POST #391
I don't know what's up with me lately, but something is just not sitting right with me, life is just not sitting right with me. I wake up fine, which is a bit unusual, but then I go through the day waiting for the next thing to happen, even when the next thing has happened. Maybe it's just the stress of the Christmas season and wrapping up classes; let's hope that's the bulk of it.
Things with David and I have been a little tense lately but, again, I'm more than willing to put that blame on the season as well. I may very well have SAD, but... who doesn't these days, really? The thing is, even if I only have the slightest case, there's very little light down here (read: no windows) to even attempt to help keep me cheery. It's a tomb down here in the dark. David has been saying we need a big clock, too, that we can read in the dark. The clear solution is something like this, only... for less than $220.
I dunno. David's been super patient with me so far, crying for no reason, hating my body, eating all the fucking time, paying for my broke craving ass.
But I have good news! The Subway downtown looks like it's almost open! When I first saw they were opening I was, actually, really pissed off that more chains were encroaching. The historic commission is always bitching about what you can and cannot do in the historic district and it kinda sucks that there's no problem with a brand new fucking Subway just blocks away from my house where we have to have our front railing a certain height because it's 'historically accurate'. *shrugs* But I'm really excited about the convenience of being able to get $5 foot long Veggie Delite subs just steps away from my house. Seriously. Il Porto is the closest restaurant to me -- less than a block --, then Black Hog BBQ which is essentially steps away from Il Porto, and now the Subway. This Subway will be, like, a block and a half away. I used to go to La Dolce Vita all the time before they closed because they were pretty much literally in my backyard and I could go there alone without feeling like a tool. Now, with the Subway, I can see myself pretty much living there like with LDV, only... I won't sit there for hours like you can do in a café.
Other than food, I... got nothing to complain about, really. I don't think I mentioned that I got a new laptop for an early Christmas present, and I am loving her. Her name is Natalie. Natalie, meet my LiveJournal friends.
And Christmas is soon. Two weeks or something ranunculus. (Yes, I meant to say that. I'm phasing it in, pardon me.)
And I'm working my ass off until Christmas, working two part-time retail jobs now that school's out until late January. But it'll be worth the money (read: the money I'll use to buy Christmas presents at the last minute.)
I wish I had the goddamn time to clean and decorate and Martha Stewart the fuck out of this place, but, no, probably no such luck. Mom said today she wanted her Christmas present to be that I keep this place clean for a year. I told her, no joke, that I'd rather give her $300.
But I keep telling myself that one day I'll have it all figured out. Be it after I get my AA here and go on to Portland, with or without a (few) friend(s), or... you know, later.
(Let me say that this is the current object of my material-possession-lust/objectum sexuality: a steamer trunk turned fold-up-able office. Sex, right? Not to mention these gorgeous lighting fixtures and glass shades. Ugh, I shouldn't subscribe to so many design blogs; it hurts me.
Well, anyway. An update for you, how's that?
Things with David and I have been a little tense lately but, again, I'm more than willing to put that blame on the season as well. I may very well have SAD, but... who doesn't these days, really? The thing is, even if I only have the slightest case, there's very little light down here (read: no windows) to even attempt to help keep me cheery. It's a tomb down here in the dark. David has been saying we need a big clock, too, that we can read in the dark. The clear solution is something like this, only... for less than $220.
I dunno. David's been super patient with me so far, crying for no reason, hating my body, eating all the fucking time, paying for my broke craving ass.
But I have good news! The Subway downtown looks like it's almost open! When I first saw they were opening I was, actually, really pissed off that more chains were encroaching. The historic commission is always bitching about what you can and cannot do in the historic district and it kinda sucks that there's no problem with a brand new fucking Subway just blocks away from my house where we have to have our front railing a certain height because it's 'historically accurate'. *shrugs* But I'm really excited about the convenience of being able to get $5 foot long Veggie Delite subs just steps away from my house. Seriously. Il Porto is the closest restaurant to me -- less than a block --, then Black Hog BBQ which is essentially steps away from Il Porto, and now the Subway. This Subway will be, like, a block and a half away. I used to go to La Dolce Vita all the time before they closed because they were pretty much literally in my backyard and I could go there alone without feeling like a tool. Now, with the Subway, I can see myself pretty much living there like with LDV, only... I won't sit there for hours like you can do in a café.
Other than food, I... got nothing to complain about, really. I don't think I mentioned that I got a new laptop for an early Christmas present, and I am loving her. Her name is Natalie. Natalie, meet my LiveJournal friends.
And Christmas is soon. Two weeks or something ranunculus. (Yes, I meant to say that. I'm phasing it in, pardon me.)
And I'm working my ass off until Christmas, working two part-time retail jobs now that school's out until late January. But it'll be worth the money (read: the money I'll use to buy Christmas presents at the last minute.)
I wish I had the goddamn time to clean and decorate and Martha Stewart the fuck out of this place, but, no, probably no such luck. Mom said today she wanted her Christmas present to be that I keep this place clean for a year. I told her, no joke, that I'd rather give her $300.
But I keep telling myself that one day I'll have it all figured out. Be it after I get my AA here and go on to Portland, with or without a (few) friend(s), or... you know, later.
(Let me say that this is the current object of my material-possession-lust/objectum sexuality: a steamer trunk turned fold-up-able office. Sex, right? Not to mention these gorgeous lighting fixtures and glass shades. Ugh, I shouldn't subscribe to so many design blogs; it hurts me.
Well, anyway. An update for you, how's that?