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I had this really great post written up, and then I touched the side of my magic mouse accidentally and the page swiped back to the previous page. Thanks, Apple and Chrome because I totally wanted to re-write this blog post. The first one I had written was probably nobel-prize winning literature.
First, let me say that it annoys me when bloggers write posts informing people they’re going to be gone or when they write an apologetic post about how they’re sorry they haven’t been around. It’s narcissistic to think anybody actually cares that much to notice you’re gone, especially considering most people read tons of feeds and probably have no clue you’ve been gone until they read that post and then realize you’re probably a narcissist, which, I guess you kind of have to be to write a blog and assume anybody wants to read it. This is not one of those posts. I’m writing this so I can work through the anxiety of all the stuff happening right now.
I’m sitting at my desk, looking at my calendar, and freaking out. Between work, school, family, freelance, my long-distance relationship, and this being the general time of year when things start to get busier, I’m totally boned. Every minute of my time is spoken for, and I’ve even started putting meal times and times to take the dog out on my calendar or else I would starve and Barney would be rolling in a pile of his filth. I’m pretty sure he would be happy with that, but I can assure you that I would not be.
I’ve also not found a place to live in December. So I still have no clue when I need to move out since it’s all based on when my roommates actual roommate wants/needs to move back in. For all I know, that could be tomorrow. It wouldn’t be as big of a deal if I didn’t have my dog, but since I live in a college town, nowhere allows animals, which is a great rule to have when you consider the knee-jerk decisions that young adults make (case in point: getting my dog), but it’s a sucky rule when you’re a responsible adult who just wants a reasonably priced place for herself and her dog to live. Fortunately, I have a friend who’s offered to let me live in his basement if I can’t find anywhere else to live, but that’s not ideal. Also, I have no furniture, so if I do find a place to live, it’s going to be all milk crates and cardboard boxes. Remember the time I’m almost 30?
Oh, and fun fact: Christmas is about 2 months away (sorry, please don’t throw anything at me). I have no money (see above), so I’ll be making my gifts this year. But I also have no time (see above) to make gifts. I have an idea and I hope that I have time to do it and that it works out. But everybody is getting the same fucking thing for Christmas, so nobody post it on social media and ruin it for anybody else.
I’m already going crazy from not having any time dedicated to myself, and I’m beginning to realize that is why I love and miss running so much. Going to the gym is not a by-myself activity. Too many douchebags around shaking their blender bottles, watching their pecs dance in the mirror, grunting, and generally not doing anything actually gym-related, other than a few horribly postured reps with way too much weight every once in a while. I have a massive list of projects that I want to do for myself, and I haven’t been able to do any of them. So I’m going a bit stir crazy.
Anyway, if you do in fact read my blog, twitter, facebook, etc. every day — Hello, and thank you (this mainly applies to close friends and family anyway). I’m going to be gone for a bit, so don’t worry if you don’t see any updates from me, don’t panic and start calling and leaving umpteen voicemails because I won’t check those anyway. I’ll be back soon.
I hope. Things need to calm down or I might lose my hair.
And not from coloring it every month.
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Hi there. I'm Calee (pronounced CAL-e). If that's too hard, just call me Cal. Also known as chimes or the chimes. I'm 28ish, a designer, a runner, a self-proclaimed fitness queen, a craftster, a foodie, a music snob — some might call me a hipster. Here's the unabridged version.
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