Living Alone
Me: Goes to church, then doesn't leave my house until Wednesday evening
Also me: I'm healed! I even walked my stairs without my brace and it didn't hurt!
Also also me: Walks 2 feet on the main level. In the words of That Guy From Princess Mononoke: I'M HEALED! Ooh, ah, nope, still hurts.
Me: Goes to WalMart anyway because groceries. Hah! Knee regression!
Anywho, that's a weird way of saying I thought I was better, but then I moved and realized I wasn't. :D
So yeah, I did not leave my house between getting home from Church on Sunday (4:30) and going grocery shopping Wednesday evening (7:00). It was kind of nice, actually.
Not that I didn't interact with people:
In no particular order, Interaction 1:
My Spinsters came over for dinner, which I volunteered to make and then made. As the girls were sitting around chatting, dinner inevitably came up and they told me it was good, which was a huge relief because I waaaay overdid it on the mayonnaise (partially cause I love mayo, partially cause I wan't paying a lick of attention and just added more until it occurred to me I should maybe taste it--I made Conference Chicken, by the way. Don't think I said that). Emily asked what I'd made the sauce out of, so I said mayo. There was a moment of silence, and then they all burst out laughing, then laughed harder when they realized I was being serious and holy crap they just ate a ton of mayonnaise.
Then Karen and Emily stayed until 11:00 and it was glorious.
Interaction 2:
Called my momma and talked to her a time or two. Now she's in a vastly different time zone and I'm on my own for two weeks.
Interaction 3:
Spent quite a while talking with Wesley. I like talking to him, because he's one of the few males I know who actually listens when I talk. He doesn't dismiss my interests because they aren't his or my ideas because they aren't his (or I'm female--yes, boys do still treat women like that). The other day he had some questions about Star Wars, so he called me, the resident expert, and we got down to the nitty-gritty about Jedi dogma and the state of the Republic and the Confederacy. Then we seamlessly transitioned into an in-depth discussion about Randland and what life will be like in the White and Black Towers now that the Last Battle has been fought.
It was a fun conversation. I like talking with him.
Interaciton 4:
Talked with my sister. We've actually spoken quite a bit since I got back from Nashville. They've facetimed me and I've called her (or she's called me) several times and we just shoot the breeze. Today we talked about life 20 years ago because I'm in the process of organizing some things and I found all my old artwork (did you know I used to pretend I was an artist? Because I did. Until I was about 13, I knew I was going to be an artist. Then I realized I hate pictures and much prefer words and jumped ship to the world of writing). It was great fun going through my art because it was a walk down memory lane of fandom, of shipping, and of art styles (holy crap 11 year old me was baaad). I shared a few pictures with her, and we briefly reminisced. Then we discussed all the stuffed animals I now have courtesy of my parents giving me everything any of us ever owned, and not everything in those two tubs was actually mine.
Interaction 5:
Kjersten came over on Monday, as she always does, and we watched Oh My Venus. I expressed a deep and abiding love of muddy buddies during Relief Society, and since Kjersten 1) likes the kitchen, 2) likes me, 3) thinks cooking is fun, she made some and brought them over. Mmmmm. My friends are too good to me.
Interaction 6:
Spent an hour or so texting with Eli and he updated me on his love life. If that boy ever gets married, our friendship will be at an end as he will have nothing left to say to me. :) But he is useful in giving me boy advice. There's this boy I've kind of been dancing around for the better part of 18 months, and I invited him to a movie last Tuesday. He was gung-ho about it, until I woke up that morning to a text wherein he cancelled on me. And I mean, yeah, it was a legit reason, as he was not feeling well, but that's the third time he's cancelled or backed out due to "not feeling well" (no, he's not chronically ill, at least to my knowledge), and I'm kind of done with it. After relating all this to Eli, he told me to drop the kid like a hot potato. As that matches how I was feeling anyway, I did. Am. Will. Whatever.
So. There you have it. This has been a rambling journal entry with no point (aren't they all?) that I mostly wrote to help me process the emotional trauma of my current kdrama (COMMUNICATION, PEOPLE. ALSO SHE'S GOING TO DIE AND THEN HE WILL CRY BECAUSE BRAIN TUMORS DO THAT TO PEOPLE). Perhaps tomorrow I will read another book as I've already read 2 this week, and I'll keep watching my psychologically scarring drama and maybe throw some writing in there because I am now 2,000 words behind where I wanted to be.
The end. :D
"Living alone is like saying you've given up. It's one step away from letting your hair go gray and caring about animals." ~~Cricket, Hart of Dixie (this line made me die laughing)
Also me: I'm healed! I even walked my stairs without my brace and it didn't hurt!
