... or, y'know, not so much.
I had all these grand dreams of everything being so much less stressful once school was out. Not only do I have a project I still have to finish (and working almost 40 hrs a week), but it seems like there's always some other shit I have to do. Appointments to make, to keep, friends to keep up with (I am so bad at that), hobbies to try and start again (I haven't been writing for at least 4 months, and I haven't sewn anything in even longer-- but I may have to try and whip up a sexy pirate costume soon...), just a whole bunch of shit. I'm also going to be out of the country for a couple weeks-- that's right, I'm going to Japan! Ah, Japan, the mecca of perverts. I'm sure I'll fit right in, except for being very tall.
I have a lot of goals for this summer. I'm going to try and be social again, which means y'all will probably see more of me around. I have several books to read and movies to watch, but if you know of more I should read/see, let me know! I'm also going to try to start cooking some more, and of course the above-listed hobbies will hopefully come back. My big goal is to try to get over my fear of heights, at least to a point where I am not a liability to myself or others if I ever have to be up high. I'll probably stay a little afraid though. A little fear can be fun. :p
Still working the same job for now, being computer support specialist extraordinaire. I'm actually working hands-on with computers now, which means more responsibility for the same pay, but I do get more satisfaction out of it. I'm also the only female who does hands-on software stuff, so I get to infiltrate a boys' club, as it were. And you know how much I love infiltrating boys' clubs. :p School, on the other hand, is... well, I don't know. I'm going to take only one class in the fall, and we'll see how that goes.
One big thing this summer is that I'm going to be switching medication from the tried-and-true drugs that work, but are expensive, ruin my liver, prevent me from taking aspirin, ruin my concentration, and cause several sexual side effects to a new drug that should have less side effects. I'm really hoping it works. The problem is that one, if it doesn't work and I have to go back to my old meds, they might not work for me anymore either, and then I'm fucked. The other problem is that I have to go completely off my old meds before I can start the new one. So I might be kind of crazy for awhile. I don't know what I'm going to be like-- I haven't been off these meds since I was 17. I hope to God I won't be as crazy as I was then.
I get my braces off in a week. I'm mostly happy, but also strangely sad. I'll miss the school-girl, age-play aspect of having them. Although I still will have a sparkly red retainer, which is kind of the best of both worlds, when you get down to it. Except that retainers are just about the least sexy thing ever. Can you even make out with retainers in? Or will I have to be like, oh hang on right there, cute, slightly-drunk hipster boy that I have somehow tricked into entering my clutches? I have to go take out my retainer, which will involve ever-so-sexy spit strands. Just stand there and watch awkwardly, this won't ruin the mood at all.
Man, speaking of boys, I do not know what is wrong with me the past month or so. I am acting boy crazy. I would chalk it up to ovulating if it wasn't so long a time period. It's not that I'm going out and doing anything out of character, I'm just... I dunno. I am actually interested in a couple people, which is strange enough for me, but the weird thing is just the random drooling over, I dunno, some random guy on a bus in tight jeans. Or flirting with someone who comes in to work. Or even just obsessing about
some really pretty man in my favorite TV show. Or not concentrating at work because I'm too busy daydreaming about somebody putting a knife to my throat. (Something tells me that's probably not something a lot of people at my work are daydreaming about. Maybe at some other computer-work-type-place that will remain nameless...) I guess it has to be spring in the air. Spring... it's worse than Spanish Fly.