so a couple weeks ago, i hit my six month mark. it passed without much fanfare. this was mostly due to the fact that it should have happened February 30. only that's not a thing. so i lost my six-month mark on a fluke of a month.
thanks for nothing, february.
but this is okay. because it's been in the back of my mind since then and i've just been thinking. thinking about how six months is half a year--how the way you say it makes it seem equal parts big and small, impressive or kinda whatever. but either way i'm so pumped up. my mind is always running and i think i've contracted ADHD from all the excitement because i cannot settle down.
so what have i been thinking about?
i want to go to croatia and the dalmatia coast. it's complicated to get there, and i'm still working things out. but i think i will. mostly because...why not?
i love shailene woodley. and i know i've already said that and i'm starting to sound obsessed (because i am), but i just love her irrepressible idea on human connection. in this awesome article she said "we've got a set amount of time in our lives. you might as well make every conversation count. that's what's with the hugs. it's kind of like 'hey you're real, i'm real. let's connect.'" All this means...we should be friends.
why is lipstick $25? seriously? what's in it that could possibly make that justifiable? these are the questions that keep me up at night.
turns out, "i believe in a thing called love" is the best song to karaoke to. if karaoke is a verb.
this book. it is seriously me/my life/awesome sauce.
i think i want to rent a house in the hamptons for my birthday weekend. just because.
there is a bowling alley that also functions as a dance club. i want to go to there.
the other night, i went on a dessert haunt with friends where we stopped at not one, not two, but three dessert places to stuff our faces with deliciousness. There were cupcakes filled with cookie dough, cookies the size of my face, and ice cream playing off a Jurassic Park pun. because i live in the greatest city in the world that just understands what i need in life.
can i got see a yankees game? and maybe the knicks? or nets? or just all that ra-ra sort of stuff?
this summer i want to go to boston. dc. chicago. philly. canada. maybe maine. or florida. i just want to "go" a lot.
also, pacific rim is still the greatest. i could talk about it for days, but most people just don't get it. which is fine (#respect) except....i could talk about it for days.
sometimes i have the sense of humor of a four-year-old boy. like when someone asks "would you rather...fart popcorn or have taste buds in your butt" and i nearly die laughing. literally. because i couldn't breathe and i was crying and i gave myself a headache from laughing so hard. because, hello. i'm only human.