#9.7.2018

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[ignis-et-equi]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT BALLS.

My mom brought home some gluten free bread and the texture IS JUST LIKE A CROISSANT. I HAVEN'T HAD A CROISSANT IN 8 YEARS.

[a--simple--soul]

You know that moment when you think you are over someone, but then you remember a stupid thing they did when they were drunk and your foolish little heart fills with hope and you start to think "Well, but what if you really have a chance?". But then you remember they were drunk and people do stupid shit when they are drunk and you slowly start to come back to the real world, but the hope doesn't want to completely leave your body. So you just stay there, looking at the ceiling, listening to a song you almost forgot about and wondering why do you have to make everything seem so complicated.

[ignis-et-equi]

I woke up at, like, 1pm after falling back asleep after a failed movie date. (Fuck technical difficulties in long distance relationships.) I poked around online for a bit, but have mostly been working on my last assignment for the week, which is to create an activity using one of three teaching techniques. I chose Total Physical Response Storytelling (TPRS).

So, basically, I’ve spent several hours typing out a simplified version of the Three Little Pigs, underlining, bolding, and italicizing keywords, looking for clip art to use as visual aids, coming up with gestures to associate with words, etc. But I think I’m mostly done. I just have to fill in the blanks of the activity worksheet.

But for now, it is Pokemon Go time.

[alienspacess-blog]

9.7.2018

It is now about 11:18 at night. Some days I can not seem to fall asleep. The heart is such a fickle little bitch. I feel like i am being pulled in so many directions. My previous boyfriend, lets call him James. I know that there were the major aspects that did not work. Those kind of failures can not be fixed. However, the times that were good were so perfect. You could say the relationship was perfectly imperfect. I still have his shirt. I keep waiting for him to call. I know leaving was the right course of action. In my heart i know this fact. With all this knowledge it still does not change my empty bed and shattered soul. 

Another string I am being pulled to is Jay. He is a previous failed lovers best friend. It sucks because after so many times of sleeping with him i was not attached however once we started just hanging out something grew from that intimacy. Sometimes he would say the most lovely things. I still don’t know if he said those out of a need for his desire or just because at that time he was intoxicated enough to say what he meant. Either way i had to finally break if off. I could no longer stand being the kind of person that relationship turned me into. Just the type of person you build so high in your head that their downfalls even become endearing. 

As all people do in dark times I lean on a friend, Ron. He is slightly younger than me but his life has been filled with such turmoil that I swear he should be recognized as like 45. He was a drug abuser and is now in recovery which I hold him in the highest light for being able to drop such a nasty habit. However, in my time of needing to fill a void I am now sleeping with him. Although I find him highly attractive I don’t look at him in a romantic light. He is just so different from me. Nothing in common other than a few television shows and a desire for another next to you late at night. I am just so tired of complications. 

[prosy-days]

July 9, 2018 - Day 20

All finished with Neptune!

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365/100: Hundstage

365/84: Der Admiral vom Augartenspitz