Theraflu

Hey Peeps,
Yours truly is filled with so much theraflu it's ridiculous. The stuff tastes absolutely noxious I don't care if the box says it tastes like honey and lemon, they're damn liars. It tastes like disgusting and gross mated and had a lovechild named theraflu that's how it tastes. However, it works wonders on abating coughing during the night so alas I resign myself to the stuff. If you couldn't tell, I am once again sick. My immune system has once again failed me. I don't even know why I get all surprised I'm sick anymore. So yeah, I suppose that's it, sorry for y'all having to read about me gripe, that's just how it is at the moment.

Ive been holding my toothpaste tube for the last five mins thinking it was my phone. my phones still in the bathroom. its too damn early to function.

1+1=3?

Hey peeps,
Lately one of my dear friends has been having some problems with her roommate Lexi. Whilst I don't know the entirety of everything, the gist of it is that Lexi has been blowing off her friends to spend all of her time with her boyfriend. This has been an ongoing problem, most distressing to my friend because she really likes her roommate and wants to be a good friend to Lexi. Today I got a text saying that Lexi apparently told my friend that the reason she doesn't want to hang out with her or her friends anymore is because Lexi and her boyfriend are soul mates and that she only feels good with him. That she doesn't feel happy with her friends.

Not only do I find this wholey dysfunctional, it's downright terrifying. If soul mates means that you have to lose yourself in the process, that you alienate your friends in favor of one person's company all the time, then count me out. I don't think I'll ever understand why people automatically assume that soul mate means just one. That you can only have one soul mate. Where in that word does it say, exclusive, one, nowhere. If you google soul mate, you'll come up with 8,950,000 sites that deal with soul mates. How to find one, how you know when it's the One. If you type in what is the definition of a soul mate you'll come up with 247,000 entries, but not one solid explanation. The concept of soul mates is so vastly argued, that how can anyone be sure that the definition they think of is the right one?

Personally I think I have decidely more than one soul mate. I'd even argue the case that I believe the aforementioned friend is one of my soul mates. I'll never understand why we as humans want to limit ourselves in everything even remotely related to love. One True Love (what in the hell does that even mean?), one spouse, one boyfriend, one girlfriend, one this, one that, one soul mate. It's all very tiresome. Why can't there be endless possibilities? Endless soul mates. Endless ways to love.

I suppose, I just wasn't meant to fit into a cookie cutter view of what, who, and how I should love. Large sigh.

If wishes were horses....

Peeps,
There are moments that you absolutely dread. You wake up to the alarm blaring and you realize that reality has just jabbed through your sleep to grab you. Waking up this morning was absolutely the last thing I wanted to do. Waking up meant that my sweetie had to get on a greyhound back to my beloved city. Humboldt was almost enjoyable when he was here, a very rare thing indeed. The more selfish parts of my brain were telling me to set the alarm back a few hours, but I steeled myself to wake up. It was touch and go there for a few minutes though. It didn't help that my sweetie was warm and awfully cozy. Nothing has ever been more tempting. But he had responsibilities to get back to, also a couple of rabbits that were probably wondering what in the hell happened to dad, as did I. Also I have a roomie that probably wants to actually sleep in her own bed, she was trooper this weekend though. It was totally my sweetie's fault that he missed not one, but two, greyhounds. So, if you happen to hear different, totally his fault, remember that.
Oh if wishes were horses....I'd most certainly ride

Silently

Hey Peeps,
I've got intense midterms this week so this won't be a long blog. (as I'm sure you can tell with you, you know, having eyes and all) I just wanted to post this quote from a site I frequent often, I'm ashamed to say, called Dear Old Love. It's a site about unrequited or requited for that matter, love that has either gone sour or wistful, depending on the person. I know, I know, the utter girl in me just rears her overtly fluffy head now and then. This is one of those times. So here goes.

Maybe Twelve
For the past several years, I have loved you with no encouragement, not an ounce of hope. I can't keep doing this forever. Another nine or ten years, tops.

There is something deeply poignant about this, something that I fear will one day easily describe me. Though that's neither here nor there. I suppose this blog is for those who love wholeheartedly, if silently.