Twenty eleven

New year, new look! I think it's rather fitting. Plus, green has ultimately claimed the prestigious title of "MOST OFTEN FAVORITE COLOR OF THE YEAR." Congratulations, green!

A year in words

Rode a bike at midnight, cold air on my face and numb legs that never stopped, an endless cycle of thoughts and breath, thoughts and breath. Made friends, lost friends, built bridges, and got the fuck over him. Drank the night away only to spend mornings in agony. Next night same story. Felt the warmth of the truest hug and gave one in return. Said I love you and meant it. Laughed with friends and cried alone. Said I love you and didn't. Ended a journey and began another in an instant. Held hands at a beach and watched the sun rise from behind. Took a chance and finally won. Moved to a new city to start over fresh. Met different perspectives, went on a handsome date, realized what was important, and cried through decisions. Dropped the security net and quit. Drove six hours straight to another city only to find hidden fears consuming every fiber of the being. Leaned on a shoulder, found a passion, pursued an endeavor. Reinvigorated dreams and combined hearts to grow stronger. Physically alone but spiritually connected with just thoughts and breath, thoughts and breath.

Don't be a square

I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.

To me, the best thing about a guy is confidence on the dance floor. It doesn't even matter if he knows how to dance or not. Although guys who DO know how to dance are undeniably sexy. But that's beside the point. The point is, confidence on the dance floor is more important than confidence, say, on a first date. Anyway, I just wanted to share that.

and this.

Square three

What happened to squares one and two?

I had a dream the other night where I was frantically describing another dream to someone. Can that be considered a dream within a dream? Have I been incepted?

Incepted is underlined as a misspelled word. Options for correction:

1. inception
2. interception
3. accepted
4. incensed

The weather outside is frightful, but I love it anyway because it's the holidays. Who cares about rain when my weekend starts Thursday night, when Christmas is Saturday, when I get to hang out with my sister and drink midnight espresso and watch Toy Story or Mulan after my nephew and niece respectively tear apart their presents. I don't. I don't mind the rain at all.