Also also me: Walks 2 feet on the main level. In the words of That Guy From Princess Mononoke: I'M HEALED! Ooh, ah, nope, still hurts.
Me: Goes to WalMart anyway because groceries. Hah! Knee regression!
Anywho, that's a weird way of saying I thought I was better, but then I moved and realized I wasn't. :D
So yeah, I did not leave my house between getting home from Church on Sunday (4:30) and going grocery shopping Wednesday evening (7:00). It was kind of nice, actually.
Not that I didn't interact with people:
In no particular order, Interaction 1:
My Spinsters came over for dinner, which I volunteered to make and then made. As the girls were sitting around chatting, dinner inevitably came up and they told me it was good, which was a huge relief because I waaaay overdid it on the mayonnaise (partially cause I love mayo, partially cause I wan't paying a lick of attention and just added more until it occurred to me I should maybe taste it--I made Conference Chicken, by the way. Don't think I said that). Emily asked what I'd made the sauce out of, so I said mayo. There was a moment of silence, and then they all burst out laughing, then laughed harder when they realized I was being serious and holy crap they just ate a ton of mayonnaise.
Then Karen and Emily stayed until 11:00 and it was glorious.
Interaction 2:
Called my momma and talked to her a time or two. Now she's in a vastly different time zone and I'm on my own for two weeks.
Interaction 3:
Spent quite a while talking with Wesley. I like talking to him, because he's one of the few males I know who actually listens when I talk. He doesn't dismiss my interests because they aren't his or my ideas because they aren't his (or I'm female--yes, boys do still treat women like that). The other day he had some questions about Star Wars, so he called me, the resident expert, and we got down to the nitty-gritty about Jedi dogma and the state of the Republic and the Confederacy. Then we seamlessly transitioned into an in-depth discussion about Randland and what life will be like in the White and Black Towers now that the Last Battle has been fought.
It was a fun conversation. I like talking with him.
Interaciton 4:
Talked with my sister. We've actually spoken quite a bit since I got back from Nashville. They've facetimed me and I've called her (or she's called me) several times and we just shoot the breeze. Today we talked about life 20 years ago because I'm in the process of organizing some things and I found all my old artwork (did you know I used to pretend I was an artist? Because I did. Until I was about 13, I knew I was going to be an artist. Then I realized I hate pictures and much prefer words and jumped ship to the world of writing). It was great fun going through my art because it was a walk down memory lane of fandom, of shipping, and of art styles (holy crap 11 year old me was baaad). I shared a few pictures with her, and we briefly reminisced. Then we discussed all the stuffed animals I now have courtesy of my parents giving me everything any of us ever owned, and not everything in those two tubs was actually mine.
Interaction 5:
Kjersten came over on Monday, as she always does, and we watched Oh My Venus. I expressed a deep and abiding love of muddy buddies during Relief Society, and since Kjersten 1) likes the kitchen, 2) likes me, 3) thinks cooking is fun, she made some and brought them over. Mmmmm. My friends are too good to me.
Interaction 6:
Spent an hour or so texting with Eli and he updated me on his love life. If that boy ever gets married, our friendship will be at an end as he will have nothing left to say to me. :) But he is useful in giving me boy advice. There's this boy I've kind of been dancing around for the better part of 18 months, and I invited him to a movie last Tuesday. He was gung-ho about it, until I woke up that morning to a text wherein he cancelled on me. And I mean, yeah, it was a legit reason, as he was not feeling well, but that's the third time he's cancelled or backed out due to "not feeling well" (no, he's not chronically ill, at least to my knowledge), and I'm kind of done with it. After relating all this to Eli, he told me to drop the kid like a hot potato. As that matches how I was feeling anyway, I did. Am. Will. Whatever.
So. There you have it. This has been a rambling journal entry with no point (aren't they all?) that I mostly wrote to help me process the emotional trauma of my current kdrama (COMMUNICATION, PEOPLE. ALSO SHE'S GOING TO DIE AND THEN HE WILL CRY BECAUSE BRAIN TUMORS DO THAT TO PEOPLE). Perhaps tomorrow I will read another book as I've already read 2 this week, and I'll keep watching my psychologically scarring drama and maybe throw some writing in there because I am now 2,000 words behind where I wanted to be.
The end. :D
"Living alone is like saying you've given up. It's one step away from letting your hair go gray and caring about animals." ~~Cricket, Hart of Dixie (this line made me die laughing)