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[music| The One I Love//Bush ]
I think I'm losing weight. Yay! I think it's because I've been eating less (especially with all the finals of school and whatnot - who would've guessed I'd be one of those people that loses their appetite when they're stressed?), and I haven't called in sick to work for a while.
My job is a fair bit of physical labor. Bending, lifting, walking, carrying. Yeah, it's a library, but we do set-ups for events and all sorts of things. Now my mother is on a diet kick, so we have all kinds of healthy foods in the house. Well, like Weight Watchers cake and Reduced Fat Cheez-Its. But those count, right?
All of my shows are over. So I'm reading more. No, not just fanfic. I do have a life outside of my computer. Books. I'm re-reading J.D. Robb's (Nora Roberts) In Death series. I read the latest last week, and all the characters and references to past storylines weren't coming back to me as much as they should've. So I'm starting from the beginning.
It's so strange. I can just look at the cover and, in my head, come up with the plotline, major points, and character developments. I'm a little freaky. Like, "Oh, this is the one with the subliminal messages inside Virtual Reality toys. A co-worker of Roarke's is behind it. Inappropriate sex." *rolls eyes* Why can't I do that with things for school, or work, or the rest of my life even?
I keep running into a guy I went to high school with. Big D. Saw him working at the Gamestop in the mall (was getting Littlest Brother's b-day gift). Was talking to him and said something along the lines of, "Oh, I didn't know you worked here. I thought it was closer to home." Which I thought was legit; I knew he worked in that store (Okay, maybe not that store, but a store like it; something to do with video games). To which he replies, "Wow, you must not listen."
I've been getting that feeling a lot lately. Like, I can't recall things people have told me, I can't remember Ingrid's birthday for the life of me, nor Jackie's. Where people work, or their hours, shit like that. Normal, everyday stuff I should know.
So what's wrong with me? And why am I not more concerned about it? I should be more concerned about it, right? *shrugs*
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[music| The One I Love//Bush ]
I think I'm losing weight. Yay! I think it's because I've been eating less (especially with all the finals of school and whatnot - who would've guessed I'd be one of those people that loses their appetite when they're stressed?), and I haven't called in sick to work for a while.
My job is a fair bit of physical labor. Bending, lifting, walking, carrying. Yeah, it's a library, but we do set-ups for events and all sorts of things. Now my mother is on a diet kick, so we have all kinds of healthy foods in the house. Well, like Weight Watchers cake and Reduced Fat Cheez-Its. But those count, right?
All of my shows are over. So I'm reading more. No, not just fanfic. I do have a life outside of my computer. Books. I'm re-reading J.D. Robb's (Nora Roberts) In Death series. I read the latest last week, and all the characters and references to past storylines weren't coming back to me as much as they should've. So I'm starting from the beginning.
It's so strange. I can just look at the cover and, in my head, come up with the plotline, major points, and character developments. I'm a little freaky. Like, "Oh, this is the one with the subliminal messages inside Virtual Reality toys. A co-worker of Roarke's is behind it. Inappropriate sex." *rolls eyes* Why can't I do that with things for school, or work, or the rest of my life even?
I keep running into a guy I went to high school with. Big D. Saw him working at the Gamestop in the mall (was getting Littlest Brother's b-day gift). Was talking to him and said something along the lines of, "Oh, I didn't know you worked here. I thought it was closer to home." Which I thought was legit; I knew he worked in that store (Okay, maybe not that store, but a store like it; something to do with video games). To which he replies, "Wow, you must not listen."
I've been getting that feeling a lot lately. Like, I can't recall things people have told me, I can't remember Ingrid's birthday for the life of me, nor Jackie's. Where people work, or their hours, shit like that. Normal, everyday stuff I should know.
So what's wrong with me? And why am I not more concerned about it? I should be more concerned about it, right? *shrugs*