That being (not) said, what.the.deuce.
I’ll tell you what.
I used to blog. All the times. The blogs would pour from my fingers to the keys and into your eyeballs (what?). ALL THE BLOGS. And I am a better adjusted human being when I blog. And your life is a little happier because I tell you about the funny stories. ALL THE STORIES. Like how I was accidentally flirting (?) with my classmate except REALLY it only looked that way because REALLY I was embarrassed.
I’ve realized that all the not blogging I’ve done this semester is directly related to all the working out I have been doing. Which is a lot. Like for shizzle just giggles, I decided to try and do 10 miles a day last week. Done. And even though I got down to 8 minutes each for most of those miles (look, i’m a turtle and an 8 min miles is a HUGE accomplishment for me, even on the elliptical), it take a long time to work out that much. I love it and im not giving up because I made an impossible goal, I’m just saying,
I realized that my former blogging time (free time) has been stolen by working out.
(which, since I know 3.7 of you are wondering: i gained 1.5 lbs. ;) shannon says it must be muscle. which, i dunno, whatever. I’m fine with)
SO, now instead of writing out my thoughts and, in a sense, purging them that way, I keep em bottled up and kick em around in my head because it’s still a little less effort to tell my blog than to tell a friend (lame. true. lrue? trame? I dunno, wahtever :) .
So I think, for my sanity (and vocabulary, i guess, whatever) I need to discipline into blogging more. But it might not happen. I dunno. Whatever.
I CAN’T STOP. whatever.