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I’m getting restless again. Not like I did before, where everything in me screamed for a life change. This is a little more settled. I think. I hope? I’m trying to counter it by making plans, big plans, though slightly far into the future.
Alison’s supposed to come back and visit again for New Year’s, and I’m looking forward to that. Hard to believe it’s only four months away now; it seems like last New Year’s was only a week or two ago. Sweet memories, though they did go a little sour with age. We’ve already decided to spend New Year’s Day wallowing in utter geekness, wading through my X-Men series collection and probably making cupcakes again. I’m kind of excited about that, actually. I might do it early, just for fun.
After New Year’s, there’s a month of anticipation building up to… Ikki-Con! That’s right, folks, I’m going to my first convention. I should have done this a few years ago, but the timing and finances were never right. This time might not be either, but I have enough advance notice that I’m going to force the circumstances to work out in my favor. I’m very excited about it. Janie’s going to see if we can both volunteer and room together, and since Gee’s birthday is only a few weeks after that, he might get an early party that I could actually attend. Janet’s in a frenzy to go ever since she found out that the original green Power Ranger is going to be there, not that I blame her. Jess seems to be pretty excited as well. This isn’t usual activities for any of us, but I think we’ll all have a really good time. And maybe I’ll get to see Mikey, which would completely make my year.
And last there’s the whole weight issue. I’m not fat and don’t think I’m saying otherwise. But I’m not happy with the shape I’m in, and it’s reaching a point where I’m unhappy enough to do something about it. I get in moods where I want to exercise, but exercise videos make me feel like an idiot and the only piece of exercise equipment in my house is an ancient treadmill with a belt that slips if you go faster than 4 miles an hour, i.e. anything faster than a stroll. I can’t get myself to consistently do regular stretching and calisthenics, and for some reason we just don’t have a jump rope anymore.
I think I just need to make a change or two. My wardrobe is either too juvenile for work or so worn that the pieces are starting to fall apart, but I’m too broke to just replace things. I can’t get any new ink until after the convention or at least till I’ve saved double what I need and then some. My hair can only be chopped and dyed so often, and more piercings are out of the question till I find a job that allows them. Which isn’t likely to be soon. *sigh* Someday…
I am missing something, and I can’t figure out what it is. Everything leaves me feeling hollow.
Alison’s supposed to come back and visit again for New Year’s, and I’m looking forward to that. Hard to believe it’s only four months away now; it seems like last New Year’s was only a week or two ago. Sweet memories, though they did go a little sour with age. We’ve already decided to spend New Year’s Day wallowing in utter geekness, wading through my X-Men series collection and probably making cupcakes again. I’m kind of excited about that, actually. I might do it early, just for fun.
After New Year’s, there’s a month of anticipation building up to… Ikki-Con! That’s right, folks, I’m going to my first convention. I should have done this a few years ago, but the timing and finances were never right. This time might not be either, but I have enough advance notice that I’m going to force the circumstances to work out in my favor. I’m very excited about it. Janie’s going to see if we can both volunteer and room together, and since Gee’s birthday is only a few weeks after that, he might get an early party that I could actually attend. Janet’s in a frenzy to go ever since she found out that the original green Power Ranger is going to be there, not that I blame her. Jess seems to be pretty excited as well. This isn’t usual activities for any of us, but I think we’ll all have a really good time. And maybe I’ll get to see Mikey, which would completely make my year.
And last there’s the whole weight issue. I’m not fat and don’t think I’m saying otherwise. But I’m not happy with the shape I’m in, and it’s reaching a point where I’m unhappy enough to do something about it. I get in moods where I want to exercise, but exercise videos make me feel like an idiot and the only piece of exercise equipment in my house is an ancient treadmill with a belt that slips if you go faster than 4 miles an hour, i.e. anything faster than a stroll. I can’t get myself to consistently do regular stretching and calisthenics, and for some reason we just don’t have a jump rope anymore.
I think I just need to make a change or two. My wardrobe is either too juvenile for work or so worn that the pieces are starting to fall apart, but I’m too broke to just replace things. I can’t get any new ink until after the convention or at least till I’ve saved double what I need and then some. My hair can only be chopped and dyed so often, and more piercings are out of the question till I find a job that allows them. Which isn’t likely to be soon. *sigh* Someday…
I am missing something, and I can’t figure out what it is. Everything leaves me feeling hollow.