Good, better, best

Lately, I've needed a change
It wasn't enough that school was starting
School has been so good
Except that on a daily basis I see my dreams of grad school getting dimmer and dimmer...
But something tells me to keep going anyway

So last friday I got glasses
And a renewed determination to actually wear them this time
And resist the temptation to constantly remove them or put them on top of my head
until the frames are loose and they slide down my nose
and I look like the hot librarian

And then yesterday I chopped a couple inches off my hair
which I have been trying SO HARD to grow out
I usually get these urges to chop it off,
but I've learned to wait it out and it usually goes away
It looks a little more like a mom haircut than I was hoping for

And then tonight I moved out.
Kind of last minute, on a whim
My family's still trying to figure out what happened
But I really like the new place
it feels good
and it's a really awesome location
and I couldn't get a better deal
....besides at my house
and my roommate is the best.

I'm trying to think what else I could change up in my life...
I thought about exercising, but that seems a little extreme. 

I'm not sure what my fascination is lately with these short sentences written out kind of in poem form. Maybe it makes me feel like what I'm writing is in some way poetic. Or maybe I'm just lazy and don't want to come up with complete sentences or thoughts. Or maybe I'm secretly a literary genius and students of the future will study my blog posts and write essays on them. That seems really likely.
That reminds me. I have a solid idea of what I want write a book about, so I'm thinking I'll start working on that. Doesn't that sound like fun? That way when people ask me what I'm up to, I don't have to give the generic, "Oh, you know, school and work" answer. I'll say well, funny that you should ask, I'm actually working on my first book. And saving for a trip to France on the side. And people will rightly assume that I am awesome.

I'm glad you people love me. I appreciate it more than you know. Also I like mountains.
Side story: The other night I was with a bunch of friends and one friend (we shall call him Bob) introduced me to another friend (we shall call him Stanley). Bob says, hey, Stanley likes to climb mountains, don't  you Stanley? Stanley says, uh, yeah... Bob says, Chelsie likes to climb mountains too. You too should climb a mountain together sometime! (Suggestive wink). Stanley and I look at each other. Crickets chirp in the background. Stanley pulls out his phone. Well, I guess I should get your number then, so we can climb that mountain sometime...Bob grins proudly.
I bet you a hundred bucks I never hear from Stanley.
Which, honestly, I would be ok with.
Also, I hope Bob doesn't read this blog.