Okay, so 3 hours or so.
Still...
I'm good, don't worry.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Assassin's Creed II
Man, I'm so tired from all the gaming.
It was just so much gaming today,
I'm pretty gamed out.
I think the low point of this gaming day was when I realized,
"Damn. I'm such a gamer. A gross gamer. A gross girl gamer."
Because you know what?
I really needed a shower.
It was sort of refreshing. I guess I had night sweats last night.
Go figure.
Then I didn't shower right away, since I had nowhere to be,
and I just started gaming.
So much gaming.
I've never really basked in my own wonderful aura of smell before.
It was gross, but I was just so into my gaming.
And then it was kind of fun to be a gross gamer.
But you know what I did?
I paused the game.
And took a friggin' shower.
It was good, y'know? But I wasn't a gross girl gamer anymore.
I was a soapy-fresh girl gamer. In clean clothes and smelling like clean.
It was dumb.
Oh well. If I ever want to be a gross girl gamer again, I just have to wait.
And... not hang out with people...
That's just rude, though. Hangin' out with people while you smell gross? No.
I will be disgusting in my solitude, thank you very much.
Good game.
It was just so much gaming today,
I'm pretty gamed out.
I think the low point of this gaming day was when I realized,
"Damn. I'm such a gamer. A gross gamer. A gross girl gamer."
Because you know what?
I really needed a shower.
It was sort of refreshing. I guess I had night sweats last night.
Go figure.
Then I didn't shower right away, since I had nowhere to be,
and I just started gaming.
So much gaming.
I've never really basked in my own wonderful aura of smell before.
It was gross, but I was just so into my gaming.
And then it was kind of fun to be a gross gamer.
But you know what I did?
I paused the game.
And took a friggin' shower.
It was good, y'know? But I wasn't a gross girl gamer anymore.
I was a soapy-fresh girl gamer. In clean clothes and smelling like clean.
It was dumb.
Oh well. If I ever want to be a gross girl gamer again, I just have to wait.
And... not hang out with people...
That's just rude, though. Hangin' out with people while you smell gross? No.
I will be disgusting in my solitude, thank you very much.
Good game.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Coca-Cola
Mum's not home yet, but she should be soon... Even then, she's got to make a call and won't be able to go to Chapters with me... There's a prayer book I want to get my own copy of. Anywho.
At the moment I'm sitting at a desk, facing the screen that is the portal into an endless, eclectic world of Internet.
So why do I feel so recreationally stunted?
(I know "recreationally" isn't a word)
I've, for some reason, just got this vision of going out for Italian food. Dressing up a little too much, putting on MAKEUP, and totally disregarding the funny looks I'd get. Pretending it's a fancy restaurant when, really, kids swerve in the aisles to avoid servers and people don't put their napkins on their laps (gasp!). I just want some Italian food fun. It maybe feels like this is a date sort of situation, but it's hard to say. I just have this image of a red booth, lasagne on the menu, and a warm, comfy atmosphere. Huh. I guess I'll store that until I find out to which lock it is the key.
Till then I suppose I will await the return of my mother. I've been quite sluggish today, but I got some cleaning and Assassin's Creed done. I wanted to go out and get flowers, but I didn't care enough to call and ask for flower money from my mom. She's busy enough, and anyways, I got sucked back into the city of Florence. I am Ezio Auditore!
I think I'm a little sleepy, but I feel like I haven't done enough today to merit sleep.
I just want to stay wrapped in blankets, all warm like a Sarah burrito with a cat on my lap, and have the lovely times come to me. Selfish? No. PMS? Lol.
Strange pang, like I miss someone. A lot. Oof, ow. I don't know why I feel lonely sometimes.
Hm, the image of a rainy city...
Maybe my clairvoyant tendencies are stretching and waking up.
...neat.
Part of me wants to just get on a Skytrain and talk to strangers, but Skytraining alone to nowhere seems like something that might just make me sad when I'm on the brink of sad.
Weird.
I want to go to a theatre.
I want to perform in one.
At the moment I'm sitting at a desk, facing the screen that is the portal into an endless, eclectic world of Internet.
So why do I feel so recreationally stunted?
(I know "recreationally" isn't a word)
I've, for some reason, just got this vision of going out for Italian food. Dressing up a little too much, putting on MAKEUP, and totally disregarding the funny looks I'd get. Pretending it's a fancy restaurant when, really, kids swerve in the aisles to avoid servers and people don't put their napkins on their laps (gasp!). I just want some Italian food fun. It maybe feels like this is a date sort of situation, but it's hard to say. I just have this image of a red booth, lasagne on the menu, and a warm, comfy atmosphere. Huh. I guess I'll store that until I find out to which lock it is the key.
Till then I suppose I will await the return of my mother. I've been quite sluggish today, but I got some cleaning and Assassin's Creed done. I wanted to go out and get flowers, but I didn't care enough to call and ask for flower money from my mom. She's busy enough, and anyways, I got sucked back into the city of Florence. I am Ezio Auditore!
I think I'm a little sleepy, but I feel like I haven't done enough today to merit sleep.
I just want to stay wrapped in blankets, all warm like a Sarah burrito with a cat on my lap, and have the lovely times come to me. Selfish? No. PMS? Lol.
Strange pang, like I miss someone. A lot. Oof, ow. I don't know why I feel lonely sometimes.
Hm, the image of a rainy city...
Maybe my clairvoyant tendencies are stretching and waking up.
