Sunday, November 17, 2013
The more things change, the more they stay the same?
But what really brings me back here is my "destash my life" tag.
I'm living in a place with my boyfriend now, and it is absolutely unbelievable the amount of stuff I've gotten rid of, acquired, and gotten rid of again in the last two years because of it. I severely cut down my wardrobe, slowly built it back up, then go through periodic culls again. I'm sort of losing my mind over the amount of "stuff" we have. I want our place to be fun and have lots of personality, but it's a thin line between that and looking like a tornado hit an Applebee's. After visiting a much cleaner and neater friend, I've been spending so much time cleaning and organizing and donating and re-evaluating. I spent the entire day in my bedroom today, addressing organizational problems that have plagued me since we moved in this past February, making tough decisions like "do I need 5 short sleeved black shirts?" and, hardest of all, working on letting go of things I have sentimental attachment to. I think I could be a hoarder, really, I just happen fortunately to really like watching hoarding shows that inspire me to check myself.
So, without further wait, here's the list of everything I got rid of today:
Cleaned out the fridge and got rid of some spoiled food and something we were never going to drink
A sweater I don’t wear
3 tanks that don’t flatter
Mascara I was given years ago
A long sleeve shirt that was never “me”
A t-shirt I’ve always been ambivalent about
a polo shirt
5 more shirts
A pair of pj pants
A coat I like and is sentimental, but is easily duplicated by a coat I like more
10 pairs of tights/pantyhose (wtf, self)
A bunch of little knitted pieces to a project that’ll never come to fruition
Boyfriend’s tie he doesn’t like
Cargo shorts
Socks with a hole in them
Some underwear I hate even if BF likes it :P
2 boxes of glow in the dark stars that don’t glow in the dark
A mateless trouser sock
A envelope with a few ticket stubs and college mementos
A pack of novelty snowman tissues
A stuffed clownfish I knit
A makeup brush
The umpteenth black shirt I own
A knitted sweater that fits terribly and isn’t worth reclaiming the yarn from
2 commercial sweaters that’re just okay
A scarf I knit years ago
A shell that always falls off the hanger and off me
A long sleeve shirt
Mittens that are much too big
A really misguided gift shirt from my MIL
A box I made when I was 8 or something
An old uniform shirt
A bag I sewed a while ago that looks cool but needs repairs I’ll never get around to
Some mementos from high school. I’m 27.
A picture frame
A hoodie I like but I never wear hoodies and I have another that fits better
2 skirts I can let go of. I have so many skirts… and I wear the same ones all the time.
Several pairs of knitted socks my dog ate and I will never salvage
3 pairs of knitted socks I’ll just never wear
GOOD GODDAMN.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Damn, I'm good.
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Miss Representation
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
Things I Ate In Boston
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
This isn't as fun as I thought.
Turns out, full time job, full time school, and an internship all at once kind of blow. Things are getting put off that shouldn't, and I'm putting myself at the bottom of my priorities. I've gained a lot of weight, which I'm trying to starve off, since its not like I have time for food anyways. Overall my mood has been lower since September. I get mad at myself for not getting things done, yet its hard to work up the motivation to get started despite that. I have no energy, though I can't sleep.
So overall, I'm doing pretty good.
Being able to knit with your eyes closed is a good skill for when you don't have any energy left but feel guilty (because whether its caused by your workplace, your schoolwork, or your eating habits, you always feel guilty) just doing absolutely nothing.
The least helpful thing anyone has said to me during all this has been "you need a vacation." And if I was allowed to take one that'd be great. But for now, all I can do is just keep slogging through. Eventually, it has to get better, right?
Monday, September 12, 2011
That about sums it up.
Jenna: I'm a little bit high strung.
Professor: I can tell.
It's already been that kind of semester. I've gained 5 pounds, I have no free time, I'm a loss for what I should be doing and when. Sounds like September.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Let the stealth blogging begin.
7 minutes away from the first class of this year and I'm already checked out.
So far its really nice to see the other part timers and connect with them again. It's hard to feel like you're part of something when you're not full time, where you don't have that shared connection as strongly.
Professor just came in; so far I like him. I have a good feeling.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
What next?
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Couch to 5k. Literally.
I once made it through a third of Day One of Couch to 5k. As in, I was taking a walk, ran for a minute, then only ever walked the rest of the time. And never ran again.
I was running at the gym for a while. But running at a good clip for a half hour on the treadmill apparently only = running one block and then wanting to die when out of the gym. So fuck it. I take a long walk once a week.
I had signed up to do an AIDS walk/run this weekend. I was walking, because, obviously, 5k of running would be embarrassing and bad. So yesterday morning, I made my journey south, to a great little beach town. I got there and registered and got to hang around for an hour. Which would have been more fun if I hadn’t come an hour early, hadn’t been alone, and there had been a single heterosexual man under 40 there. But I killed time by knitting by the beach and joining a fun impromptu yoga group.
Then it was time to start. They had us all line up to start, and runners and walkers were all lining up at the same spot, doing the same course, starting at the same time. I was fully planning to walk this, because I have the lung function of my 78 year old recently finished with radiation for lung cancer grandmother.
Then everyone took off running.
Well shit.
I figure, ok, I’ll run up to the ramp (like 30 feet away) with the pack and then walk. And I was happy and people were cheering me on and I had my ipod on (playing BILLY JOEL) and I was pumped. So I kept pushing.
I RAN THE WHOLE FUCKING THING.
Now, as I said, this was NOT the plan. Which means that I ran 5k in skinny jeans and ballet flats. On an empty stomach. After having french fries for dinner the night before. And no training. Ever. My time was 33:20.
I realize this was very, very stupid. But IT FELT SO GOOD.
Well, mostly. It also felt like my shoulder was covered in my own spit as I tried to dispose of excess mucus while still running, and like nap time could be awesome right now. And like running on sand is a whole new level of horrible.
But it also felt like I was a fucking god. People cheered me on. I passed other runners. Someone complimented my hair. A child handed me water. When I would let myself have a walking break I was back into a jog in a minute. Because I was fucking PUMPED.
There is no way in hell I could have built up to this. I had to just be in the moment and make it happen. I’m either all in or not involved. There couldn’t have been a little light jogging and then a long walk. Go big or go home, that’s how I have to do everything. And if my body was in the mode to run with it (heh), well, I was happy to oblige.
Surprisingly, I don’t want to die today. I whimper a little when I stand up, but it’s gotten better throughout the day.
And obviously, I immediately bought running shoes.
Let’s get it on.
Monday, April 18, 2011
oh god new best smoothie ever
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Going veg again
Monday, April 11, 2011
It's almost comical now.
half a banana
2 scoops thin mint ice cream
half bar german milk chocolate
big splash rice milk
splash whipped cream vodka
2 ice cubes
blend.
hate grad school so much less.
Saturday, April 09, 2011
Continued adventures with a blender
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Blocked.
Heart wants me to create.
Body wants me to move.
Brain wants me to work.
Mind doesn't want me to do a goddamn thing.
Things are hard right now. Too many changes all at once. Despite my assertion that I'd be ok, that's a lot to ask with the sheer amount I have to do right now. The school assignment list is daunting enough on its own. Of course, when there's that much to do, nothing happens. I know what I need to do. And I know what I'd like to do. But lately, there's too much of a disconnect between that and what really happens.
Which scares me.
It'll come together. It always does. It's just hard as hell being stuck in this cycle until it does.