Yesterday, while thrifting, I found a fantastic selection of men’s flannel (for myself).
Random Thoughts of the day:
1.) Xanga, I’m ready to take you back. Our 10 year break has been long enough and Facebook is full of creepy “scrollers” (myself included at times). I need some substance in my social media relationship. Sorry Facebook, I’m bored and I just can’t do it anymore. I promise, it’s not you……it’s me.
2.) When a large envelope arrives in the mail, do not assume it’s a grad school acceptance letter. (It might be information on your sister’s upcoming boob job)
3.) Harry Potter marathons always make everything better. I’m still an aspiring Slytherin version of Luna Lovegood, even if I am at an irrelevant age to stumble upon the real platform 9 3/4 and choose a window seat on the Hogwarts Express.
4.) It’s my final weekend before full fledged adulthood hits (aka I start training for a desk job) and I would rather stay home than trek up to CMU?
5.) If cinemas had day passes, I would use them more often. Paying almost $10 to see ONE movie isn’t worth it anymore. BUT if there was a daily rate so I could view more than one movie at a bargain price, I would consider it. A day at the movies, anyone?
6.) I do need to see this movie:
I have an old soul, scratch that, more accurately: I was meant for a different century and any time I get a chance to transcend time through cinema, I’ll take it.
7.) I may have googled “poetry readings in Grand Rapids” today. Apparently people only do this stuff in Wisconsin and Minnesota…… cool.
8.) If states end up successfully seceding from the Union, does that mean travel will be more expensive? Yes, that is my only concern.
9.) I’m still waiting for the “homeless” guy to turn up on my street corner. I have a whole packet of information regarding jobs and assistance programs he’ll find useful, or at the very least, use as fire kindling during this chilly pre-winter-ish weather.
10.) Someday, I will splurge on a ridiculously priced wine just to compare it with my favorite $8 Barefoot wine. I’m skeptical that an extra $40 will make a bottle of wine taste better.
11.) I received a lovely postcard from a dear friend yesterday. I really wonder what it would be like to live during a time when the only correspondence between people was through snail mail? It sounds too peaceful to ever comprehend in this day and age….
I used to tune into The New Girl simply to giggle at (and completely relate to) Zooey Deschanel’s congenial awkwardness, but lately it’s been to admire the loft style apartment she shares with her roommates.
When the wind ceases
one must lower the sails,
pick up the paddles,
and begin rowing.
I am in control of my own destiny.
Not a single person
nor cosmological power
can disparage my journey
or confine my destination.
The depths of my dreams
will not be chained.
Either by wind,
or by paddle
I will always move
My stubbornness has gotten me too far to ever give up. Thanks to those who taught me how to cast my sail, those who believe my paddles are just as strong as the wind, and those keeping me company on my long and crazy journey.
Looking to make a difference in the world?
And I’ve completely exhausted the words of Lana Del Rey for another night. I’m left with the silence of myself, or lack thereof. Why do I fail so terribly at sleep? Even when I let go of the world and wander into the fuzziness of my mind, the slightest disturbance shakes my dreams into reality. The wheels of my mind creak with the loudest enthusiasm, especially when I try to hush them.
So begins another sleepless battle of mind and body, how long until my mind surrenders?
I shall meander the deep depths and lost corners of the world wide web, or simply Pinterest the superficial rantings of the world. We all desire that wedding with endless amounts DYI details, and a mansion with hidden doorways to libraries reaching toward the heavens. We all dream of the worldly wardrobe fit for a queen and matching hair styles that would make Lady Gaga cringe with envy……
And tonight I shall fall asleep with big hair, obsessive amounts of mascara, and a missed opportunity because I feared traversing the city of Grand Rapids alone. Eventually, one day, I will conquer my fear.
Fear is a strange thing, it’s the bone that can’t be buried. No matter how creatively they’re hidden, fears and phobias find a way to creep back to the surface.
If I move to Europe at this very moment, my sleep schedule will fit perfectly with mainstream society.
I’ll sleep on it.
Some people decide to treat themselves to a new pair of designer shoes, that highly anticipated new album on I-tunes, or splurge on the newest technologically advanced gadget.
I ask myself out on date.
Some may say I’ve entered a whole new level of loneliness, I say I’ve found an invigorating mode of self-discovery. Why does society cringe upon introverted experiences? I certainly ask myself this question on a daily basis. I am my best friend. I enjoy delving inward and questioning myself.
Instead of bombarding my friends and family with random “Alissa thoughts” via Facebook and Twitter throughout the day, I’ve decided to condense them all into blog form. I’m going to use this blog as a way to document the daily happenings of my so-called “awkward transitional phase” from crazy college student to entry into the Professional world. I’m going to be honest, blunt, and record the most random thoughts that set off the synapses of my brain because these irrelevant little stories will someday be my little treasures of life. Writing provides a way to express yourself, something that is uniquely you outside of you; a piece of you that can be held, seen, and spoken apart from your own being. This is me leaving a piece of myself for people to relate to, criticize, empathize, and share.
After purchasing my ticket to Perks of Being a Wallflower, I broke down and treated myself to some overly priced popcorn and walked into an empty theater. I ended up sharing the movie theater with only three other viewers. I honestly felt a sense of ease knowing I still shared this experience with someone, despite the fact that they were strangers and sat three rows below me. Interesting how I’m so introverted, yet still need to find comfort by simply being around people, even strangers.
This was one of the many scenes that tugged at my heart strings. I will own this movie and watch it regularly, as in once every five years, just to reiterate why one should never settle for less than they deserve in love, a career, or life in general.
And so it begins, the documentation of the love I have for someone very special in my life: my love affair with me.