My mom gave me some white string lights that are now attached to my ceiling and look like of like a glowing vine. This is what happens when I turn the light switch in my room.
Every once in a while, but far too often, I come home after work or after hanging out away from the house and when I walk in the door, the whole place is spotless. A lot of people, I imagine, would be happy with this. Me? It makes me feel terribly awkward and unhappy. Anything of mine is piled in my room and all of the chores that are supposed to be mine have been done. If they didn't mind, I wouldn't mind. But I'm sure they do. They like a much cleaner level of clean than I do, and I understand how hard this must be for them, but... yeah. I don't like people doing shit and then resenting it. I don't like it.
What do I feel like rolling my eyes at today? Oh, how about the fact that my room is a disaster area. Yeah. That. Sometimes I wish I could be cleaner. I need self-help tapes or something. A huge black guy in spandex yelling at me to get it done and making me do pushups.
I don't understand how it got to be the middle of November, how I got to be 22 and living in Davis.
I get to see my boy in 4 days. 4 days!!
This one's easy. I opened at work today, and the first person to walk through the door was a seemingly nice, though obviously conceited, older gentleman from Vancouver BC. He was chatting with me about oil in Utah and making 30 million and Vancouver and then asked me where I was from. I told him my little story about moving down here for just a year and he asks me what I'm going to do after that. Before I can really answer, however, he asks me what I'm going to do when I die. Then, of course, came the unbearable five minute lecture about how the blood of jesus christ was the only thing that could get me into heaven. Fuck bible thumpers. God. Damn. It. In my place of work!
Tried making my costume today. Yeah...... maybe not so much with the design I was thinking. Cheese cloth...... is really seethough. And when I say really, I mea that you can hardly see IT. So a little tweaking might be in order. This
isn't Renn Fayre, after all.
Holy shit, have you seen Gears of War? Sometimes, I wish I had started my nerd life a little younger. I am so bad at video games, but sometimes I want to play.
Like 80% of my friends are going to be in town and staying at my house and dressed like Greco-Romans or their gods on like four days.
I recently found my old Ozzy. This makes me very happy.
Today, because I was bored, I spent about 6 hours reading a book we sell on pregnancy.
Boy! Friends! Boy boy boy! So many Friends! Olives! Mead! Boy! and... SEX!
I had a lot of fun with
aegies yesterday, in part because he showed me gears of war and then the new Halo trailer. It makes me miss Louis. I really do like watching video games, especially pretty ones, being played, though. And I kind of freak out when bad guys show up. You also don't want to watch scary movies with me, unless you already find girly scared behavior particularly adorable.
Can't sleep. Think I probably have cancer because I'm not hungry and, you know... Yep. Cancer.
NaNoWriMo
I may have gotten my dad to agree to yoga when he's recovered from being a gimp. This is funny. We'll see if he bails.
I like
aegies's kitty better than the two I have to live with. Cause his kitty likes me. Cause I have girl parts, apparently.
