Starbucks Observation
I’ve been learning to french braid my own hair sometime within the last week or two. The single has been working out alright, just now did my first double french braid on myself. I have no idea how it looks from behind, but I hope it doesn’t look horrible.
Facebook has been acting rotten since last night. I get to look at everyone’s posts and photos and stuff, and I can even type out my response and click the post button. Words wasted however, because immediately following, a window pops up to tell me that my reaction/response cannot be processed. Awesome! Sometimes I think I say some pretty dang clever things, but then- BOOM! No one will ever know.
Not like Kellen, who thinks up incredibly dumb things, allegedly, and then doesn’t say them so the world never has to know what a supposed dumbass he can actually be. Interesting.
My intradermal reactions are still going. On day 5 the report was that Candida was 11mm red with flaky greenish center and whatever Tric. stands for, that was a 10mm red hive. Also, day 5 brought on a 6mm red hive on what was labelled Epi for the first time. Highly interesting. They told me some of the allergens might not react for 4 days. But FIVE? Whoa. Talk about a delayed reaction. I’d have thought that stuff was all eased out by now.
I’m fixing and sewing a lot of things. So, considering that I’m not making any money, and that I don’t feel all too particularly useful, I also notice that I’m really getting quite a lot done. The company I’m interning/working/helping/volunteering with still loves to have me there offering what I can. So that rocks. Anna is so glad that she’s not being totally useless.
I’m presently looking at a girl who’s shorts I have instantly fallen in love with. Thought I’d mention. I wish I could go up to her and ask about them. But I think I’ll try to veer away from creeper-Anna this early in the day.
Ugh. Allergies are kicking in. I’ve been trying my very best to ignore them, but I’m sneezing a lot and today has displayed some congestion.. I may need to give in to the pharmacutical capitalists again. C’est la vie.
I made friends with a lawyer or attorney or something to that effect, this week. We get along pretty well, and I began to see again aspects that do hold some level of interest for me in law. We looked up police records yesterday, and that was really interesting. I didn’t know that our babysitter actually sued us back in 2001 when our dog bit her. But apparently that happened. And even I was a little hazy on some of my tickets… But maybe that was only one… I have a relatively good recollection of the times I’ve been pulled over. Also, my friend is a lovely conversationalist, and we’ve wasted away many hours talking already.
I wish the DI opened earlier. 9 o’clock is a reasonable time to open. The DI should open then, because I would come in and look at what all interesting things there might could be. I love thrift stores. I just can’t help myself :s
Also I’ve gotten oh so into Hunter S. Thompson’s writings lately. I think he’s a genius. Writes like I do, you know. Lots of voice and character and basically a mind splurge all over the page. Excellent. I feel like he probably expresses himself a little bit better and more organized than I do.. I think too fast, I believe was what my history teacher told me back in 7th grade. I start a sentence and mysteriously carry on halfway through with a sentence that would have made more sense if there were two more sentences in between. My fingers can’t move as fast as my brain seemingly can think. For the fact that I’m a really slow reader, I think typing is something I’m pretty dang good at- because I have to be good at something communicationally. I can’t apparently comprehend writing as well as other people, but I can type fast enough to more or less keep up with my mind thoughts.
What else? I felt like enough of a jerk with my beloved that I’m being even more monogamously dedicated lately. Its encouraging that I seem to be capable of the exclusivity after all. He still shuts me down when I want to get it on.. So it annoys the poop out of me when my father tells me that this boy is just using me. I constantly go there with intent to take his soul (and particular other components of his being), and he tells me to go home and go to bed after we’ve been speaking. And we recently had a talk about how I was feeling neglected (because my period was spitting out too many hormones and made me stupid), and it really seems like this guy is starting to care for me as much as I do for him - just in his own different way. Sigh. I hate being girly like this, but its nice to have some sort of a love in one’s life.
Neither my dad nor I got to sleep much at all last night. I conked out at 3:30 and he came home at 4. We were out of the house shortly after 6. Better figure out what’s happening today, I guess.
Filling out more or refilling out my Hastings application would be a good decision too. I’ll be getting on it all.
