I spent the weekend at the beach with the boyfranddd and his family. Super fun! I absolutely love the beach--sea shells, sand, the oceans, seaweed (and seaweed-flinging fights), jumping dolphins, guilt-free laziness--everything. Love it, love it, love it.
But I'm glad to be back. I wanna go to the mountains soon. Then a spanish-speaking country. Then Europe.
Have you ever watched Dexter? If you haven't, you should start. Here's the premise, in a nutshell:
Dude's a serial killer, only kills murders, ironically, trying to satiate his craving for killing by killing for good. The real kicker? He works for the Miami metro police department as a blood-spatter analyst. Catching bad guys, killing bad guys, all in good fun.
I found a new weapon to battle all my "issues" ('cause Lord knows I got enough to patch the hole in the ozone layer). I'm going to use serenity to combat choas. I'm looking into meditation relaxation techniques. Not the "ommm" become one with mother nature stuff. Just...I don't know, taking time to breathe? Silly new-age ideas.
If I had to pick a mantra, I'd probably go with "goosefraba." I think it's that "ooo" sound that makes it so relaxing. Gooooosefraba. Moving on..
I wish I had more to say right now, but I don't, and this medicine that is supposed to make me feel calmer is instead making me eyelids involuntarily close, so I'm gonna go to bed.