There's been this small thought nagging in the back of my mind the past couple days. See, I've laughed more and smiled more in the past two weeks than I have in ages. I love it down here.
But I'm so deathly afraid I'm pregnant. I love my boyfriend, I really do, but neither of us want children. And the past few days....
It's too early to tell. But I got this feeling...it's like...there's something drawing energy from me. This little alien thing in my ab region.
I really need to stop being so imaginative. And if it's true? I can tell myself I told you so.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Let The Good Times Roll....Sorta
Endless blue skies...lots of trees...mostly nice people...
I'm "home" now in the great ol' state of Alabama. And I'm feeling rather weird about the entire thing. I mean, yes, I don't want to move back to California, or move to New York, or any of those things....the entire thing just feels weird to me. I love my boy, I really do, I just...have never done this before. The entire thing is kinda....weird. As I have already said.
I dunno. What if I'm not meant to live in a nature-y place? Guess I'd pack my bags and go....again....
Bleh. Why can't life be simple?
I'm "home" now in the great ol' state of Alabama. And I'm feeling rather weird about the entire thing. I mean, yes, I don't want to move back to California, or move to New York, or any of those things....the entire thing just feels weird to me. I love my boy, I really do, I just...have never done this before. The entire thing is kinda....weird. As I have already said.
I dunno. What if I'm not meant to live in a nature-y place? Guess I'd pack my bags and go....again....
Bleh. Why can't life be simple?
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Holy Fucking Christ On a Stick
WARNING: This post really doesn't give a shit about social rules about what is polite and what is not. So cursing, talking about nasty things, etc, will most definitely occur, or I'll send you cookies.
So it's the tail end of my period, so I was tossing the pad into the dainty little box they always have attached to the wall of the bathroom stall, and I opened the top, and a plethora of colors greeted my eyes. It was like all those companies are trying to make periods 'trendy' and 'fun'. Hey, periods are fun! They're like a fiesta! I mean, look at the bright colors! I'm waiting for the day a commercial says this:
Periods--Fiestas in Your Pants!
*Please note, periods are not fiestas in the pants. Sex, now that is a fiesta in the pants. Not periods. Though I really don't have room to talk, because my periods are actually easy going other than killer cramps. You know, the kind that make you want to curl into a fetal position and whimper until the Bad Thing goes away? Yeah, those kinds.
And I just had something hit me. At the end of the week, I'll officially be a pastry chef. Of course I don't have the experience I need to be a full fledged on, but I got the learning and the fancy piece of paper saying I am.
....holy fucking shit, I'm a chef. Christ on a stick.
Someone give me a tub of ice cream and a spoon. This calls for comfort food, and celebration food, all at once.
So it's the tail end of my period, so I was tossing the pad into the dainty little box they always have attached to the wall of the bathroom stall, and I opened the top, and a plethora of colors greeted my eyes. It was like all those companies are trying to make periods 'trendy' and 'fun'. Hey, periods are fun! They're like a fiesta! I mean, look at the bright colors! I'm waiting for the day a commercial says this:
Periods--Fiestas in Your Pants!
*Please note, periods are not fiestas in the pants. Sex, now that is a fiesta in the pants. Not periods. Though I really don't have room to talk, because my periods are actually easy going other than killer cramps. You know, the kind that make you want to curl into a fetal position and whimper until the Bad Thing goes away? Yeah, those kinds.
And I just had something hit me. At the end of the week, I'll officially be a pastry chef. Of course I don't have the experience I need to be a full fledged on, but I got the learning and the fancy piece of paper saying I am.
....holy fucking shit, I'm a chef. Christ on a stick.
Someone give me a tub of ice cream and a spoon. This calls for comfort food, and celebration food, all at once.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
More Whining! Wheeee.
With the end of NaNoWriMo, and with nothing to distract me, my dislike of NYC has returned with a vengeance.
Oh, by the way, I won NaNoWriMo for the first time! Whooo! And I've already started in on the sequel. Well, one of them....I have some notes for a sequel far in the future, and a small scene from it already written. The actual follow up sequel directly following (time line wise) the story already written hasn't even begun to form in my head, so I'm messing around with other story ideas in the meantime. But I feel kinda bad while working on my sequels, given I haven't even finished the first story (not quite long enough to qualify for novel length). I need to edit and fill in some scenes I skipped and definitely fix awful writing sections. The awful writing section fixing actually won't happen for weeks, if not months, given that I need space to see what is really awful, and what is just me being nitpicky.
Anywho.
I'm tired, I've worked too much, I'm developing nerve damage in my hands, my friends are weirdos and slightly self-centered, and I'm still stuck at this bloody hostel til Sunday.
On the bright side, I get nearly two months of vacation. Which I desperately need, and quite honestly very much deserve. Even though Erik keeps bitching about not getting to see me for a month. Guess I shouldn't mention to him how hard giving up California is going to be for me. I know why people live there, despite the down sides. Oh well. Tis life. Either this new adventure will work out, or it won't.
Oh, by the way, I won NaNoWriMo for the first time! Whooo! And I've already started in on the sequel. Well, one of them....I have some notes for a sequel far in the future, and a small scene from it already written. The actual follow up sequel directly following (time line wise) the story already written hasn't even begun to form in my head, so I'm messing around with other story ideas in the meantime. But I feel kinda bad while working on my sequels, given I haven't even finished the first story (not quite long enough to qualify for novel length). I need to edit and fill in some scenes I skipped and definitely fix awful writing sections. The awful writing section fixing actually won't happen for weeks, if not months, given that I need space to see what is really awful, and what is just me being nitpicky.
Anywho.
I'm tired, I've worked too much, I'm developing nerve damage in my hands, my friends are weirdos and slightly self-centered, and I'm still stuck at this bloody hostel til Sunday.
On the bright side, I get nearly two months of vacation. Which I desperately need, and quite honestly very much deserve. Even though Erik keeps bitching about not getting to see me for a month. Guess I shouldn't mention to him how hard giving up California is going to be for me. I know why people live there, despite the down sides. Oh well. Tis life. Either this new adventure will work out, or it won't.
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