Life, the Universe, and Everything
I miss Stacy and am worried about her. She is depressed and I haven't been there for her like I should be. I've still been trying to get settled, and thought that a little bit if space would be good, but not when you're best friend isn't feeling well. As with the turn of the weather, the changing tides, and direction of wind, life has its own shifts, and sometimes it takes a little extra to get through it.
I wanted to invite her to dinner last night over @ Hannah's place, because I thought it would be nice, she could meet my new friends and I've told them about her, but Hannah is paranoid about her security, and didn't feel comfortable meeting someone for the first time at her home. I'm not sure why, because the first night I met her, she freaked out about her security and didn't want to go home alone so I walked her home and she had me come up and watch part of a movie... so I dunno. She is a nice gal, she is funny, but she is rather tiring sometimes, after a while, to be around I have to admit. First of all she's totally girl crazy and talks about girls and dating and checking girls out every 2 seconds and I am not in that same mind frame in my life currently so I am half-heartedly engaging in her banter regarding all of her dates and match.com and women and etc. Second, I think she has a serious case of ADD. She will ask you a question, then before you can answer, immediately ask you another question completely off the topic. Then you tell her something and 2 minutes later asks you the same thing you had just told her. And then later on when she applies the information you've just provided her twice, she gets a detail wrong, or backward... sometimes it is rather taxing after a while.
Laurel is cool, she is more down to earth and level headed about life and things, and as with my friend Crystal am able to have more interesting and structured conversation. Yesterday I had planned on finally finishing all my laundry, finishing washing the dishes (don't wanna use the portable dishwasher just yet, trying to conserve $ and water), get my new sheet and comforter on the bed, put away the last remaining items currently existing in boxes away, figure out how to get the cable tv in my bedroom, and hang pictures on the walls. Instead, my day suddenly changed unexpectedly when Laurel sent me a txt, saying that we should go for coffee before dinner. Sure, I said. Then she said she was on her way over to my house, by foot. I asked why and she said we are going to coffee. Before dinner meant "way before dinner" i.e. 11:AM. So I had to get dressed and all that, then we went to cap hill, to Bauhaus which is Crystal's favorite coffee sippin' joint. We were there for a bit just chatting, and headed over to Twice Sold Tales, a used bookstore that this funny lady owns, and she's got 4 or 5 cats roaming around. A bookstore isn't a bookstore without bookstore kitties, I always say. After I purchased several books we went to Magnolia, because she wanted to see a real live view of the city from afar, rather than just in pictures. We caught a really rad sunset, too, casting its orange/red/pink glow over the calm waters of the Puget Sound. Then we went to Hannah's, where she had cooked spaghetti and made salad. Then tried to get us to eat cookies, pie, and candy, none of which I had been interested in.
I long for Stacy's meatballs. lol. That girl is a good cook, and now that her kitchen is free of my burdens, she's got it clean and neat. She can cook again and no doubt feels much more comfortable in there. Maybe I'll buy the ingredients, providing that she then cook me her much enjoyed Italian style meatballs. Hopefully I am still invited over for Sunday pancakes! She makes some groovin' pancakes as well. Well, she actually cooks everything well, and I've never been dissapointed, I don't think. I wish I had money, I'd hire her to be a personal chef, haha.
Maybe if she is free we can hang out Saturday too.
So I've been watching Dawson's Creek again. I don't know why, but for some unknown reason, when I am depressed, going through interesting times in my life, or just feeling odd or out of touch with life... Dawson's Creek holds some sort of deep and underlying wisdom and helps me feel better. Some people think I am silly for holding the show in such high esteem, however these people usually haven't seen more than an episode, maybe two, and wrote it off completely thereafter, not having been satisfied (more than likely due to the fact you'd have to see it from the beginning to fully understand the characters and dynamics of all of their relationships). Sure, its a teen drama, but with highly adult themes that a lot of people could relate to if they would just stop being ridiculous and just watch.
Reminds me of the Titanic movie. I cried the first few times I saw it, the acting was good, story even better, and it hit an emotional nerve with many people. Then 6 months later, if you liked the movie you were a weeny nerd and branded 'uncool.' Well I never denied it and in fact proclaim my love for Leonardo's hair in the movie, and that I strive to obtain the same hairstyle for myself in the coming months when it grows a bit longer.
