Sometimes I feel like I have the worst job ever and sometimes I feel like it's not that bad since I get to blog and chat with friends all day.
Sometimes I feel really annoyed when actual work takes over my blogging/chatting time like it has the past week.
Sometimes I feel really burned out from work, like I do right now.
Sometimes I feel really excited to try something new and sometimes I feel really scared that something might go terribly wrong when I do.
Sometimes I feel like I really didn't need that Tostino's Party Pizza as a late night snack after my horrendous Wal*Mart trip and sometimes I feel like it was totally worth it because I only ended up like 300 calories over for the day.
Sometimes I feel like I only ever hear the song "Pumped up Kicks", but then I remember it's just Janette complaining that she's hearing it again.
Sometimes I feel like 46 peaks is impossible and other times I feel I want to knock them all out in one year.
Sometimes I feel sad that I haven't seen my "guy friend" in over a week and have barely talked to him and other times it puts the situation in perspective for me and makes me feel like I don't need him as much as I thought I did.
Sometimes I feel bad because I've charged a lot of things onto my credit card, mostly food and gas and then other times I feel I have no problem and buy a digital camera.
Sometimes I feel frustrated that my BFF Alison always has to spend her summer weekends at her boyfriend's family's camp and other times I'm happy that she chose to do something with me instead of them.
Sometimes I feel really annoyed that my mom calls me 4 times in one evening and then other times I feel sad that we don't have the relationship that a lot of other people I know have with their parents.
Sometimes I really feel like casually sliding my phone off my desk.
Sometimes I feel really overwhelmed with blogging, there are so many people that I feel I don't get to read as often as I want or keep in touch with as much as I should, but other times I'm really thankful for the bloggy friends I've made thus far.
Sometimes I feel disappointed in myself, had I stuck to what I was doing back in January, I would be at my goal weight by now.
Sometimes I feel excited to see the family I babysit for and other times (like tonight) I'm totally dreading it. It's rainy, I'm tired...I just want to go home and snuggle with my bear.
Sometimes I feel like I want to move down south and be in warmth and sun all the time and other times I see pictures on Stephanie's blog that remind me that flatness and lack of trees gives me anxiety.
Sometimes I feel like pizza is the only thing I want to live on for the rest of my life. Actually, I always feel that way. Why is pizza SO good?
Sometimes I feel like a failure because I don't think I'm where I should be at 26 years old. Teaching, steady relationship/married, travelling, not in debt, enjoying life...
Sometimes I feel like I've got all the time in the world.