tom tom.

GPS....it will be the death of me one day. i just know it.

tom tom and i are not friends. i miss kim...i can't believe i'm saying this. she was my magellan GPS and she was much more reliable...even though i wanted to throw her in a cow patty several times. we had a love-hate relationship.

the other day i somehow remembered that person that got trampled on black friday a couple years ago...what a way to die...death of shopping. geeze.

i've been slacking on this blog thing. in fact...i haven't felt all that motivated lately. maybe it's because the only time i'm ever on the computer is when i'm at my house...which is hardly ever now. and when i'm here, i want to sleep...just like i do now.

and i will sleep...in a sec..

there was a lot i wanted to say and now my mind is drawing a blank. ugh.

tomorrow i'm going to explore more of new england, visiting ME and NH. i am ridiculously excited...yay road trips.

and it's my favorite day of the week...yes...you know what this means. i will be swing dancing my heart out :)

frustration.

so.

for those of you who don't know...i'm just about the most indecisive girl you'll ever meet. decisions are not my forte. in fact...i try to avoid them. like it's so bad that at restaurants that i have to just force myself pick something, unless i've already been there and know what's good.

so i'm listening to jonas brothers right now....and i don't hate it. haha...embarassing.

i feel like i'm at this crazy point in my life where i need to make some decisions fairly soon, otherwise...i'll be at this place of uncertainty forever. and as much fun as that is...ha not worth it.

i just don't know what to do. i love Boston...don't get me wrong. i do. and i have finally found a church in which i feel like i belong to, which i've never felt this way in my life! i've also re-discovered my love for swing dancing, which has been truly wonderful. i cannot tell you how happy it makes me. plus...there's nothing like walking around Boston when the weather is nice, people are out and about, things going on left and right...

the inspiration is endless.

the down side is that i'm not doing what i moved up here to do...which is further excel my career as a hair stylist. obviously the first salon i got a job at was not right for me, so i'm working at a restaurant now...which is fine, it's paying the bills. the benefits are nice too....but it's not a career and not what i will be doing for the rest of my life. that's for sure.

but AR will always be my home...i know that i can always come back to it if i want to. my heart is still there, that's for sure.

i know that if i knew the world was ending tomorrow...the first thing i'd be doing was hitchin a ride back to AR. but what does this mean?? i still want to accomplish so much here...and i feel like i have, but at the same time...i feel as though i need to be 100% committed to making it here..and i'm not anymore. maybe just because i'm afraid to fail? i don't know...ugh.

wow.

this is the first time i've gotten it all out in print. but i definitely need some prayers to further decide my next move.

time to hit the book...

52 blogs. geeze.

i can't believe you people aren't sick of me yet haha..

days off are definitely gifts from God. i am convinced of this.

went swing dancing on friday night! this was the first time i've gotten to go in almost a month now...i've missed it so much. turns out that 70 year old men OWN swing dancing. this little old man named john with thick rimmed black glasses asked me to dance (i'm thinking to myself..."i'll go easy on him"). turns out he showed up everyone on that dance floor!! haha it was amazing.

then the really crazy part was the fact that i saw john the next day running around the middle of the city (mind you...the place we swing danced at was like 20 min outside of the city) and HE RECOGNIZED ME!! this is the first time i've ever had a second encounter with anyone at swing dancing...outside of the dance hall of course. it pretty much made my day...he even remembered my name! lol and all these young people around were of course looking at me like i was a crazy person for knowing this guy.

who cares. it was amazing.

going for a run in the middle of a hot summer day is a terrible idea.

french people are very cool. emphasis on the word cool...they have this kind of slinky presence about them, everything is chill, they have this kind of effortless style...and idunno, they are just interesting people to be around.

i need to be productive today...so off i go.

i love summertime in Boston. :)