and then headed upstairs to put on a skirt and polo shirt. After a nice lunch of catching up, I headed next door to South Center because I realized--as much as I've been avoiding spending money on getting new pants--new pants were needed. Now what does Alex mean by 'need'?

Note: When Alex gets tired--she refers to herself in the third person.

By need--she means, left it to the last possible moment in which she realizes that if she doesn't by a pair of pants, she will be simply pantless. I looked through my closet this morning and sadly realized I have one pair of pants in the closet for two of them are in getting alterations done (one of which are my old jeans in which after they get patched up from ripping them biking and playing baseball, will still look pretty worn out).

Note: If this was being marked for my correct use of the English language, I would be penalized for my use of two different narratives--first and third person.

Anyways, back to my story--I ended up buying a pair of silver jeans that (I hope) will last me the year at university. This is rather optimistic of me. After shopping for pantalons, I headed back home to finish some chores that I left previously unfinished. They were left unfinished as a result of A.D.D.

Note: Because I like to think everything through to the very last detail before making a final decision, I not only killed a rainforest today with the amount of paper I used, but I also killed my printer's ink. Even after killing a rainforest, spending hours reading through I'd guess a hundred pages of information and sending in a couple emails with questions to certain people with more knowledge than me in this area--I still have not come to a decision. I am not worried though--this is not a decision I want to make hastily. Although on the other hand--time is running out. Pressure is on.

After my killing of numerous trees (which will probably further the possibility of global warming), I spent a bit of time writing out the solutions to high school math problems for someone I am helping study. I then proceeded (because I am nice person...that and the household scanner isn't working) to drive over to this someone's house to drop off the solutions.

After all was said and done, the day ended in a gorgeous walk down the Elbow river with that special someone and Holly with a trip to Starbucks for a cold drink and the usual groceries from Safeway to make the predictable, Thai Peanut Chicken Fajitas.

I honestly feel so lucky that at the end of each day, I find myself praising God for the blessings in my life that He has given me.

I've never felt like this before...

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