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It's been practically a liftetime since I've sat down to write. My computer at home is not quite up and running yet(still) so I have to steal time at work when Lani isnt' watching. She's out of town this week so I'm in luck.
The weather turned cool today. I woke up with my windows cracked trying to steal every last bit of warmth from my blankets before Sara(the boxer puppy that I call my own) stepped all over me (she's 35lbs mind you) to let me know she had to pee. Ugh. I should've brought a sweatshirt. Anyway, sometimes its an abrupt but pleasant way to wake up. Take a quick trip down the 18 cement steps to the yellowish 'front lawn' while Sara relieves herself and I can take in the fresh air, often the moonlight, and the quiet before a busy day begins. My life lately isn't so busy perse, its just I feel like its flying by. No time to stop and smell the roses.
My eyesight is getting worse by the minute. I sit in front of a computer screen for 8 hours a day. I've had 'corrective lenses' since I was 16 but I've never been so dependent on them. Now by 3pm everything is a little bit blurry and my head has a dull kneeding pain. I guess I need to go to the eye doctor. How much do those guys cost anyway? I want contacts.
I'm happy with my 'boy situation'. What a funny term. Situation sounds like theres problems or issues or soemthing to resolve. And to be quite honest things haven't felt this stable in years. I mean, we're talking since before my first true biz bf. So I guess that says something. JT and I are almost 11 months strong. Not to say all 11 months have brought me unfailing blinding ooy gooey love, but it's actually a realistic relationship so I'd be worried if it had. I found lately that I'm harder on him than I'd like to be. I think its because I'm so hard on myself. God bless him for loving me so much even when I get mad at him for looking at me the wrong way.
My fingernails are annoying me lately. Don't get me wrong, I've been blessed. They are strong and grow straight out and look nice with fresh polish on or naked as the day i was born. I just can't seem to figure out if I like them long or short. They break and then I bite them. Then my fingers start to look crappy and unkept. I think mildly short works for me, but man the upkeep!
My roommate speaks Afrikaans. I'm learning. Well I know certain words, and a phrase that means, 'the bugs are gonna get you'. I think the funniest thing is if you translate literally when you tell a person in Afrikaans to sit on their butt, you say 'sit on your hole'. hehe. Crass I know. I never claimed to be demure. But I find it funny. I want to get a book so I can learn quicker or better or whatever. I love languages. Go figure I majored in Sign Language Interpreting. I don't think my roommate enjoys teaching me all that much though.
I want to write a book. I promise it won't be as jumpy as this blog. But I do. I'm not sure what about though. My childhood experiences?? My never ending drama with my weight?? A fictional novel?? I think I'd be good at it. I have all sorts of crazy ideas and experiences running through my head. I guess I just need some direction. Maybe I'll brainstorm this weekend, when I make the time. While I'm putting away the laundry I did 3 days ago that is currently sitting in piles on my bedroom floor. Thank goodness Sara is house trained and doesn't pee on the carpet anymore, otherwise I'd be in some trouble.
Ok time to go home, THANK GOD, happy thoughts, and fuzzy feelings
megs
The weather turned cool today. I woke up with my windows cracked trying to steal every last bit of warmth from my blankets before Sara(the boxer puppy that I call my own) stepped all over me (she's 35lbs mind you) to let me know she had to pee. Ugh. I should've brought a sweatshirt. Anyway, sometimes its an abrupt but pleasant way to wake up. Take a quick trip down the 18 cement steps to the yellowish 'front lawn' while Sara relieves herself and I can take in the fresh air, often the moonlight, and the quiet before a busy day begins. My life lately isn't so busy perse, its just I feel like its flying by. No time to stop and smell the roses.
My eyesight is getting worse by the minute. I sit in front of a computer screen for 8 hours a day. I've had 'corrective lenses' since I was 16 but I've never been so dependent on them. Now by 3pm everything is a little bit blurry and my head has a dull kneeding pain. I guess I need to go to the eye doctor. How much do those guys cost anyway? I want contacts.
I'm happy with my 'boy situation'. What a funny term. Situation sounds like theres problems or issues or soemthing to resolve. And to be quite honest things haven't felt this stable in years. I mean, we're talking since before my first true biz bf. So I guess that says something. JT and I are almost 11 months strong. Not to say all 11 months have brought me unfailing blinding ooy gooey love, but it's actually a realistic relationship so I'd be worried if it had. I found lately that I'm harder on him than I'd like to be. I think its because I'm so hard on myself. God bless him for loving me so much even when I get mad at him for looking at me the wrong way.
My fingernails are annoying me lately. Don't get me wrong, I've been blessed. They are strong and grow straight out and look nice with fresh polish on or naked as the day i was born. I just can't seem to figure out if I like them long or short. They break and then I bite them. Then my fingers start to look crappy and unkept. I think mildly short works for me, but man the upkeep!
My roommate speaks Afrikaans. I'm learning. Well I know certain words, and a phrase that means, 'the bugs are gonna get you'. I think the funniest thing is if you translate literally when you tell a person in Afrikaans to sit on their butt, you say 'sit on your hole'. hehe. Crass I know. I never claimed to be demure. But I find it funny. I want to get a book so I can learn quicker or better or whatever. I love languages. Go figure I majored in Sign Language Interpreting. I don't think my roommate enjoys teaching me all that much though.
I want to write a book. I promise it won't be as jumpy as this blog. But I do. I'm not sure what about though. My childhood experiences?? My never ending drama with my weight?? A fictional novel?? I think I'd be good at it. I have all sorts of crazy ideas and experiences running through my head. I guess I just need some direction. Maybe I'll brainstorm this weekend, when I make the time. While I'm putting away the laundry I did 3 days ago that is currently sitting in piles on my bedroom floor. Thank goodness Sara is house trained and doesn't pee on the carpet anymore, otherwise I'd be in some trouble.
Ok time to go home, THANK GOD, happy thoughts, and fuzzy feelings
megs