Spontaneous Boredom

So, I'm sitting here in my apartment alone.  Recently my life has gone through some changes that have freed up my schedule quite a bit.  So what to do?  It's my last days before my schooling starts up again (I can't say that I'm dreading it, but I do feel like my summer was a complete waste) I had amazing plans for the summer, but it just so happened that every last one of them fell through. How the heck does that happen?! Thanks to a couple good friends I've been able to salvage a few good weeks of fun out of this desolate wasteland of boredom. The only way that I've found I can survive is to live spontaneously.  Go hiking? Sure! Pedicure? Why not?  Drive 3 hours to the Salt Flats and take pictures? Nobody's stopping me! Right now the best way to make decisions is to go with my gut.  No mulling over the possibilities or options. Just go have fun and live it up.  I want to go out and make the most of the last bit of summer. The problem is, that I'm not adventurous enough to do it, at least not on my own.  So what is a single, lonely girl like me to do?  I secretly am hoping some prince charming will come and sweep me off my feet and save me from this torture of having nothing to do. Any takers? I promise I'm not as desperate as I sound, I'm just bored enough to actually blog about how bored I am.

Sanctuary

I love interior design.  When I walk into an empty room with white walls its screams "Make me incredible!"  To me, an empty room is like a piece of art that I can create all around me.  There are so many possibilities.  Colors, textures, finishes, lighting... It all excites me.  You can make any environment you wish.  If I wanted to be surrounded by Hawaii, but actually live in Utah.. I could easily transform my apartment into a tropical getaway.  Vibrant colors, strategic lighting, tribal art, shells, potted plants.  These would be the ingredients for my vacation apartment.  There is no limit to all the possibilities (wallet permitting).  Give me a room, and I will make it a sanctuary.

Cats and Dogs

I don't understand why everybody has to decide between cats and dogs.  It's actually quite sad.  I own a cat. I grew up with both cats and dogs. There have been multiple times when people find out that I have a cat and said "eww, I hate cats"  I cannot see any reason for anyone to hate a cat. (Unless of course they once were mauled by a cougar. That individual has the right to all the excuses in the world to hate cats.)  I can understand not wanting a cat, or maybe disliking them.  But hate?  That's harsh.  Same goes for dogs.  You can't just condemn an entire species because of one or two bad experiences.  If every woman were to form their opinions about men off of one experience, the world as we know it would come to an end. I guess what I am trying to say, is that you can't condemn the species because of an individual, no matter how bad the experience was.