Yeşil
This house is INFESTED with flies. AAAAAARRRRRG!!!!!!!!!!!
*Does a Charlie Brown football kick at a fly*
Anyways...HI! *waves* I'm back in Marquette, yet again. I'm really hoping that I just might get something accomplished before I leave this time. I have a laundry list of things to accomplish tomorrow, and by jove, I shall do it! (Har har says Queen Laze-ee Bum) I'm really hoping that my mother will be in a good mood tomorrow, seeing as my sister will be coming back up here, and that she won't be stubbornly infuriating with her nonsense. Granted, I can see where her paranoia stems from, and what she's trying to do, but what she doesn't realize is that her paranoia is out of line and uncalled for, and instead of "trying to teach me a lesson" she's just making it so I want to have a complete and utter melt down. Rawr. And to think she wants me to move back in with her so I can deal with this daily? Uh, k no thanks.
Today I did something pretty out there, at least by Marinette/Menominee standards. I went out in public with *gasp* crazy-wild baby dreads. Honestly? My hair pretty much looks like shit. I need maintenance like crazy. BUT! My bangs are short and cute-ish (so Cam tells me), and for some reason I just felt confident. I only received a few odd looks, and that's about it. No comments...no looks of horrid distain. It just felt SO NICE not to be wearing a bandana for once. Now to rein in all these loose bits and to get the bottoms to stop falling out...then maybe, just maybe I can get them to look like real dreads : )
I missed my positive/confident self. It's nice to see it once again.
Lately, something good has been coming around to pinch me in the ass and waking me up. It's been little positive things that have just been begging for me to look at them and go "hey, wow." in a really good way. What I'm talking about is the affect that I have on others. Now, I typically try to be careful about how I treat others face to face. I really don't like to bring anyone down. Even in a state of depression, I still try to keep everyone else happy on some level. I suppose though I have managed to forget to take into account the effects that I have on people on an unconscious level. Lately people have been pointing towards the positive effects that I have on others. One example would be me saying something simple, and having some kind of positive impact that resulted in a man finding a passion in something that he never wanted to try, and in turn that little sentence had also given SP&D it's current bass drummer (which is no longer me, and without him, the band would be up a bit of a creek). It's also weird little things that are mentioned to me at work. People there are always trying to get me to smile. Apparently I look hellishly cranky when I'm working, so someone is always saying "Smile dammit!!!" and naturally I do. I'm still finding it kind of weird when someone states "Hey, what's up? You' re not your usual smiley self today.." or "HEY! There's that smiling face." It's really really weird to feel the vibe of all your co-workers change based upon one person's mood, let alone your own. Now that I'm more or less settled in there right now, I go through more or less three different mood settings in an 8-12 hour shift, and its very odd to feel everyone else kind of go with me. At least I have not one, but TWO people that can more or less bring me out of a negative funk at work. There are two others that could also do the trick, but unfortunately I don't see one much and the other is out on medical : / I can honestly say that my last day at KSU will be a sad one. The people that I work with are a hoot, and are just absolutely amazing in each of their own ways.
I really kind of lost track with where I was going with that, but I guess the moral of the story is, everyone impacts everyone. I'm glad that I'm impacting some people in a positive fashion. I really love leaving people while they have a smile on their face.
Erm, I had something else to babble about. Now what was it?
...
Eeeeeh, who knows. I can always add more later.
Peace, love, and uh...toilet paper.
*Does a Charlie Brown football kick at a fly*
Anyways...HI! *waves* I'm back in Marquette, yet again. I'm really hoping that I just might get something accomplished before I leave this time. I have a laundry list of things to accomplish tomorrow, and by jove, I shall do it! (Har har says Queen Laze-ee Bum) I'm really hoping that my mother will be in a good mood tomorrow, seeing as my sister will be coming back up here, and that she won't be stubbornly infuriating with her nonsense. Granted, I can see where her paranoia stems from, and what she's trying to do, but what she doesn't realize is that her paranoia is out of line and uncalled for, and instead of "trying to teach me a lesson" she's just making it so I want to have a complete and utter melt down. Rawr. And to think she wants me to move back in with her so I can deal with this daily? Uh, k no thanks.
Today I did something pretty out there, at least by Marinette/Menominee standards. I went out in public with *gasp* crazy-wild baby dreads. Honestly? My hair pretty much looks like shit. I need maintenance like crazy. BUT! My bangs are short and cute-ish (so Cam tells me), and for some reason I just felt confident. I only received a few odd looks, and that's about it. No comments...no looks of horrid distain. It just felt SO NICE not to be wearing a bandana for once. Now to rein in all these loose bits and to get the bottoms to stop falling out...then maybe, just maybe I can get them to look like real dreads : )
I missed my positive/confident self. It's nice to see it once again.
Lately, something good has been coming around to pinch me in the ass and waking me up. It's been little positive things that have just been begging for me to look at them and go "hey, wow." in a really good way. What I'm talking about is the affect that I have on others. Now, I typically try to be careful about how I treat others face to face. I really don't like to bring anyone down. Even in a state of depression, I still try to keep everyone else happy on some level. I suppose though I have managed to forget to take into account the effects that I have on people on an unconscious level. Lately people have been pointing towards the positive effects that I have on others. One example would be me saying something simple, and having some kind of positive impact that resulted in a man finding a passion in something that he never wanted to try, and in turn that little sentence had also given SP&D it's current bass drummer (which is no longer me, and without him, the band would be up a bit of a creek). It's also weird little things that are mentioned to me at work. People there are always trying to get me to smile. Apparently I look hellishly cranky when I'm working, so someone is always saying "Smile dammit!!!" and naturally I do. I'm still finding it kind of weird when someone states "Hey, what's up? You' re not your usual smiley self today.." or "HEY! There's that smiling face." It's really really weird to feel the vibe of all your co-workers change based upon one person's mood, let alone your own. Now that I'm more or less settled in there right now, I go through more or less three different mood settings in an 8-12 hour shift, and its very odd to feel everyone else kind of go with me. At least I have not one, but TWO people that can more or less bring me out of a negative funk at work. There are two others that could also do the trick, but unfortunately I don't see one much and the other is out on medical : / I can honestly say that my last day at KSU will be a sad one. The people that I work with are a hoot, and are just absolutely amazing in each of their own ways.
I really kind of lost track with where I was going with that, but I guess the moral of the story is, everyone impacts everyone. I'm glad that I'm impacting some people in a positive fashion. I really love leaving people while they have a smile on their face.
Erm, I had something else to babble about. Now what was it?
...
Eeeeeh, who knows. I can always add more later.
Peace, love, and uh...toilet paper.