I love tea. I introduced a new friend of mine to Yogi tea this morning as we blabbed for hours about all sorts of ness. I showed him my family and what pieces of my portfolio that I have. It was a good time. I enjoy that we can sit and converse for hours and hours for two days in a row and not run out of things to talk about.
Gonna see about sewing and plotting on steampunkery now, I think.
Zur errinerung.
Eine nette sicherheitscode für Ferrero Küsschen
Been Observing the World Around Me
Things have been particularly beautiful lately. Summer came for a couple of days earlier this week and I loved it. I’m constantly getting myself into interesting situations, as usual. Life is great. Very interesting and all that. I’m having ongoing body problems, and they’ve made me take my current period week and turn it into a week of girlism and subjective commentary. My Wilbur and I went to see Anberlin tonight, who were amazering, even though I spent the majority of the concert fighting for my life amid the much more pushy crowd than I’ve ever experienced before. Loved being in the front row watching the lead singer jump around the stage. Particularly because his jeans and body constructed together interestingly and made it so that it looked like his junk was bouncing around in its very own fun land. And I met a couple of friends there that I hadn’t seen in a long time, and that I decided I didn’t really care all that much about. But! Interestingly, I facebooked afterwards and saw a picture of one friend with the band, and I thought, hmm.. kind of jealous that I didn’t stick around with them to get the same experience. But oh well. Then read some comments because its the middle of the night and there’s nothing better to do and realized that I remembered where I knew the one girl from. She used to be in my clique. She was only there intermittently because she spent the majority of high school in rehab. Her parents had more money and her drug habits kept her being sent back there. Now she seems to be engaged to this mormon lad that I was also pretty good pals with for quite some time. Interesting how the times roll on.
Also, I haven’t seen my Sir in two weeks and regardless of him having seen me and having said a hi I didn’t hear at the concert tonight, I am becoming grievously tainted toward him because its been too long since I’ve seen him to forgive him for not making efforts to be with me. Annoyance. Unreasonable, but there.
My Salt Lake love is away on business again. I now understand why he was not previously tied to girlfriend. I recall when we met that he told me about his many travels around the world and whatnot, but now, when I am the “something like a girlfriend ish”, and sleep over and kind of want him from a relatively frequent time to time, I am also annoyed that he’s never ever in town. I don’t have his strong arms to hold me through the night because he’s flying from one city to the next doing work. So that is sad to me. Not dropping him though. Getting new love interests is way too much work, I don’t have the emotional capacity to deal with it, plus I like him too much.
There’s an in between city that holds interest for me though. I’ve got two boys there that hold a great deal of intrigue for me. One only because I think he’s hot, I’ve had a crush on him for a few months, and I like to watch the stupid things he gets up to on facebook. I LOVE it when someone is easier to stalk than I am. :) The other, I have a strange interest in. We talk like perverts with one another, and haven’t ever really had any sort of physical relationship whatsoever. And I adore him. Wonder if anything will, should or could happen. Don’t know if I want it to. And my dual monogamy has brought me to a point where I don’t really want to explore other venues, even though a part of me still does.
Life is interesting. I need work and to sign up for more classes. Gotta get on it.
Douchebag “Boyfriend”
Can visit female “friend” that lives hour and ten minutes away.
Is not even home when girlfriend comes to play house from 6 mins away..
Makes me question my motives sometimes.
Rude
I’m trying to learn to be bitchy. Not that I think its a totally great idea or way to be, but I kind of think that on a certain social networking site of which I am a part of, if you are not capable of bitchiness, then you either feel bad all the time, guilty a lot of the time, or you’re doing things you don’t want to do. So I’m developing a defense mechanism. Maybe that’ll work out. I figure I still think its a bit out of character and I don’t like it a whole lot. But oh well. I am very unhappy about being spoken to like a slut. I am not a slut. In fact, I’ve never spoken like a slut. And I have never appreciated being spoken to as one. The only person in the world, who does not offend me by calling me a slut is my Sir. Because I can be one for him. But only him. Yeah.
So there. I can be a teensy weensy bit bitchy to other people. Because monogamous women have to know what they want. And know how to turn away everyone else. Yeah.
