another day

another day has just rolled on through. unlike me, i joined a gym last week. and even more unlike me, i don't feel like working out. i go snowboarding for usually 4 hours every saturday, this week i also went monday, and for whatever reason, that feels like enough.

which it's totally not.

i'm more interested in watching movies. i'm on some sort of mission to use my netflix account twice a week. so much eye candy. i just finished 'in the land of women.' i think i saw that with my mom the first time. i loved it, the main character especially. i easily fell in love with him. i hope i get to marry a writer. there is just nothing sexier than someone who can express himself verbally.

-sigh-

as i walked out of the elevator and down the hall towards my front door i heard ominous barking. the barking got louder the closer i got to my door and when i turned my head to look, i saw a couple of FIERCE looking chihauhuas racing towards me. i barely made it inside. that was definitely the scariest part of my day. ;)

i was reading this book i keep and reread every few years and this part hit me again last night. it talks about how the ability to forgive can't really be achieved until the person wanting to forgive expresses how they were wronged. like gets it all out. huh. very interesting i think and very true. this expression need not be directly to that person, often that wouldn't help, but indirectly is the recommended way. write a letter, whatever. this is something to think about again and apply. i think i'm almost entirely close to forgiving my dad. it feels like this would be an exercise worth doing. life is too short, what am i waiting for?

also, insofar as forgiving people for the small things, it makes me smile when i think about also applying this technique. so here i go: "dawn, i really wish you had listened to me. i DID not ask for you to cut all my hair off. i feel like the person i used to be, the person who chose destructive habits, when i look in the mirror and see my short hair. you don't know this, but it sucks to be reminded. so i'm ticked at you for not listening and for not knowing how personal this is for me. and how could you? -sigh-"

the end.

p.s. thanks for the homemade brownies, ms. g. you rock.

p.p.s. or p.s.s.? i want a polaroid camera. so i take pics of the funny shirts kids wear in my classes.