No se ve, pero siente que hay en mi algo que esta cambiando... doo do do doo doooo doooo.



Ah, the blank page.


I have loads of shit to do and I choose to stare at this blank page hoping for something witty to come to mind so that spontaneous readers of this blog will think me magnificient and exuding talent. And still, the page is relatively blank. I did a whole lot of nothing today and it felt great, but it's not much different from what I usually do. I set off to do some Yoga in my living room, but then I got bored, so I decided to try Pilates, but I put the book down because it's hard to do exercises for some reason when you're flipping through the pages of a Pilates book. Then, I turned on an exercise video and did some of that, but felt like I was wasting my time, so I decided to go for a jog outside. I walked into my bedroom to get my sports bra when I realized the disaster area that is my room. I cleaned up and started sorting clothes for laundry, ended up taking three loads (one-by-one) to the laundromat at my complex (ah! The joys of apartment living) and by the time I got back, my honey was here hungry and I realized yeah, I could eat too. We made tacos and drank Coke - probably the unhealthiest meal I've had in a while, but when you're broke and hungry and in a hurry, you gotta eat something, right?!

And here I am still staring at this blank page fully aware that no one will read this because it's shit and confident that I will not be delving into any existential explorations within the next few minutes it will take for me to complete this post.

I realize that this challenge isn't working for me. You can't make an antisocial person a socialite, you can't turn an introvert into an extrovert... sure, they can be challenged, can step out of their comfort zones, but we happen to like it here and everyone around us is an asshole idiot anyway, so what's the big deal if we don't want to interact with every other 22-year-old in the city? My new challenge is simply to write every day. I want to be a writer some day, so I've gotta start writing more than poems and school papers. Sure, most of what I say is going to be complete crap and I'll wish to have never said it and secretly go behind the blogging world and delete stupid rants, but I promise to not do that. What I write is set in stone. Deal?
Deal.