Nowhere to Go, Nothing to Do When I Get There...
I have a boatload (buttload?) of entries I never posted because I have a horrible perfectionist/procrastination thing in addition to depression. I haven't had the nerve to check to see who's dropped me from their FL.
Depression's a fucker, even when it's the kind that enables me to keep a job, dress myself, remember to shower and stuff. The meds sort of stopped working on it, so I stayed on to keep the migraines managed. I'm tired, but tired, y'know?
Sometimes, good times break things up nicely. arashikeiko and aznmetalhead13 both graduated university this year, so they were nice enough to make me part of arashikeiko's farewell to Westwood as she moved out of school housing. They stopped by the store, met one of my cool co-workers, then introduced me to the great Persian ice cream place across the street from work, and to the delights of cucumber ice cream (surprisingly refreshing and melon-y, pistachio and saffron ice cream (with rosewater and yummy enough to get more to go home). We talked for a while and ended up getting Thai food at a place nearby.
No weirdos bothered me in public, even though we sat outside at the ice cream place! That never happens. Thanks, you two! I managed to mishear aznmetalhead13's comment on "Super Sentai" shows as "Super HENTAI" shows. Ah... nooo...
It's pretty amazing that I've known her long enough to see a fairly large well-defined portion of her life change: education, personal life, hairstyle/length, body mods (piercings and a tattoo)... That's not at all a bad way to note the passage of time. I like knowing kind and funny people. The older I get, the more I appreciate kindness as a quality to cultivate and to experience whenever I can.
I've also been enjoying World Cup matches. Every 4 year, my brother and I got nuts for soccer/football and root for our favorite teams and players. I always root for Team Brasil, but I enjoy watching everyone play, even France and Italy. Heh. I think Marcus and I watch The Beautiful Game because it appeals to a sense of fair play. Even with all the diving and flopping (players screaming bloody murder and falling down without anyone hurting them, in the hopes of earning penalty shots), team play is vital. The goalkeeper can't win or lose a match alone, nor can any single player. It's a nice change. Also, it's something to talk about instead of Dad, which is vital.
That said, electronic goal monitoring would help the game along a lot.
Other good things, amid all the crap:
-The Hub's snoring much less, so I can get away without wearing earplugs to bed.
-SModcast (Kevin Smith's podcast with his buddy, Scott Mosier). It's like hanging out with really crass dudes who are, like, your best buds. I'm not a dude, but I've hung with dudes who occasionally forgot I was not a dude, and it's like listening to SModcast, which is better because you can turn it off.
-Discovering unused space on my laptop hard drive.
-Goodwill bookstore. Drop off clothes and stuff, pick up a book for a buck. I found a copy of Psychedelics: The Uses and Implications of Hallucinogenic Drugs. It's been out of print for a long while.
Crap:
-Can't talk about work anymore. It's... craptacular. And testicular. I don't even get "red mist-curtain of rage" anymore. I just give the gas face and move on. I applied for an office job I didn't want, but was disappointed at not being asked to interview. Ugh.
Depression's a fucker, even when it's the kind that enables me to keep a job, dress myself, remember to shower and stuff. The meds sort of stopped working on it, so I stayed on to keep the migraines managed. I'm tired, but tired, y'know?
Sometimes, good times break things up nicely. arashikeiko and aznmetalhead13 both graduated university this year, so they were nice enough to make me part of arashikeiko's farewell to Westwood as she moved out of school housing. They stopped by the store, met one of my cool co-workers, then introduced me to the great Persian ice cream place across the street from work, and to the delights of cucumber ice cream (surprisingly refreshing and melon-y, pistachio and saffron ice cream (with rosewater and yummy enough to get more to go home). We talked for a while and ended up getting Thai food at a place nearby.
No weirdos bothered me in public, even though we sat outside at the ice cream place! That never happens. Thanks, you two! I managed to mishear aznmetalhead13's comment on "Super Sentai" shows as "Super HENTAI" shows. Ah... nooo...
It's pretty amazing that I've known her long enough to see a fairly large well-defined portion of her life change: education, personal life, hairstyle/length, body mods (piercings and a tattoo)... That's not at all a bad way to note the passage of time. I like knowing kind and funny people. The older I get, the more I appreciate kindness as a quality to cultivate and to experience whenever I can.
I've also been enjoying World Cup matches. Every 4 year, my brother and I got nuts for soccer/football and root for our favorite teams and players. I always root for Team Brasil, but I enjoy watching everyone play, even France and Italy. Heh. I think Marcus and I watch The Beautiful Game because it appeals to a sense of fair play. Even with all the diving and flopping (players screaming bloody murder and falling down without anyone hurting them, in the hopes of earning penalty shots), team play is vital. The goalkeeper can't win or lose a match alone, nor can any single player. It's a nice change. Also, it's something to talk about instead of Dad, which is vital.
That said, electronic goal monitoring would help the game along a lot.
Other good things, amid all the crap:
-The Hub's snoring much less, so I can get away without wearing earplugs to bed.
-SModcast (Kevin Smith's podcast with his buddy, Scott Mosier). It's like hanging out with really crass dudes who are, like, your best buds. I'm not a dude, but I've hung with dudes who occasionally forgot I was not a dude, and it's like listening to SModcast, which is better because you can turn it off.
-Discovering unused space on my laptop hard drive.
-Goodwill bookstore. Drop off clothes and stuff, pick up a book for a buck. I found a copy of Psychedelics: The Uses and Implications of Hallucinogenic Drugs. It's been out of print for a long while.
Crap:
-Can't talk about work anymore. It's... craptacular. And testicular. I don't even get "red mist-curtain of rage" anymore. I just give the gas face and move on. I applied for an office job I didn't want, but was disappointed at not being asked to interview. Ugh.