my sense of time is completely fucked up today.
it started with getting up at 7:30 am and continued with arriving at the mall half an hour before anything was actually open because it felt like noon when i left the house. now it feels like nine or ten at night when it’s not even half-past five. ugh. i tried to have a nap when i got home, but ended up watching a railroad history on the knowledge network (i come from a railroad family. trains are in my blood.) and the tail end of some big special on a&e about hair. yeah, it was made for me.
at least i did get some things accomplished. paella was made, grocery shopping was done, clothes were returned, birthday presents were purchased, book was read, dishes were washed, garbage was dumpstered. i even started the track list for the cd swap cd i’m supposed to have sent already if it’s to get to its intended by the november 6th deadline. oops! i should be doing more homework since i have so fuckng much this week… but i’m procrastinating again.
lately i’ve been dwelling on how boring i am. or at least seem to be. i told jeremy that i was boring the other day and he fairly jumped down my throat about it. he’ll deny that, but it kinda felt that way. at least i know he only does it because he thinks the world of me and it pisses him off when i say depricating things about myself. i obviously haven’t been writing here, and for all the running around and things i’ve been doing, it hasn’t felt like i’ve accomplished much. i just got lost for a little while. i didn’t care about a lot of things other than trying to get more than one good night’s sleep during the week or feeling clausterphobic by the pig-pen state of my apartment. most of these thing are working themselves out. i’m suddenly unbusy socially, so i’ve been able to take care of the crap on the home front which settles me down in a lot of ways. i’m a trademark cancerian in that respect. if my house is a wreck, so am i. now things are neat and cozy and warm and nestlike, just in time for a winter full of movie rentals and hot chocolate book reading.
i’m been spending a lot (a LOT) of money lately. on stupid things. i look at the stuff i’ve paid for in the last little bit and i give myself a swift mental ass-kick. i was doing so well financially, then things got busy and being busy seems to cost a lot of fucking money these days. a social life is bloody expensive! not only is it spiritually rejuvenating to be a recluse, it’s frugal, too!
what other terrifyingly dull things can i mention… i have a case of achilles tendonitis in my right ankle which i self-diagnosed thanks to the internet. i’d go to a doctor, but i can do the r.i.c.e. therapy just as well as they can and i really don’t need another prescription for naproxen to rip out whatever’s left of my stomach lining, thankyouverymuch. it’s not bad today, but i know that’s just the pain’s sneaky way of getting me to overdo it with false hopes of being cured just so it can come back tomorrow and make me whimper with every step again. pain is malicious like that, i’ve found.
i finally finished the wheel of time series this week. nine very long books which took me far, far, far too long to read. i just don’t spent a lot of time reading books anymore, and that really annoys me. anyway, after a good nine months of epic fantasy, i’ve decided to read a little non-fiction for a while, which is something a very rarely do. i started fast food nation the other day. so far, i’ve been sucked right in. schlosser’s a great writer and the book is filled with fun trivia. i like fun trivia and entertaining asides. i haven’t even read any of the gross stuff i hear is in there, but i’m already finding myself looking critically at chain stores in a new and derisive light. not only fast food chains. the whole franchising culture is creepy if you really think about it. you can go into any town in any city and find the same gas stations, grocers, convenience, clothing, sporting, and video stores! yeah, it can produce a comfort in unfamilar surroundings but what about diversity? no, burger king selling tacos doesn’t count for that, either. i’m not a ranter, so i’ll leave that to the ones who actually formulate good arguements about things, but this book is scary in a very good way. everyone should read it!
okay, that’s enough for now. i bet you’re all really sorry i started typing today, huh?
oh, yeah… and there’s a new webcam picture for the none of you who complained. ;)
Isn’t it weird how just a one hour difference fucks up your entire sense of time? Rowan went to bed at 6:30, I fell asleep for about an hour at 3 o’clock sitting still. Blah. And it was a gorgeous day outside, I should have enjoyed it more while we have them still.
i know what you mean when you say you feel boring..it was something that i was just thinking yesterday. i find myself thinking that when i don’t see very many people/do very many things (outisde of work and school)
ps. shexy webcam pic!
amen, i feel boring too. maybe it’s cuz i’m ‘me’ 24/7, though.
if you read No Logo, you’ll really well up with anti-corporate rage, it’s a great read also.
I’ll let you guys in on a little secret: it’s not up to you to decide whether or not your boring. Like geez, talk about bias!
given that i’ve sworn an oath never to set foot inside another golden arches as long as i may live, i think i should read fast food nation too. it has previously been recommended to me.
you, jack! =)
in all that excitement i forgot my !