life

Myself.

While walking down the street this morning, I felt more like myself than I have in ages. I can’t pinpoint why exactly.┬áMaybe it’s because I sleep at night again. Maybe it’s because I had just gone to yoga. Maybe it’s because I like my job. Maybe it’s because I love my apartment. Maybe it’s because I’m seeing my friends regularly. Maybe it’s because I got to see my family a few weeks ago. Maybe it’s because the crazy business of the past month is finally over. Maybe it’s because I had coffee in my hand. Maybe it’s because I had just planned out what I’m cooking for the week. Maybe it’s because I was playing Pokemon Go. Maybe it’s because I have nothing in particular to do today.

Whatever has brought about this feeling, here’s hoping that it continues.

Standard
life

I need to write more.

Writing for the sake of writing always falls to the wayside in my life. I take a photo every day, I regularly post things on social media, I write for work, but I almost never sit down at my computer to just tap out words. Tonight is a fluke, and it’s going to be a short one at that, since I’ve still got some laundry to finish and more desk cleaning to do.

But my life’s about to change*, so maybe, just maybe, it’ll lead to some writing inspiration.

More to come.

*It’s so nice when you can see the change coming.

Standard
life

Fiction.

I’ve been binging on the Lizzie Bennet Diaries (so behind on the times, I know), and it made me realize that I probably base many of my life decisions on works of fiction that I enjoyed/hope to emulate. This is likely not a good thing, but it is true nonetheless.

Also.

I just can’t.

Standard
life

Accurate.

Your time estimate was optimistic at best.

— friend Manuel, accurately summing up me as a person. As I told friend Amy recently, I’m only (mostly) on time to two things: work and movies.

Sorry, friends. I promise I don’t do it on purpose.

Standard
life, quotes, technology

Realization.

“yesterday, when my phone died at the baseball game, I realized I couldn’t tweet or take pictures or share my experience with the rest of the world.
all I could do was experience.
and let me tell you, it was glorious.
well. in a cold, damp kind of way.”

— Me in a gchat conversation with Mike

Standard
life

My ankle hurts.

Today, I ate it in front of the postal museum on Massachusetts Avenue. I was walking along to a happy hour with coworkers when next thing I know, gravity had won and I was on my way down. Surprisingly, no one laughed. I sat on the ground for a while. A few concerned strangers stopped to ask if I was OK.

That was more than six hours ago. My ankle is swollen and hurts like a bitch.

Continue reading

Standard
life, random, technology

Privacy or something like it.

Months ago, I got into a discussion about what privacy means and how (according to this person, anyway), my generation doesn’t value it. We’re all too forthcoming with our lives. We share everything and we’re not paranoid enough.

The point was, he thinks that we’re all going to regret it someday. Don’t we want our lives to be only our own? Don’t we want others to just butt out?

Continue reading

Standard