I Am All Kinds of Random

Today I celebrated an important part of adulthood I like to call Getting Excited About Cleaning Supplies. I bought a Scrubbing Bubbles Automatic Shower Cleaner AND a Swiffer WetJet today. Both on Sale. With coupons. And dudes, my Swiffer is RED. Heck yes. Plus the shower cleaner came with batteries even though it said it didn't. (Which is good, y'all, because I didn't think to buy batteries and I have not actually cleaned my shower the entire 7 months I've lived here. Until today. Cue gagging sounds.) And both of these products came with coupons for cleaning products, so next week I can finally clean my toilet! (Just kidding. I do that every couple of weeks. Err...and maybe actually tonight.)

This post was not intended to inform you all how nasty I am, but I guess two birds with one stone?

Am I the only person who experiences anxiety shopping in a store I'm not familiar with? I am loving living near a Target, but I will love it more when I have memorized the layout. My thoughts in no way resemble those of a rational person, but I'm all like People are watching me! I spend too much time looking at my list! I am so being judged for turning around in the middle of the aisle!

I need therapy. Oh, wait...

Block

I've got partially written posts sitting around as drafts. I've got a million and one ideas. But for whatever reason, I can't seem to actually write something and FINISH it. Writer's block? Emotional block?

I've been reading all of your blogs, commenting on some. I'm trying to think of all the things I want to do for me. Things that I had pushed aside or planned to just not do because I was making compromises for love. It's actually kind of hard to remember some of them. And I've changed, so a lot of things aren't even the same. I guess I'm rediscovering myself.

It's weird.

I think I've moved into the next stage of grief. Which happens to be Revenge. I'm not actually going to do anything...but a girl can dream, right? The problem here is that I don't think I've actually left the other two stages (Sad and Angry) yet, so I've got that pleasant emotional roller coaster thing going on. It's like junior high but instead of coming down from a crush I'm coming down from an engagement and by this point in my life I've made plans for my life that could actually happen instead of dreaming about how someday I'll be tall.

(Don't judge. Sometimes even an English major needs a break from the rules of grammar.)

Posts about stuff I actually did (vs my ramblings) coming soon. Not going to promise they'll be coherent, though.

P.S. Yes, I am still pouting about the superbowl. I heart my colts. *Tear.*

Men Who Have Never Broken My Heart

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Almost enough to make being around a dead body worth it.

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I'm sick...cough, cough...

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Oh, don't judge. He's my age; I looked it up. But every time I see him smile on Glee my heart flip-flops like I'm in jr. high again.