I've been trying to think positive these last couple weeks, but this week has sucked so far and it's only Tuesday. My final exams are starting to suffocate me, and I am in need of another Salzburg to remind me how good normality can be. My days are just a cold and gray blur of baking. In the morning the happy thoughts don't come easily and I keep resorting to memories of a fountain in Berlin. That was an amazing three days.
Do you ever wonder who you are? Like, if someone was to ask you "who are you," and not mean your name, what would you tell them? I hate this question. I was watching a tv show, or maybe a movie, where a woman my age was applying for something and was asked this question and walked out of the interview because she wasn't able to give an answer. Sometimes on my walks that question comes to mind ,and every time it does I have to fight to change the record. How can you even begin to answer something like that? When I start to think about who I am I get overwhelmed by contradictions. Which could be my answer, I am a contradiction, but I think that would be way to simple. When I think about who I am as a person I get easily frustrated. There is a huge gap between who I am, who I think I am and who I want to be. I just think it would be cool to have a solid answer, but I don't, and so I guess if I were ever asked my answer would be, "not too sure yet."
This is where your mind goes when you spend too much time in a small, yet colorful, apartment.
I made hamburgers for dinner and had a banana split for dessert.
Tonight's highlight was almost not posted due to it's level of truth, so enjoy:
"This was not my moment to be seeking romance and (as day follows night) to further complicate my already knotty life. This was my moment to look for the kind of healing and peace that can only come from solitude."
Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert
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2 comments:
Awesome skulls
Those skulls are f*cking rad, dude!! Marzipan, right?
I think there was an error when I tried to post my Guido comment -- losing Guido and my grandpa Ray was truly the end of an era -- the three of us were very lucky to have such great grandpas. It always amazed me that my grandpa was in the world boxing hall of fame but it was my grandma who had to go up on the roof to fix a leak because (unlike Guido), my grandpa couldn't fix ANYTHING!! But he was the kindest person I knew who could kick some serious ass even up until a few years before he died!! Our grandpas were very special -- we were so lucky.
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