I am not in my life

Have you ever felt like you weren’t in your life?

Like, you were a kind of cloudwalking, nowhere spirit of sorts?

No, I have not been smoking pot. And I am not tripping.

I dunno…I’ve just been feeling kinda weird lately. I’ve been feeling really unmotivated about some things and waaaaay motivated about others. I’ve been totally slacking in some areas while I’ve really gotten into things that are completely new to me.

Example: it’s taking me days and days to get through doing a few loads of laundry. I have had piles of clothes on the floor, separated into colds and darks, all week. Dry towels have been sitting in the dryer for about two days now. I just can’t seem to get my butt off the couch and go fold the towels and put another load of laundry on.

What I have been able to do, however, is sit in front of the TV and watch about 20 episodes of Rachel Ray’s 30-Minute Meals on my TiVo. I haven’t actually made anything yet, but I am getting a lot of great ideas, seriously.

I have also found myself obsessed with becoming one of those people who have actually gotten a designer handbag, iPod Photo, Nintendo DS, $450 cash, or iPod Shuffle for free. So far, I can’t seem to convince enough of my friends that the deals are legit, or that it really is that easy.

Wish me luck.

Better yet, follow one of the links above and sign up. Please!

I’ve also been pretty emotional this week. I don’t know if it’s hormones or what. It is that time of the month, or that time of the three months for me, since I do that three-month cycle thing with my bc pills. Earlier this week, I was feeling really unloved and unimportant. I think my moodiness ran Guy off…he decided to head home tonight by himself to hang out with some old friends. I can’t blame him, I guess.

So back to this cloudwalking thing…I guess I just kinda feel like I have not been completely present lately. Does that make sense? Like I am on a permanent space-out.

I have managed to workout three times in the past week, which is great for me. I have that half marathon in April, and I also want to fit into my clothes again. I refuse to buy fat clothes…I refuse!

Mmmm…Rachel is making some yummy-looking apricot chicken. I should look up that recipe and put it on my list of things to cook.

Maybe later.

So why are boys so weird? I mean, I think that no matter how incredibly "normal" a boy might seem, they inevitably reveal that they are weird weird weird at some point. Hopefully, if you are romantically involved with the boy, it’s the kind of weird you can live with.

I’m sure boys think girls are weird too. Heck, I’m weird and proud of it. Just call me Weird Cloudwalker.

Heh….

Yeah, I’m a little delirious, as usual. Why is it that I only decide to update my blog when I am really sleepy and should be in bed? Dear blog reader, I promise…I am not always this loopy and strange. It’s just that it is hard to be coherent when Rachel is distracting me with individual no-bake strawberry cheesecakes and my eyelids are starting to droop heavily.

I’ll end with this piece of exciting news…my Treo 650 will arrive on Tuesday! Hip-hip…hooray!