Anyway. I'm not sure why some people are quick to poke fun at something that inspires or enlightens someone else. Sure I have done it myself, if I claimed not to have I'd be lying, but internally I feel bad after doing so, because everyone has their 'thing' and if it makes them happy, if it speaks to them, then it is good that they like it. Art, movies, books, music, emotional connections from such mediums are important, and therefore each opinion on these topics shouldn't be tossed about carelessly, but weighed and considered.
I am droning on and on.
Denny's alarm went off at 8:30 and he got up to use the bathroom. I was naked in the tub so he never got his chance, but when I got out I told him through his door that the bathroom was all his. I don't believe he's used it yet, and probably fell back asleep in his room. I hope he won't be late for anything. I don't know him well enough to attempt to wake him, in case I could be wrong.
Yesterday, through the surprising ease in which Laurel conducts herself socially (i.e. without discomfort and awkwardness when meeting new people) I found out that he is a student of web design at the Art Institute of Seattle. Which is funny because the fellow moving in on the 15th is a student of design there, I believe.
I should go. I told Mike I'd be here when some random girl comes to drop off an application and deposit. Then tomorrow at 3:00 he was hoping I'd be here to show the house to another girl. So let me get this straight. There will be 4 people, confirmed, here until January, 2 of which would be in the same bedroom which leaves one open. But two different people are interested in one room that is left. So someone may be the odd woman out then I suppose. I'll just choose whichever is cuter and let him know ;)
I woke up too damn early after 4 hours of sleep and feel fine. Odd.
I am going to have to do something about ms. furry pants though, she enjoys waking me up at odd hours of the night by either trying to climb through the blinds (a big no-no with me) or by pawing me in the face to wake up and give her cuddles. Then she's restless and won't go back to sleep or go elsewhere and instead insists upon my attention. I then have to duck down under the covers to get my cat to go away. She does not annoy me at any other time. Just when sleeping. Ugh. Kids.
She had a shedding and dandruff problem @ the apartment, too, and I just realized that she isn't shedding much and has no dandruff problem anymore. Could those two conditions have been due to stress? She had been confined to the kitchen for the most part due to her tendency to pee on people's clothing items when she dislikes them or is mad at them. She hasn't peed on anything except her litter since moving in here (knock on wood), and seems much more at ease. What a drastic change!
Ok I'm done.
I wanted to invite her to dinner last night over @ Hannah's place, because I thought it would be nice, she could meet my new friends and I've told them about her, but Hannah is paranoid about her security, and didn't feel comfortable meeting someone for the first time at her home. I'm not sure why, because the first night I met her, she freaked out about her security and didn't want to go home alone so I walked her home and she had me come up and watch part of a movie... so I dunno. She is a nice gal, she is funny, but she is rather tiring sometimes, after a while, to be around I have to admit. First of all she's totally girl crazy and talks about girls and dating and checking girls out every 2 seconds and I am not in that same mind frame in my life currently so I am half-heartedly engaging in her banter regarding all of her dates and match.com and women and etc. Second, I think she has a serious case of ADD. She will ask you a question, then before you can answer, immediately ask you another question completely off the topic. Then you tell her something and 2 minutes later asks you the same thing you had just told her. And then later on when she applies the information you've just provided her twice, she gets a detail wrong, or backward... sometimes it is rather taxing after a while.
Laurel is cool, she is more down to earth and level headed about life and things, and as with my friend Crystal am able to have more interesting and structured conversation. Yesterday I had planned on finally finishing all my laundry, finishing washing the dishes (don't wanna use the portable dishwasher just yet, trying to conserve $ and water), get my new sheet and comforter on the bed, put away the last remaining items currently existing in boxes away, figure out how to get the cable tv in my bedroom, and hang pictures on the walls. Instead, my day suddenly changed unexpectedly when Laurel sent me a txt, saying that we should go for coffee before dinner. Sure, I said. Then she said she was on her way over to my house, by foot. I asked why and she said we are going to coffee. Before dinner meant "way before dinner" i.e. 11:AM. So I had to get dressed and all that, then we went to cap hill, to Bauhaus which is Crystal's favorite coffee sippin' joint. We were there for a bit just chatting, and headed over to Twice Sold Tales, a used bookstore that this funny lady owns, and she's got 4 or 5 cats roaming around. A bookstore isn't a bookstore without bookstore kitties, I always say. After I purchased several books we went to Magnolia, because she wanted to see a real live view of the city from afar, rather than just in pictures. We caught a really rad sunset, too, casting its orange/red/pink glow over the calm waters of the Puget Sound. Then we went to Hannah's, where she had cooked spaghetti and made salad. Then tried to get us to eat cookies, pie, and candy, none of which I had been interested in.
