waking up, eyes opening
Sleep is something I have trouble making time for sometimes. About once a week or so, if I am lucky, I allow myself to sleep about 8-10 hours, which usually helps me catch up on my sleep debt. It feels good, but tends to leave me feeling kinda strange. I stayed up really late last night because I wanted to see the Pixies on Letterman, but I managed to conk out during the commerical break just before their performance. I woke on the couch shortly after and put myself to bed. I woke again around 7:30 but turned on NPR which is great for soothing me back into slumber. I woke at 9:30 feeling quite groovy.
I went for coffee and brought some reading homework. It is a chapter on Jungian theory. On Friday I will need to apply it in a practice therapy session with a classmate. I love that this quarter is actually quite light on the reading and heavier on experience and process. This is more my learning style. I am feeling kinda relaxed for once (as a student) and I think this will aid in my absorption of the material. At least, that's a theory I have.
I went shopping for clothes this afternoon. I shouldn't really be spending so much money, but lately I've really hating trying to get dressed in the morning as all my clothes annoy me. I keep fluctuating in style preference, like on a continuum of fashion and self-expression (each on opposing ends, mind you!) For years, I've worn just a lot of black, not necessarily in the current style, but in what others called a timeless, or classic way. These days, I am trying to incorporate more color, soft colors - and texture, soft, fluffy, thin layers. I am also more drawn to vintage styles, pretty yet sexyish. Anyway, I managed to get a few things along these lines this afternoon, but also had to get some more casual type stuff to wear to work on those days when I can't spend more than two minutes thinking about what to wear- just put it on. Anyway, I also got some cute 9 West athletic type shoes. They were about $15 used, yet they're brand new looking, and I like that they're slender, not bulky. I know this has got to be so interesting to read.
There goes Alpha walking past my window with Clayton. She lives next door. We lived in the same building until I moved next door. We worked at the same coffee shop until she quit to bartend at Linda's. She and Clayton just got engaged. I am so happy to hear of these things, really, but I need to pay attention to the nagging sense I get when I do hear of them. Part of me years for that, that couple-dom - then a part of me absolutely dreads it, I mean DREADS it. Does that little part of me yearn for it because it's socially ingrained in me to want that? Somewhere deep inside, I think a part of me is damn curious to know if any man would actually love me enough to want to spend the rest of his life with me. I am quite curious, actually. But I am more afraid to consider the possibility that this isn't going to happen. Will I morph into a "quirky-alone" type? Do I frighten people away, and if so, do I do it on purpose, or unintentionally?
Time for a shower.
I do wish I could figure out how to upload pics to this darned thing.
I went for coffee and brought some reading homework. It is a chapter on Jungian theory. On Friday I will need to apply it in a practice therapy session with a classmate. I love that this quarter is actually quite light on the reading and heavier on experience and process. This is more my learning style. I am feeling kinda relaxed for once (as a student) and I think this will aid in my absorption of the material. At least, that's a theory I have.
I went shopping for clothes this afternoon. I shouldn't really be spending so much money, but lately I've really hating trying to get dressed in the morning as all my clothes annoy me. I keep fluctuating in style preference, like on a continuum of fashion and self-expression (each on opposing ends, mind you!) For years, I've worn just a lot of black, not necessarily in the current style, but in what others called a timeless, or classic way. These days, I am trying to incorporate more color, soft colors - and texture, soft, fluffy, thin layers. I am also more drawn to vintage styles, pretty yet sexyish. Anyway, I managed to get a few things along these lines this afternoon, but also had to get some more casual type stuff to wear to work on those days when I can't spend more than two minutes thinking about what to wear- just put it on. Anyway, I also got some cute 9 West athletic type shoes. They were about $15 used, yet they're brand new looking, and I like that they're slender, not bulky. I know this has got to be so interesting to read.
There goes Alpha walking past my window with Clayton. She lives next door. We lived in the same building until I moved next door. We worked at the same coffee shop until she quit to bartend at Linda's. She and Clayton just got engaged. I am so happy to hear of these things, really, but I need to pay attention to the nagging sense I get when I do hear of them. Part of me years for that, that couple-dom - then a part of me absolutely dreads it, I mean DREADS it. Does that little part of me yearn for it because it's socially ingrained in me to want that? Somewhere deep inside, I think a part of me is damn curious to know if any man would actually love me enough to want to spend the rest of his life with me. I am quite curious, actually. But I am more afraid to consider the possibility that this isn't going to happen. Will I morph into a "quirky-alone" type? Do I frighten people away, and if so, do I do it on purpose, or unintentionally?
Time for a shower.
I do wish I could figure out how to upload pics to this darned thing.
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