Dear Livejournal,

I'm so sorry I'm neglecting you. Life is getting in the way.

I still love you and I think about talking to you every so often but with work, grad school apps, food, and a newfound TV addiction in the works (Glee! Gossip Girl! Jesse Cardoza of CSI:Miami!) and the all-important NO INTERNET AT HOME, I feel like we're losing touch. I just wanted to let you know that you are important to me, and I'm going to try my hardest to keep our relationship going strong.

Lovingly yours, always,
Monica

Well hello livejournal, it's been a long time. I missed you.... *sniffle*

Hmmm, so officially I have not had an entry in five weeks. I think that may be the longest I've ever gone. In that span of time I have accomplished (or unaccomplished) several things:

- turned 22 (egad I'm so old now)
- taken the GRE for applying to Grad School
- led a bunch of school kids through science/nature programs. Basically, my job description is that I teach kids about trees, decomposers, snakes, and different words that mean "poop". It's an awesome job.
- bought an iPod touch with my nonexistent salary
- found out one of my best buddies actually had a thing for me
- had amazing and funny conversations with my co-interns/housemates
- intense discussions and emotional emails with my mama (regarding my "future")
- made fresh apple cider and lemon shakes at apple fest
- updated the Facebook page for the organization I'm interning for with great increase in Fan numbers \:D/
- been pooped on twice by a box turtle
- FINALLY watched 500 Days of Summer and I ADORED it and its lovely soundtrack.
- also finally watched Benny and Joon. It was cute and made me miss the Northwest.
- started a Glee addiction :3


....and what feels like a bazillion other things. Life, basically. Life happened.


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I like my lifestyle. I feel very independent and self-reliant, and I pretty much know who I am, and I like who that is. The one thing that I would have to say that drags a little bit sometimes is feeling lonely. It's not the kind of loneliness that makes someone cry, or be afraid. It's not that I am isolated or sad. Not at all, I'm actually quite happy, and have a bunch of friends and of course my family. But I still have the inherent blues in my system; it's part of who I am and my personality.

I love being with people and adore my friends and family but I always seem to be running away from them, or moving away. I don't really have a home to call my own - not a home in the physical sense, though - a home that I can own. It's not the Philippines anymore, and it's not Geneva, and it's not Eugene, or Dayton. It's all of those places and none of those places.


But then again, just like Tom from (500) Days of Summer said-- loneliness is underrated.