But I did go to trivia night at a local bar last night with a neighbor and some classmates and their friends. It was fine. I didn’t die. I had a hard cider, which I spent 30 minutes wondering how to purchase. I mean it when I say that I don’t get out much.
My car did not take the outing well, however. It wasn’t the outing’s fault. My car was probably going to have this problem the next time I went to work or something. So,my door is now only not in two separate pieces because the wiring is still connecting them. It just means that I have to get in/out my car through the passenger door. No biggie. Except it’s one more reason I really need to get a new car. Definitely a big deal.
The oh-no-you-like-and-watch-Star-Trek look my coworkers gave me today somehow did not come with a comment about me really being a crazy cat lady. How did they miss the part where I was telling them about knitting a blanket in the freaking summer? Do cool people fail to hear any further dorky statements after a threshold is reached?
I’m clearly too accustomed to anticipating my family’s teasing.
missmaialibre said: Every single time I see your username, I automatically read it as "magical kingpin ban."
That is amusing.
Attempting cold brew coffee.
This summer I’m taking two classes (dynamic modeling and linear algebra) and I just started reading “Thinking in Systems”, which I’ve owned for years. I’m feeling very behind in my education, but I’m thrilled to be catching up.
I filled a plastic box lid with water so that I can have my feet in cold water while I study. This was a good idea, I think.
I feel like a boss when I survive walking all over campus in heels with a somewhat heavy backpack. I even ran late to my bus yesterday without tripping!
Of course I remembered it would have been my mom’s birthday today. Remembering the dead and showing respect is very important to me, but I prefer to be more private about it. It’s the living who I wish people knew I was incredibly grateful for. All I really want anyone on facebook or even here on tumblr to know is that I’m grateful for my family and that they go underappreciated for all they’ve done. They deserve so much more lveo and blessings than they get. They have influenced me more positively than anyone else and have done more for me than I could ever thank them for. Sometimes I can and I don’t and that’s not good. Sometimes I keep the bad things to myself and that’s not good either because any healthy relationship needs honesty and communication. But that’s how it is and I’m taking my time getting to confronting the good and the bad. The point is I’m grateful for my family and I think that’s more important for me to share than to talk about how much I miss those I’ve lost in my life. Clearly still not super into sharing it or I’d post this on facebook, but again I’m getting there.
So I just went to Petco to buy cat food for my cat and I came out with dog treat samples as well because the cashier was nice and possibly flirting with me. Well, my family’s dogs get treats next time I visit.
My housemate said something was bullcookies.
This morning in the school library someone’s device clearly got out of control (headphones popped out? phone went off? I don’t know). I heard loud rap music. I could only make out “sex drug”.
And there was a gamer behind me. Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick is such a soothing sound. I miss home sometimes.
Fine. I’m probably a morning person. There are things I will give up on at midnight that will get done in 30-40 minutes the next morning.
Who am I? What is this?
Even though it rained 5 minutes after I cleaned my windshield at the gas station last night, I have no regrets. Only a torrential downpour can eradicate the film of pollen on my car.
It’s annoying, but I’m also proud of my car for working.
Please do not take this as an opportunity to be ironic. I will not find it funny.