March.

 

Spring starts next week! I know that means lots of rain and gross weather here, but the prospect of lolling around on the grass in the near future is difficult to not get excited about.

Mostly everyone who knows me has been unfortunately overexposed to my current obsession.

 

Just one more movie to go in order for me to move on!

Hungover.

 

I don’t think I’m that great at partying in the sense that I could count on one hand the times I’ve partied till the break of dawn. I often think I’m missing out on something, and you know how it goes when you convince yourself you are; at least with me, I start fearing I’ll die bitter and full of regrets.

You is who you is though. I get sleepy at 3am. Big whoop.

Yesterday I was very drunk, the police showed up and most of us skipped past the traffic lights fearing nothing but the end of that darn road.

Serious times,

 

Where has all the music gone?

I don’t really mind the not listening, I just mind the not liking any of it.

Traveling.

 

Italy was beautiful, maybe even magical, but not in as of itself. It was all good times and good vibes, good food and great views. I want to see more, go elsewhere and breathe all that air out there. Growing my roots is still a bit of a chore.

I really love ice skating. It’s a shame I stopped skating and biking and being sporty in general during my teens. A bit of balance and grace, yes, even on the rugged patches of a frozen lake, would make falling on my butt feel most natural.