Twenty Three

I'm making an attempt at not going out all week. (With the exception of the fireworks on Wednesday, but it's straight home right after) Summer can be such a distraction, and as much as I'm having a blast, I still feel like I haven't had much time to myself, and to do the things I like to do. I picked up my guitar today and it was so out of tune from sitting there, and my fingers hurt from playing. I can't remember when the last time I painted or drew was, and there are lots of books and movies I want to get through. It also feels like I'm just doing the same thing every night; and I'm not saying I'm tired of it or bored, I just don't think going downtown every single night of the week to drink is a good idea. Especially with how far I live. I need to settle down a bit, and put my attention to different things that I've been ignoring.

I started doing yoga to get rid of Toby the belly (go ahead, make fun of me) but I feel so relaxed after doing it, and hopefully I'll feel skinnier too. Alot of people think I'm absolutely crazy for wanting to lose weight, but I just want to fix myself up, on account of letting myself go lately.

I don't have much to report, and feel like I haven't had much to talk about these past few days. Maybe things will pick up soon. I have a week off in August and I think I'm going to spend a few days in Toronto (since it's been forever), maybe go to Barrie for a night then try to go to a few warped tour dates to see some people I haven't seen in awhile.

I found my Billie Holiday cd,

I'm in love.