...neat.
Part of me wants to just get on a Skytrain and talk to strangers, but Skytraining alone to nowhere seems like something that might just make me sad when I'm on the brink of sad.
Weird.
I want to go to a theatre.
I want to perform in one.
Two Pitchers, Please.
I've ingested so much water today. My naturopath would be proud... What's my secret, you ask?
Well;
1. Get home from a sleepover with your GF KG at around 10 o'clock. No later, no earlier.
2. Change into a shredded Jurassic Park shirt and dance shorts, opting for comfort rather than actual clothing.
3. Watch a few episodes of Friends while eating footlong Subway sandwich.
4. Get bored of Friends, fill water jug, bring to coffeetable.
5. Commence the cycle of drink, pour, drink, pour, drink, pour, refill.
6. Continue cycle while playing Assassin's Creed II.
This is the only sequence of events that has led me to drinking enough water in a day.
I think it's a good thing, too, because I'm in an awkward stage of cleansing and rebirth that isn't quite intense enough for me to do focused therapeutic writing or meditating, but I know it's there.
There are definitely somethings inside myself that need to be put to rest, though I can already feel the strengthened current of God's energy coursing through my ever-cleaner channels. I'll get there one day, and hopefully one day soon.
I'm frequently thinking about getting my eyebrow pierced and my belly button pierced, and I feel as though I should direct my attention to why. Maybe I've grown bored with my appearance, but I know better than that! I should learn to take care of myself and lend more energy to health than aesthetics. Even with that in mind, I can't shake this strange craving. Is it a craving even if it doesn't involve food?
The pearl barbell is, yes, strictly aesthetic I believe. Maybe pearls have some energetic properties I'm yet unaware of, but I like it because it's pretty. I want pearls on my face!
The belly ring is more of a dual pretty/functional piercing... I wanted to get a belly button ring with a semi-precious stone in it to perhaps keep me grounded during my ever-so-often fainting spells. My body type, I have heard, is prone to airy-ness and physical instabilities. Flighty spirit, I guess you could say. :) Advantages and disadvantages, always, but I digress.
In order to restrict this self-centered and perhaps somewhat vain trend to as short a time period as possible, I would like to have one day in the near future during which I will get my two piercings, and get a haircut. However, the time leading up to this 'Day of Decorative Transformation' will be cluttered with thoughts and anticipation. It seems silly to spend so much time thinking about little bits of metal in my skin and my hair an inch shorter, but I believe there's a symbolism that has to do with metamorphosis or something like that...
Perhaps I need to admit to myself that my transformation into a butterfly isn't determined by when I decorate my body. Yes, I think I do.
Ah, whaddaya know? Blog therapy.
Well;
1. Get home from a sleepover with your GF KG at around 10 o'clock. No later, no earlier.
2. Change into a shredded Jurassic Park shirt and dance shorts, opting for comfort rather than actual clothing.
3. Watch a few episodes of Friends while eating footlong Subway sandwich.
4. Get bored of Friends, fill water jug, bring to coffeetable.
5. Commence the cycle of drink, pour, drink, pour, drink, pour, refill.
6. Continue cycle while playing Assassin's Creed II.
This is the only sequence of events that has led me to drinking enough water in a day.
I think it's a good thing, too, because I'm in an awkward stage of cleansing and rebirth that isn't quite intense enough for me to do focused therapeutic writing or meditating, but I know it's there.
There are definitely somethings inside myself that need to be put to rest, though I can already feel the strengthened current of God's energy coursing through my ever-cleaner channels. I'll get there one day, and hopefully one day soon.
I'm frequently thinking about getting my eyebrow pierced and my belly button pierced, and I feel as though I should direct my attention to why. Maybe I've grown bored with my appearance, but I know better than that! I should learn to take care of myself and lend more energy to health than aesthetics. Even with that in mind, I can't shake this strange craving. Is it a craving even if it doesn't involve food?
The pearl barbell is, yes, strictly aesthetic I believe. Maybe pearls have some energetic properties I'm yet unaware of, but I like it because it's pretty. I want pearls on my face!
The belly ring is more of a dual pretty/functional piercing... I wanted to get a belly button ring with a semi-precious stone in it to perhaps keep me grounded during my ever-so-often fainting spells. My body type, I have heard, is prone to airy-ness and physical instabilities. Flighty spirit, I guess you could say. :) Advantages and disadvantages, always, but I digress.
In order to restrict this self-centered and perhaps somewhat vain trend to as short a time period as possible, I would like to have one day in the near future during which I will get my two piercings, and get a haircut. However, the time leading up to this 'Day of Decorative Transformation' will be cluttered with thoughts and anticipation. It seems silly to spend so much time thinking about little bits of metal in my skin and my hair an inch shorter, but I believe there's a symbolism that has to do with metamorphosis or something like that...
Perhaps I need to admit to myself that my transformation into a butterfly isn't determined by when I decorate my body. Yes, I think I do.
Ah, whaddaya know? Blog therapy.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Blooming
Like a flower knows how.
What would you do if someone said to you,
"Be prepared for your dreams to come true"?
That happened to me this morning... I also received the assignment of learning the song, "Dream A Little Dream Of Me". I'm going to go do that now.
What would you do if someone said to you,
"Be prepared for your dreams to come true"?
That happened to me this morning... I also received the assignment of learning the song, "Dream A Little Dream Of Me". I'm going to go do that now.
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