Thoughts from today:
I've never really considered myself particularly moody. Yeah, I know. That doesn't really seem to jive with what you know about me. I think of me as being more... intense than anything else, I guess.
Maybe I'm just splitting hairs on this one, but whatevs, they're my damn hairs.
Anyway, I happen to think about this a lot. Which is weird for a girl who hates to talk about her feelings. But yeah, when I find myself red faced and shaking with anger, or on the verge of tears, or what have you, sometimes I'll stop and sort of ask myself how did I get here? Sometimes I can trace it back to something, however non-sensical it may be. For example, I can now recognize when it's been too long since I've had physical contact. I don't mean the dirty kind, necessarily. It's actually kind of freaky how out of whack I get when I go to long without that kind of thing.
I'm sure hormones have something to do with it. (Another reason not to mess with whatever hormones I have; which is hard to explain to a doctor :P). I'm kind of hoping the tubal will maybe have a dampening effect on my craziness. (Even if it doesn't, maybe there will be some sort of placebo effect?)
Also, the problem with writing like you think is that you (and I mean me) use entirely too many parentheses (see?).
Is that enough about feelings for you? Me too.
Omg. A whole post without swearing?
Fuck no.
In other news, I'm starting to really resent BluesFest. I know, I know, you are really excited about it and there are so many good shows, blah blah. Listen, I don't really listen to music. Pretty much at all. I don't even listen to the radio. And since chinchilathehun is going to bring up my embarrassing collection of CDs; I don't listen to them either. I don't know who sang that song and I don't know what that lead singer looks like. So yeah, BluesFest. Everyone I know is all excited and the damn thing comes up in approximately 65% percent of conversations. And I'm not going. I have virtually no interest in the whole thing, and at this point, even if someone bought me tickets because they really wanted me specifically to go with them, I'd be hard-pressed to accept. Just on principle. It's kind of like the movie Grease; everyone has seen it, most people adore it. I'm told over and over how I just have to see the damn thing. I refuse. I am going to do my damned best to die without ever having seen that movie.
By the way, today's is a long post because I'm basically jotting down thoughts as they come to me and then I will send this to me at the end of the day.
I really like my field of work. It can be really (really really) tedious, but I get this odd satisfaction in putting together a pretty good TRA. Or just figuring out the best way to describe a threat or whatever. Oh don't worry, your tax dollars also go to me providing "advice and guidance". Heh heh.
Ok, so more about not having mood swings... there is nothing like talking sex and then seeing a HUGE MONSTER SPIDER right outside my office (outside outside thank gods).
Goody, the fire bells are going off. No, we're not evacuating, it is just a test of the bells. I was just asked how I can work with this noise; I pointed to my annoying co-worker's cube.
Great. I just JUST realized that the CV I've been using for over two years has a spelling error. "Threat and Risk Assesments". Good god. (Note to self: submit this and "Y-O-U...T-O" to MTS)
Good gods, I love the summer movie season. Die Hard? Transformers? Ocean's 13? Die Hard??? It's like a wet dream but on the big screen. (Ok: "It's like a wet dream on a crust." Name that movie) Anyway, how can one NOT get excited for this time of year? I just don't know. I have to stop, I'm getting way too excited about that.
Maybe I'm just splitting hairs on this one, but whatevs, they're my damn hairs.
Anyway, I happen to think about this a lot. Which is weird for a girl who hates to talk about her feelings. But yeah, when I find myself red faced and shaking with anger, or on the verge of tears, or what have you, sometimes I'll stop and sort of ask myself how did I get here? Sometimes I can trace it back to something, however non-sensical it may be. For example, I can now recognize when it's been too long since I've had physical contact. I don't mean the dirty kind, necessarily. It's actually kind of freaky how out of whack I get when I go to long without that kind of thing.
I'm sure hormones have something to do with it. (Another reason not to mess with whatever hormones I have; which is hard to explain to a doctor :P). I'm kind of hoping the tubal will maybe have a dampening effect on my craziness. (Even if it doesn't, maybe there will be some sort of placebo effect?)
Also, the problem with writing like you think is that you (and I mean me) use entirely too many parentheses (see?).
Is that enough about feelings for you? Me too.
Omg. A whole post without swearing?
Fuck no.
In other news, I'm starting to really resent BluesFest. I know, I know, you are really excited about it and there are so many good shows, blah blah. Listen, I don't really listen to music. Pretty much at all. I don't even listen to the radio. And since chinchilathehun is going to bring up my embarrassing collection of CDs; I don't listen to them either. I don't know who sang that song and I don't know what that lead singer looks like. So yeah, BluesFest. Everyone I know is all excited and the damn thing comes up in approximately 65% percent of conversations. And I'm not going. I have virtually no interest in the whole thing, and at this point, even if someone bought me tickets because they really wanted me specifically to go with them, I'd be hard-pressed to accept. Just on principle. It's kind of like the movie Grease; everyone has seen it, most people adore it. I'm told over and over how I just have to see the damn thing. I refuse. I am going to do my damned best to die without ever having seen that movie.
By the way, today's is a long post because I'm basically jotting down thoughts as they come to me and then I will send this to me at the end of the day.
I really like my field of work. It can be really (really really) tedious, but I get this odd satisfaction in putting together a pretty good TRA. Or just figuring out the best way to describe a threat or whatever. Oh don't worry, your tax dollars also go to me providing "advice and guidance". Heh heh.
Ok, so more about not having mood swings... there is nothing like talking sex and then seeing a HUGE MONSTER SPIDER right outside my office (outside outside thank gods).
Goody, the fire bells are going off. No, we're not evacuating, it is just a test of the bells. I was just asked how I can work with this noise; I pointed to my annoying co-worker's cube.
Great. I just JUST realized that the CV I've been using for over two years has a spelling error. "Threat and Risk Assesments". Good god. (Note to self: submit this and "Y-O-U...T-O" to MTS)
Good gods, I love the summer movie season. Die Hard? Transformers? Ocean's 13? Die Hard??? It's like a wet dream but on the big screen. (Ok: "It's like a wet dream on a crust." Name that movie) Anyway, how can one NOT get excited for this time of year? I just don't know. I have to stop, I'm getting way too excited about that.