Del

This day marks exactly four months since my ex and I broke up, meaning four months that I've lived back at home with the rents. It feels like it's been much longer than that. Not because it's been awful living with my parents or anything. Challenging, yes, but not awful. I am so thankful I had them to take me in the day of the break up. I don't know why it feels like it's been longer. I guess that's a good thing? I feel like I've been free for longer. Free in more ways than one, that is for damn sure.

I have lots to share today. Nothing too exciting though, so don't get your hopes up or anything.

I bought some pomegranates for the first time EVER over the weekend. I grabbed one out of the fridge (are they supposed to go in there?) today and stared at it. I wanted to figure out the proper way of eating this strange fruit all on my own. Stubborn to the max. So, what did I do? I cut into it like it was an apple. Wrong. So wrong. I then sat at the table staring at the fruit's insides like I was about to eat a puzzle. How in the hell do I eat this? I thought to myself. I picked at it. Ate a couple seeds. Gross. Then, I did what I should have done in the first place—I Googled "How to eat a pomegranate" like a dumbass. Well, Google sucks and every link I clicked on for the "how to" either presented me with a long article on how to eat it, juice it, and so on, or popped up in picture format and also took too long to get to the point. Screw Google. Hello, Youtube. Did Youtube disappoint? To be honest, I only watched one video. It wasn't that it didn't tell me how to eat a pomegranate—it totally did. However, instead of eating it like a normal person, this guy took the fruit, squished it up in his hands, bit into it and sucked the juice from it. At this point, I said ef it and threw the little pain in the ass away. Next time I attempt to eat one, I will either request help or think twice about eating one. RIP Pom.

I love writing in my blog each night. It's really exercising my creativeness and makes me excited to get back to writing my book. I'm waiting to dive back into it for when I'm in my own place. With my own thoughts. Clear mind. Anyway, what do a lot of writers associate writing with? If you guessed alcohol, you're wrong. But, fine guess. The correct answer is coffee. Coffee at night time does not exactly soothe me to sleep. It's been keeping me up at night, but if I don't have it on my nightstand when I'm writing to keep the creative juices flowing, then there's a good chance that there would be no blog and I'd rather not find out the hard way since I'm on a roll! I could go decaf, but I have a favorite iced coffee (not decaf, of course) and I'm stubborn as you know from the beginning of this post. Guess I'll just start trying to embrace the late night hours. Hmmm...

And now for the main topic: people who go for a walk outside, but instead of listening to music or the lovely squawking of birds chasing other birds, they talk on their cell phones. Holy pet peeve. I came across two separately walking women doing this today. My mom had just told me Sunday that NWF Daily News columnist, and an avid walker around our neighborhood, Del Stone recently wrote a column on how so many others out running and walking are listening to their iPods instead of nature. My first-ever, newspaper-published pieces were opinion columns. I wrote them weekly for my college paper. (GO KNIGHTS). Not once did I ever write about this topic, but I've read a few columns by others who have. I think it's silly for people to be upset by those who listen to music while out jogging or walking for exercise. Like please, it's how we get pumped and distracts us from focusing on the growing hole in the side of our ribs or the squeezing sensation in our calf that will later wake us up in the middle of the night making us wish we had never gone for a run. (No disrespect to good ole Del though).

Those who talk on their cell phones while out "exercising" are a completely different beast. A beast that needs to stay at home instead. I think it's rude. And it's not like the women I saw today were having important conversations. They were clearly gossiping. Even more rude. I don't want to hear that shit. (I run with one headphone in and one out, so I can listen for cars. Can never be too careful. It only takes one. Unless it's a Smart Car.) I don't even bring my phone with me when I go for a jog. What's the point? I'm getting AWAY from everything. Not inviting it to interrupt me when I'm trying to get in the zone and forget about the day's stressors. Leave your phone at home. It's that simple.

Oh yeah, Are You The One?... oh boy. This group is horrible. They got two matches correct last night and the show is already halfway over. They're doomed. And one of my favorite girls is being corrupted by the man whore of the house, which makes me mad at both of them. Mad at him for obvious reasons—man whores are disgusting creatures. Mad at her, because she should respect herself more and did/said something on the show last night that was beyond disrespectful and embarrassing to herself and her reputation. Sad. Unfortunate. Still have faith in her though.

"Kindness is loving people more than they deserve." - Joseph Joubert

- LJ