Did a haircut today...
Today was such a crazy day for me. It started off pretty terribly. Woke up after an awful dream. I've been having bad family dreams as of late. Mostly involving them either dying or being bad people. Not a great way to start off the morning.
Followed that by some solid gossip girl watching time. I sort of hate myself for liking that show so much. Anyway, it pretty much went sourly for a while. Decided to take a drive to the grocery store to get the fixins for a pasta night and ended up on a 30 minute drive to Morro Bay. Wanted to scope out some of the scenes, and I really just enjoy going for drives to make myself feel better. (I'm about to go into period mode for the first time in 4 months, so, pms is running strong through my veins). On my way back to the grocery store from my nice drive I saw a dood on a bike and thought it might be my gentleman friend who I met a few days ago, and alas it was. It's impossible to not run into people in this town. So, I shot him a text, even though Ive been trying my best to not be a creep texter. I'm sort of addicted to texting and have to make a strong point to not do it obsessively and not scare away potential friends. So anyway, I sent one, and then he asked if I wanted to go for a ride on his motorcycle. Unfortunately I had made some plans for something else and said no, but we met across the street from my house for some tasty sandwiches. Well, I didn't get one, but, it was nice to hang out. I like being around people a lot, especially in my current mood.
SO after the casual hang, I came home and met up with my brother's friend Johnny/Greg (not sure what his actual name is) and gave him a haircut. This is when my day completely turned around. I hadn't done an actual haircut in so long and it felt great because I have still 'got it'. That made me stoked and I got a couple bucks now, Postponing the job hunt for another day. Haha. After the hair cut I remet up with my friend to go on an actual motorcycle ride around. It started off insanely scary and it's funny because he could tell each time I got more scared. All I can think about is "oh god, i have no insurance, oh god, i'm going to die" for at least the first 20 minutes. But then I got a tiny bit more comfortable. The scenery around this town is soooo beautiful, it doesn't even make sense to me. You can drive 5 minutes and there's beautiful morros and ocean and that sort of thing everywhere. It was hard to appreciate that at first on the bike, though, because my eyes were completely closed.
SO anyway, I came home and made some tasty sauce for pasta night. Called my brother to come over and enjoy it with me. I really like that I am able to do that. He lives 4 blocks from me, and that's pretty awesome. So dinner was great, and now we're going to pint night at this bar. Tons of college kids and I got hit on by this weird old guy last time telling me some joke about a guy with a wooden eye. Actually, maybe he wasn't hitting on me, but, I have no idea how to tell, so... anyway...
I'm really trying to get over myself here, and realize I've only been here 2 weeks. That's honestly not long. More time will produce more friends, i'm sure. I just get needy as fuck and miss the people from home so much. I wish they would get on here and post, just so I can feel a little more connected!
<3
Followed that by some solid gossip girl watching time. I sort of hate myself for liking that show so much. Anyway, it pretty much went sourly for a while. Decided to take a drive to the grocery store to get the fixins for a pasta night and ended up on a 30 minute drive to Morro Bay. Wanted to scope out some of the scenes, and I really just enjoy going for drives to make myself feel better. (I'm about to go into period mode for the first time in 4 months, so, pms is running strong through my veins). On my way back to the grocery store from my nice drive I saw a dood on a bike and thought it might be my gentleman friend who I met a few days ago, and alas it was. It's impossible to not run into people in this town. So, I shot him a text, even though Ive been trying my best to not be a creep texter. I'm sort of addicted to texting and have to make a strong point to not do it obsessively and not scare away potential friends. So anyway, I sent one, and then he asked if I wanted to go for a ride on his motorcycle. Unfortunately I had made some plans for something else and said no, but we met across the street from my house for some tasty sandwiches. Well, I didn't get one, but, it was nice to hang out. I like being around people a lot, especially in my current mood.
SO after the casual hang, I came home and met up with my brother's friend Johnny/Greg (not sure what his actual name is) and gave him a haircut. This is when my day completely turned around. I hadn't done an actual haircut in so long and it felt great because I have still 'got it'. That made me stoked and I got a couple bucks now, Postponing the job hunt for another day. Haha. After the hair cut I remet up with my friend to go on an actual motorcycle ride around. It started off insanely scary and it's funny because he could tell each time I got more scared. All I can think about is "oh god, i have no insurance, oh god, i'm going to die" for at least the first 20 minutes. But then I got a tiny bit more comfortable. The scenery around this town is soooo beautiful, it doesn't even make sense to me. You can drive 5 minutes and there's beautiful morros and ocean and that sort of thing everywhere. It was hard to appreciate that at first on the bike, though, because my eyes were completely closed.
SO anyway, I came home and made some tasty sauce for pasta night. Called my brother to come over and enjoy it with me. I really like that I am able to do that. He lives 4 blocks from me, and that's pretty awesome. So dinner was great, and now we're going to pint night at this bar. Tons of college kids and I got hit on by this weird old guy last time telling me some joke about a guy with a wooden eye. Actually, maybe he wasn't hitting on me, but, I have no idea how to tell, so... anyway...
I'm really trying to get over myself here, and realize I've only been here 2 weeks. That's honestly not long. More time will produce more friends, i'm sure. I just get needy as fuck and miss the people from home so much. I wish they would get on here and post, just so I can feel a little more connected!
<3