Born to Run

What a strange day. As I was driving home, I was all about writing it down too.. plus the issues that were being kicked up... but since I've been home, I have felt like doing nothing of the sort. My mind isn't focused on that stuff right now. There's so much I want to say and I don't feel like saying any of it.

You think you know me?

Due to boredom, I made a 10 question quiz. Take it and let me know what you think of it. It's no frills at this point.

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Bear Mountain

At roughly 6:30am this morning, I opted to not go to Bear Mountain as planned. Why? Because my mother was annoying me, despite me being fully awake (don't ask me how that happened). She soon got irritated as I think my father did.. but I don't really care. They will be fine when they get home. This thing is going on for another 3 weeks anyways. To their credit, I will admit that it is a beautiful day to be there selling. My mother made some comment about their being state police patrols through there all day and I quipped back with something to the tune of "Oh, so when you say every morning that there's no way I'll ever be one, I'll feel that much better looking at them?" However, I do love men in uniform, rarrrr. I'm betting, though, that they are the state *park* police and to me, that just doesn't cut it. They may go through the same academy and all that, but they still aren't "troopers". No purple with the gray, just black and gray. No thank you. Although I suppose if one was hot enough, I could make concessions. Libido out of control.

Living like a queen

unfortunately, with the salary of a pauper. Ok, that's not entirely true. I manage alright. Just not enough to move out on my own. I bought a present for mother and a couple things for myself today. Credit card climbing higher. I did manage to get it completely paid off once in the last few years. That wasn't that long ago, but several large purchases are leaving me high and dry (tuition and treamill alone = $900+ ). I've stopped buying things for myself and I'm concentrating more on making money in my spare time. Next weekend is a festival/flea market/craft sale where I think I can do decently. Paying anything off would be a victory right now (including my car- when the hell are those payments going to end?!).

This weekend is going pretty fast. I've noticed, though, that the more carbs I consume, the more difficult it is for me to stay awake. GRR! I love sleeping and all, but I prefer my weekends felt like they existed. I'm aiming to do some fun treatment plans, watch "The Butterfly Effect", wash my car inside and out (we'll see about that) and go to chuch, as long as it's not the same Mass that my mother is going to. Forget that. I'm at a point that I think I really need what Mass can offer. Hopefully, that "it" is offered.

Voltron quest and whatnots

Work today was alright. Nothing thrilling (especially the 75ish grilled cheese sandwiches I had to make). Nothing catastrophic. I am waiting for something to happen, though. It feels like something should, or rather, I think something should. It's sad, but I don't know how to function in a normal work atmosphere... I'm certainly keen to any slight wrong doing on my part, intentional or not, "corrected" by supervisor or not.

I've noticed today that I'm getting sarcastic and a bit on the mean side, even though I'm joking with people. It's still not nice, and I'm guessing there's a part of me that might take seriously some of what I'm saying. I don't mean to be like that and I know I am certainly being very picky with myself, but well, I didn't get where I am by letting shit slide. I know that I haven't been in the greatest mindset lately, not that it's rare.. but it usually passes faster than it has lately. Too much stuff I want to solve or amend, I think. I'm trying to work on a lot right now and that stinks.

Moving along... Paul's birthday is tomorrow. I was trying to get him a working, steel Volton (deluxe set) for him. He lords stuff over me something fierce, and well, I accidentally broke his when I was like 6.. he has never let me forget it, the jackass. Nevermind that he SHOT my kickball, physically abused me for years, and has always taken more than his fair share of everything... argh! A working, steel Voltron is not easy to find, nor is it cheap. He won't have diddly from me by tomorrow. I'm willing to spend a reasonable amount on one, which is more than I want to spend to be honest.. but I'm generous and don't really care about the money, or money period.. but I doubt he'd appreciate it to any degree other than to say "Well, it's about damn time! Too bad I don't feel like playing with it now!" He has surprised me in the past, so....... who knows.

Mother in one of her anxious moods

Funny. Wrong... but funny.

Inspired

Woke up today around 11, read a couple emails from Lisa, and decided to be a bit less lazy than usual and work on my blog, as Lisa informed me that she had done the same. Unfortunately, my perfectionism reared its head and therefore, I went all out. I did everything by hand so as not to screw up the CSS programming. My archives now work, all but two useless posts have been reformatted and placed on the site, AND it all looks half way decent. I also changed the site URL to match the title. That kept me busy for a couple hours. I have also figured out how to get pictures on here, so I guess I better start taking some!

I feel like there must be something I could be better wasting my time on.. there's maybe one or two things I can do for work, but they are nothing thrilling. Bored. A bit lonely.