Sat along the fire
Mindless rambling time. WOOT.
Gas should stop going up. It's gone up 14 cents in 2 days around town. The reason I didn't get gas Wednesday when it was still cheap is because I figured it'd stay 2.71. I was wrong. So now my "low fuel lights been on for daaaays." I'm just tired of spending so much on gas. I can't help it though, because when I do get out of my house, there's nothing to do in this town but drive around. And I'm going to have to spend like $70 in gas for the damn beach trip next Saturday. At least I get a big house and hot tub out of this. But then probably get stuck with the baby 80% of the time.
My dorm group photo came in the mail today, and it makes me happy. It's so cute.
I'm playing with my belly button. Tehehe. And yanking on my piercing, but it like has no nerves in it or something, so I can't feel it.
I want to go ride my bike. *yawn* That would require me, however, to put the stupid, troublesome rack on my car, dig my bike out from underneath all the shit in the garage my dad insists on putting on/around it, chuck it up on the rack, and then get gas to drive somewhere like Reynolda Gardens. If only I lived in a neighborhood where I didn't have to worry about getting runover/mugged if I rode my bike around.
I also want to play my guitar, but that requires me to actually TRY. And then I'll get frustrated that I'm not absofuckinglutely perfect, and give up.
Lethargy is taking over, my friends.
Awww, my Roo kitty is so cute when he comes frolicing and leaping into my room and pounces up on my bed, and proceeds to attack/harrassing me and my laptop for about 20 minutes.
Last night before bed, I had my legs across my body pillow while I was reading. When I was finished and got under the covers to sleep, and cuddled up to my body pillow with one leg over it, it was warm and comforting, like another person sleeping with me. And I don't say that in the "I'm so lonely I don't know what to do" way. I say that in the "I hate going to bed alone" way. I got accustomed to all sorts of sleeping patterns over the past year or so. Falling asleep talking to someone on the phone or in the room, falling asleep with someone else beside me or with my arms/legs around someone, and especially with someone else just in the room. Like, it's nice sleeping in the same bed as say Jessika, or even Reggie that one time. It's harmless, but nice. Eating and sleeping are things I hate doing alone, and I don't know why. And back to the pillow thing, it's not like I'm upset that no one is sleeping beside me, it was just a nice surprise.
Gas should stop going up. It's gone up 14 cents in 2 days around town. The reason I didn't get gas Wednesday when it was still cheap is because I figured it'd stay 2.71. I was wrong. So now my "low fuel lights been on for daaaays." I'm just tired of spending so much on gas. I can't help it though, because when I do get out of my house, there's nothing to do in this town but drive around. And I'm going to have to spend like $70 in gas for the damn beach trip next Saturday. At least I get a big house and hot tub out of this. But then probably get stuck with the baby 80% of the time.
My dorm group photo came in the mail today, and it makes me happy. It's so cute.
I'm playing with my belly button. Tehehe. And yanking on my piercing, but it like has no nerves in it or something, so I can't feel it.
I want to go ride my bike. *yawn* That would require me, however, to put the stupid, troublesome rack on my car, dig my bike out from underneath all the shit in the garage my dad insists on putting on/around it, chuck it up on the rack, and then get gas to drive somewhere like Reynolda Gardens. If only I lived in a neighborhood where I didn't have to worry about getting runover/mugged if I rode my bike around.
I also want to play my guitar, but that requires me to actually TRY. And then I'll get frustrated that I'm not absofuckinglutely perfect, and give up.
Lethargy is taking over, my friends.
Awww, my Roo kitty is so cute when he comes frolicing and leaping into my room and pounces up on my bed, and proceeds to attack/harrassing me and my laptop for about 20 minutes.
Last night before bed, I had my legs across my body pillow while I was reading. When I was finished and got under the covers to sleep, and cuddled up to my body pillow with one leg over it, it was warm and comforting, like another person sleeping with me. And I don't say that in the "I'm so lonely I don't know what to do" way. I say that in the "I hate going to bed alone" way. I got accustomed to all sorts of sleeping patterns over the past year or so. Falling asleep talking to someone on the phone or in the room, falling asleep with someone else beside me or with my arms/legs around someone, and especially with someone else just in the room. Like, it's nice sleeping in the same bed as say Jessika, or even Reggie that one time. It's harmless, but nice. Eating and sleeping are things I hate doing alone, and I don't know why. And back to the pillow thing, it's not like I'm upset that no one is sleeping beside me, it was just a nice surprise.