Ok. Loathes first:
I'm alone in my bed. (No cuddles for me.)
It's cold. And dark.
All the children in my life have Swine flu.
Some customers are just no fun at all.
Eric Cantor. He looks like a smug asshole. Maybe he isn't always that way, but every time they stick him on a TV screen, I want to spit on him. (That's how I really feel.)
Loves to end with:
It's fall and I will adjust to the cold and dark thing.
The shed's almost done, so I'll be painting soon. (This will probably become a loathe in a little bit, haha.)
I got some of my Christmas presents in the mail (I might have mentioned this already) and they are SUUUUPER cute. (Any etsy fans? Check out Down & Out Chic.)
I'm getting ready to curl up with Time Traveler's Wife. (I was going to start a few minutes ago...)
Things to look forward to:
Creating a packaging technique for the cute Christmas gifts I've received, since they all came in one box. (Time to get festive and creative... a bit early, I know.)
The weekend. I have off again on Saturday and I think I'm going to block off my morning for breakfast. I want baked oatmeal because it's delicious.
Since I'm not hitting the gym today (slacking and it's ok because I have laundry to do and supper to cook), I decided Burger King was the only logical lunch choice. I got a kids meal because they have Cloudy with a Chance of Meatball toys.
I need to send a text to Kyle at some point to try and figure a time I can help him. He's really left with Friday (after 4) and Saturday (after noon) as choices. Not much room for compromise there. I still don't know what next week's schedule looks like and I don't really like that, but what can I do. I guess if I want time off for my birthday, I should put in for it now.
I'm already out of time and need to head back to work. Damn cops are out again too. Lame.
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Loathing:
- Stupid thoughts that have bubbled up in my head again. I thought I had banished them to the farthest reaches of my soul. I should I have known they'd be back. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
- Wanting to be much smoother and more confident than I am... or maybe just less creepy feeling.
- Forgetting until JUST NOW that I need to paint one of my fingernails before work.
- Working until 6.
- Just seeing Miley Cyrus "pole dance" on the news.
- Not feeling like going to Zumba, even though I NEED to get to the gym this week.
- Living like a brokeass person for the next two weeks.
Loving:
- Sleeping until 7 today.
- All my bills, for the time being, are paid. The only one that's left can wait until next pay.
- Having the weekend off. (And getting out of work at 3:30 on a Friday. That won't happen until next time I have a Saturday off. Either two weeks from now or three.)
The news is a mad house lately. No one is having a grown-up, logical, respectful debate about anything. It's ridiculous and infuriating because nothing good will ever come of this.
I'm too tired to make sense right now thoguh, so maybe I'll share my thoughts tomorrow.
Right now? It's bedtime. So I wish you all a good night and a good weekend. :)
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Political ads are increasingly stupid.
In a semi-local ad from the city, they have kids saying things like "There are other kids who need attention, I'll just wait until next year to get help" or "I hope the ceiling keeps leaking" with a smile on their face. Then the adult voice comes on and says something like "Kids say the darndest things" and goes on to explain that the state/city wants to cut education funding.
Yeah, stupid. 'Cause kids would really say things like that.
Now, I just saw an ad that claims clean energy has a new enemy, Sarah Palin. They have sound bites and... not a single one of them is related to clean energy.
If you're trying to say she's an enemy to clean energy, you should probably quote her saying something bad about clean energy... rather than "... that bridge to nowhere" or things about Russia. You're making no point at all by quoting unrelated topics.
Ugh. Sometimes I think we get closer to idiocracy every day.
There's a 30% off Gap, Banana Republic, & Old Navy coupon sitting in my inbox.
And here I was, craving a shopping trip! I'm glad I held out (other than my $7 heels I bought Saturday at Target).
:)
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"Did you know you're not always right?" she asked?
Silence.
Maybe it was all a dream. A lovely dream turned strange.
She wondered to herself, "Why does it need to be considered a fairytale? To have someone want to save you, even though you're capable of saving yourself? Why is it a fairytale to want someone to want you so much that they'd go to drastic measures for you? Why has the simple act of actually being loved just for the sake of being loved become a fantasy?"
It doesn't have to be this way. It shouldn't be this way.
Fairytales rarely actually involve a real prince. There's usually not even a princess. It's usually Jane and Sean. Two ordinary people who touch and talk and embrace and love. They sometimes get married. Sometimes they have kids... or maybe they'll just get a dog. They decorate an apartment together. Or maybe they buy a house. They fight over who has to do the dishes that night or the fact that someone didn't fill the gas tank.