I long for Stacy's meatballs. lol. That girl is a good cook, and now that her kitchen is free of my burdens, she's got it clean and neat. She can cook again and no doubt feels much more comfortable in there. Maybe I'll buy the ingredients, providing that she then cook me her much enjoyed Italian style meatballs. Hopefully I am still invited over for Sunday pancakes! She makes some groovin' pancakes as well. Well, she actually cooks everything well, and I've never been dissapointed, I don't think. I wish I had money, I'd hire her to be a personal chef, haha.
Maybe if she is free we can hang out Saturday too.
So I've been watching Dawson's Creek again. I don't know why, but for some unknown reason, when I am depressed, going through interesting times in my life, or just feeling odd or out of touch with life... Dawson's Creek holds some sort of deep and underlying wisdom and helps me feel better. Some people think I am silly for holding the show in such high esteem, however these people usually haven't seen more than an episode, maybe two, and wrote it off completely thereafter, not having been satisfied (more than likely due to the fact you'd have to see it from the beginning to fully understand the characters and dynamics of all of their relationships). Sure, its a teen drama, but with highly adult themes that a lot of people could relate to if they would just stop being ridiculous and just watch.
Reminds me of the Titanic movie. I cried the first few times I saw it, the acting was good, story even better, and it hit an emotional nerve with many people. Then 6 months later, if you liked the movie you were a weeny nerd and branded 'uncool.' Well I never denied it and in fact proclaim my love for Leonardo's hair in the movie, and that I strive to obtain the same hairstyle for myself in the coming months when it grows a bit longer.
Anyway. I'm not sure why some people are quick to poke fun at something that inspires or enlightens someone else. Sure I have done it myself, if I claimed not to have I'd be lying, but internally I feel bad after doing so, because everyone has their 'thing' and if it makes them happy, if it speaks to them, then it is good that they like it. Art, movies, books, music, emotional connections from such mediums are important, and therefore each opinion on these topics shouldn't be tossed about carelessly, but weighed and considered.
I am droning on and on.
Denny's alarm went off at 8:30 and he got up to use the bathroom. I was naked in the tub so he never got his chance, but when I got out I told him through his door that the bathroom was all his. I don't believe he's used it yet, and probably fell back asleep in his room. I hope he won't be late for anything. I don't know him well enough to attempt to wake him, in case I could be wrong.
Yesterday, through the surprising ease in which Laurel conducts herself socially (i.e. without discomfort and awkwardness when meeting new people) I found out that he is a student of web design at the Art Institute of Seattle. Which is funny because the fellow moving in on the 15th is a student of design there, I believe.
I should go. I told Mike I'd be here when some random girl comes to drop off an application and deposit. Then tomorrow at 3:00 he was hoping I'd be here to show the house to another girl. So let me get this straight. There will be 4 people, confirmed, here until January, 2 of which would be in the same bedroom which leaves one open. But two different people are interested in one room that is left. So someone may be the odd woman out then I suppose. I'll just choose whichever is cuter and let him know ;)
I woke up too damn early after 4 hours of sleep and feel fine. Odd.
I am going to have to do something about ms. furry pants though, she enjoys waking me up at odd hours of the night by either trying to climb through the blinds (a big no-no with me) or by pawing me in the face to wake up and give her cuddles. Then she's restless and won't go back to sleep or go elsewhere and instead insists upon my attention. I then have to duck down under the covers to get my cat to go away. She does not annoy me at any other time. Just when sleeping. Ugh. Kids.
She had a shedding and dandruff problem @ the apartment, too, and I just realized that she isn't shedding much and has no dandruff problem anymore. Could those two conditions have been due to stress? She had been confined to the kitchen for the most part due to her tendency to pee on people's clothing items when she dislikes them or is mad at them. She hasn't peed on anything except her litter since moving in here (knock on wood), and seems much more at ease. What a drastic change!
Ok I'm done.