i just can't control it sometimes. i get these huge waves of epic motivation, and for a fleeting moment my insides catch on fire.
i'm in boone this weekend to work, which has been a welcome getaway. the weather today was absolutely amazing. my outfit felt amazing. i did not sleep well last night (i have trouble sleeping when i know i'm alone) but i got up early, which is amazing.
the store was absolutely nuts today. herds of people. but i love working saturdays because i know for 2 hours of that 5-hour shift, i'll be working with someone. that always makes things more fun. after work i stopped by walgreens to purchase some travel-friendly shampoo and conditioner, and then came home to my apartment thinking i would crash because of the aforementioned lack of sleep and waking up early.
side note
i like being here when no one else is here. i live in college-kid apartments off campus, and when i was driving up the hill today i felt like i was an adult, going to my real non-college-kid apartment after a long day of work.
scary how that's really getting so close. 2 semesters. one summer.
anyway, i got home and instead of crashing, i grabbed my neglected beauty of a guitar, put it on, played while i waited for my healthy choice pizza to bake. cute outfit + guitar + mirror in kitchen + knowledge that my apartment complex is a barren wasteland = me singing and playing REALLY loudly and pretending i am a b-list famous girl musician.
WHAT DO I WANT?! uuuughhhh!!!
anyway, i got really motivated to record more stuff on my humble garageband with my humble garageband skillz. by next christmas, i want an ep, maybe not recorded on garageband with crappy garageband skillz? an ep with my name on it. with my songs on it. just a little attainable accomplishment to be proud of.
i said it. now i'm mortified that it has been etched in stone and now i'll let myself down if it doesn't happen. or that i HAVE to put all my eggs in one basket.
tomorrow, 8pm, HALF MAN, HALF TREE on TLC. don't miss this. TLC also should pay whoever makes up these documentary titles a million more bucks. an hour.
i get really excited when i think, sam, you can do this. drink just water. do crunches. walk err'day. but i don't wanna tell you because i could very well change my mind tomorrow.
i mean, i just ate like, half a medium sized bag of one-week past expired cheetos, that aren't even mine to begin with.
what do you want? like, just something completely unneccesary for life happiness, but you want it?
i want a digital camera. it's been two years, people. i need to put into pictures how i see things around here.
dear corporate america, i'd like to be a really kickass housewifemom. sorry for all your extra hard work to make sure i could be a CEO and stuff.
also must:
go horseback riding.
go to iceland.
make a book of poetry. c'mon sam, let's get published!
not be poor forever.
this is when is start thinking: oh, right. also contributions to world peace and the Lord's kingdom. selfish.
woooaaaah motivation overdose. more cheetos.