They fight over serious things sometimes. Like when he forgot the anniversary or she blew off his insecurities. Sometimes they don't know how they're going to pay this month's bills.
But they love each other, so they talk. They work things out and they touch and talk and embrace. Because they'll always have love.
Just because someone is your life, doesn't mean they can't live with out you... they just don't want to. They'll fight with you, for you, even sometimes against you... just because they feel it's what is best for you. Sometimes you don't understand it. Sometimes you think they're being childish. Silent in spite. Self-righteous, even. Sometimes they're just taking time to sort their thoughts. Figure out how to fight and whether the other even wants them to fight.
Because fairytales are not easy... though all those cynical people like to assume they are suppose to be that way. Hasn't anyone noticed? The prince always needs to pass some sort of trial. The princess always has to struggle.
These so called "fairytales" happen all the time. They're just a little messier than Disney portrays them.
... I finished two books! Go me!
I'm going to start Confessions of a Shopaholic tonight (or tomorrow, at work).
First book finished: "Gods Behaving Badly"
It was a good read. In all honesty, I probably know the Greek Gods and Goddesses better now than I did before the book. It was frivilous (but most of the ancient stories were frivolous too, in a way). I almost feel that this could be required reading for mythology classes because it does connect something that seems so old-school with modern life. It was silly and entertaining, but interesting as well. Not to mention, there was a lovely little love story thrown in there. We all know a love story never hurts anything.
Apollo is a little manslut. Aphrodite worked the phone-sex lines. Dionysus owned a nightclub and Hermes did everything no one else wanted to do. Oh, and Eros was a Christian. Things like that.
And they all lived in a decrepid, dirty building in London.
It's a great summer read. Light and breezy, I found it to be rather entertaining.
second book: "Girls of Riyadh"
I also liked this book. It was interesting to see how love (idealist and practical) was viewed from a non-American point of view. I'll say this much, love is complicated no matter where you go. It's a constant struggle between what makes your heart soar to the highest heights and what is the right, logical thing to do. I felt for most of the girls... I didn't really like Gamrah, but I could even feel a bit sorry for her. She seemed to be so helpless and it annoyed me at times, but I also know that I've felt hopeless too. So I couldn't hold it against her too much.
It was a good read for me, as a girl, because the narrator was very sure to make a point that she was not judging her friends. She felt they did nothing wrong. They were living the life every girl in Saudi Arabia struggled with (and really, girls everywhere struggle with the same basic problem when it comes down to it).
I wouldn't recommend the book to a dude, but I have already handed it to my mother. I think most girls/women can find something of worth -- some sort of wisdom -- in it.
Even though I have no one to sing this song about right now, I'm in love with it.
Yeah, I've been listening to Ingrid Michaelson obsessively for the past few days.
"Maybe I think you're cute and funny... Maybe I want to do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean."
I mean, how cute is that. Haha.
Building a house on a mountain doesn't sound so terrible either. :)
And I mean, the song's all about two people who seem to be partners in crime.
That's what I want. And this song makes me happy, not bitter... So it's got to be good. Haha.
Ah, I'll find him someday.
Another one wandered in. Maybe this one had been there all along. Who knows? Probably only you.
All those words spoken were meaningless because you were never leaving.
Your roots are more firmly planted than hers.
Admit it, though? No.
A quiet arrogance, the thought that you knew more than anyone, was always something she secretly loved and hated about you. Love and hate were two passionate responses that were a daily part of her dealings with you. She felt alive if she was busy with either one.
She knows it's unhealthy, but emotions always rule. They rule you, even if you spoke in pragmatisms. They rule her, but she readily admits this. No decision is ever made in "logic" except for the ones you made for her.
She learned to never settle from you. Something she is thinking about unlearning because everyone settles eventually.
Now she's looking in on this new one. She wonders how this will transpire. Will this one also break you? Make you hate the world? Or will this one finally stick? Will there finally be a happy ending, even if it's not the one she had in mind?
Maybe she's meant to be alone. Maybe she's meant to be the one that wanders into their lives when they need someone and out once they're rebuilt and ready for someone more exciting.
She's not exciting; she's plain but lovely... still, unexciting. No, that's not quite right. She's not unexciting, she's steadfast. Steadfast is something she always thought would be a good thing, but really it's just caused her a lot of trouble.
She's unnamed. So are you. One of the many who have come and gone. She's the one who wonders, worries, paces and loses sleep. She's the one who sinks herself into delusions just so she can sleep. If she doesn't sleep, she fears the delusions will take over her waking life as well.
The last thing she needs is for someone to call her insane and techincally be right.
