A few things, I'll try to keep them short and sweet. It's 3am and I might want to get sleep at some point. That's what I get for having a friend come over to hang out.
I feel like I haven't been home in ages which is a good thing. I'm 22 and living with my parents, it's maddening. December can not come soon enough. All of my debts will be settled and I can move out.
I'm down to 184 pounds. I haven't weighed this much in almost 3 years. I was 210 in January and my goal is 175 or less. I'm not really following any kind of diet except I don't snack, no fast food, no sweets or desserts, but massive amounts of sushi. Also my exercise plan has been put on hold because it's impossible to work around my work schedule. I'm still losing weight, something weird is going on.
I'm working on three stories. The Distance Between Us, two people live next door in an apartment complex. They meet and afterwards fantasize about each other but neither take any further steps to pursue what they really want. Hit and Run to the Altar, girl hits boy with her car, boy asks girl to marry him. Their wedding cake has a matchbox car running over the little groom. Love in the Time of the Apocalypse, a man travels across a city during the apocalypse for one last meeting with the woman he loves.
I just noticed that while my friend was over he put my little bendy art model guy in a nazi salute.
I had two friends call me a flake today. One because he doesn't own a phone and I had no desire to rush home and change plans because he can only be contacted by instant messenger or smoke signal. Buy a damn phone and then we'll hang out. The other friend isn't so much of a friend as he is a pain. I wanted to tell him we'd hang out more if he complained less. When it comes to friends I'm very independently minded. Like I told the first friend, a friendship is in no ways a binding relationship. I give my friends no right to intrude on my personal space and I reserve the right to make/cancel plans as I please, if I'm in a relationship with someone it means I give up my right to personal space because it's someone I want in my personal space all the time, and if I cancel plans I'd better have a good reason. I make the rules, dammit!
I sprained my thumb at work, at my cubicle job where I sit down for 8 hours a day. That kind of injury takes a lot of talent with a dash of stupidity. I also got a nosebleed at work today which was kind of awkward.
I can't think of anything else to say. I need to shave and I've decided to grow my hair out long. The last time I grew my hair long I weighed 250 pounds, maybe it'll work better when I'm skinny.
Wait, last thing. Discussion with a friend that happened about 2 hours ago while he was over. Slightly edited because I'm doing this from memory.
Friend: So let me get this straight, you're lazy, you sit around and watch tv and write your little stories all the time and have the bare minimum of social interactions, yet only good things happen to you. Why are you, of all people, so damn lucky?
Me: When I was a kid people always told me that my dimples would get me what I wanted.
Friend: That's your answer? Magic dimples? You're lazy and retarded and I'd kill to have half of what you've had.
I don't know if that was a compliment or not, but me and my magic dimples are going to bed. I just spent an hour writing this post.
I feel like I haven't been home in ages which is a good thing. I'm 22 and living with my parents, it's maddening. December can not come soon enough. All of my debts will be settled and I can move out.
I'm down to 184 pounds. I haven't weighed this much in almost 3 years. I was 210 in January and my goal is 175 or less. I'm not really following any kind of diet except I don't snack, no fast food, no sweets or desserts, but massive amounts of sushi. Also my exercise plan has been put on hold because it's impossible to work around my work schedule. I'm still losing weight, something weird is going on.
I'm working on three stories. The Distance Between Us, two people live next door in an apartment complex. They meet and afterwards fantasize about each other but neither take any further steps to pursue what they really want. Hit and Run to the Altar, girl hits boy with her car, boy asks girl to marry him. Their wedding cake has a matchbox car running over the little groom. Love in the Time of the Apocalypse, a man travels across a city during the apocalypse for one last meeting with the woman he loves.
I just noticed that while my friend was over he put my little bendy art model guy in a nazi salute.
I had two friends call me a flake today. One because he doesn't own a phone and I had no desire to rush home and change plans because he can only be contacted by instant messenger or smoke signal. Buy a damn phone and then we'll hang out. The other friend isn't so much of a friend as he is a pain. I wanted to tell him we'd hang out more if he complained less. When it comes to friends I'm very independently minded. Like I told the first friend, a friendship is in no ways a binding relationship. I give my friends no right to intrude on my personal space and I reserve the right to make/cancel plans as I please, if I'm in a relationship with someone it means I give up my right to personal space because it's someone I want in my personal space all the time, and if I cancel plans I'd better have a good reason. I make the rules, dammit!
I sprained my thumb at work, at my cubicle job where I sit down for 8 hours a day. That kind of injury takes a lot of talent with a dash of stupidity. I also got a nosebleed at work today which was kind of awkward.
I can't think of anything else to say. I need to shave and I've decided to grow my hair out long. The last time I grew my hair long I weighed 250 pounds, maybe it'll work better when I'm skinny.
Wait, last thing. Discussion with a friend that happened about 2 hours ago while he was over. Slightly edited because I'm doing this from memory.
Friend: So let me get this straight, you're lazy, you sit around and watch tv and write your little stories all the time and have the bare minimum of social interactions, yet only good things happen to you. Why are you, of all people, so damn lucky?
Me: When I was a kid people always told me that my dimples would get me what I wanted.
Friend: That's your answer? Magic dimples? You're lazy and retarded and I'd kill to have half of what you've had.
I don't know if that was a compliment or not, but me and my magic dimples are going to bed. I just spent an hour writing this post.
Trouble? definitely