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itsallovernow) wrote2008-04-01 12:16 pm
itsallovernow) wrote2008-04-01 12:16 pm
Happy April
I dislike practical jokes and pranks. I am, in fact, completely humor deficient when it comes to those sorts of things. Part of it is my own gullibility, the way my mouth will run off with me when someone's asking a rhetorical question (I know it's rhetorical, but I can't stop my answer, cue feeling like an idiot).
I hate to see people embarrassed, much as I myself hate to be embarrassed. My mother would tell me hilarious lies when I was little – about looking outside to see a giant polka dot giraffe, things that couldn't be true, and were charming in that. I've never liked to be teased either, and she knew that.
However, I love Spring. So, welcome Spring!
***
M. has taken to entertaining himself with the canned air. He has two bottles of it, and in addition to spraying it at the cats (the white one, already too cross-eyed to see enemies approaching, just wrinkles his nose and braces for attack. Mine, sadly, freaks out completely upon even seeing the canned air), has now also taken to trying to spray me with it. If we have to call the paramedics because I've "accidentally" kicked him in the head, so be it. (This is like when I was taking Krav Maga, and he thought he was too strong for me to take down, and was so, so wrong. Of course, we didn't call the paramedics then either. But not too many boys want to admit to "injury via being a dumb ass." although I'm guessing it's a typical symptom).
However, he now has a dozen or so beer bottles lined up, all filled with various levels of beer, and is blowing the air into or over them to produce "musical works." Whether or not this is better than the "beeramid" remains to be seen.
My life? Oy. It's not even funny anymore. Okay, it's a little funny.
***
I'm re-evaluating the online dating. The flurry of first dates, sadly, left me feeling more lonely than before. It makes me wonder what's wrong with me that the boys who like me, I don't like, and the one's I like turn out to be distant, or flaky, or just... bad for me.
Mostly, I was foolish, shoving all of them into a short period of time, but until I learn moderation, that sort of thing will continue to happen. I need to try and space things out, find new activities, devote some time to my writing, to figuring out how to get out of my current apartment and still be able to leave a new apartment more than once a week.
I need to work on my modern dance piece, and find some time to develop my brain.
So, an informal, "I'm too lazy to make a poll" poll.
New hobbies wherein I might meet individuals? What do the lot of you do for fun that doesn't involve the internets? What gets you out of the house and into the world?
I know some of you climb. Tell me about that! Or anything else that gives you joy.
I hate to see people embarrassed, much as I myself hate to be embarrassed. My mother would tell me hilarious lies when I was little – about looking outside to see a giant polka dot giraffe, things that couldn't be true, and were charming in that. I've never liked to be teased either, and she knew that.
However, I love Spring. So, welcome Spring!
***
M. has taken to entertaining himself with the canned air. He has two bottles of it, and in addition to spraying it at the cats (the white one, already too cross-eyed to see enemies approaching, just wrinkles his nose and braces for attack. Mine, sadly, freaks out completely upon even seeing the canned air), has now also taken to trying to spray me with it. If we have to call the paramedics because I've "accidentally" kicked him in the head, so be it. (This is like when I was taking Krav Maga, and he thought he was too strong for me to take down, and was so, so wrong. Of course, we didn't call the paramedics then either. But not too many boys want to admit to "injury via being a dumb ass." although I'm guessing it's a typical symptom).
However, he now has a dozen or so beer bottles lined up, all filled with various levels of beer, and is blowing the air into or over them to produce "musical works." Whether or not this is better than the "beeramid" remains to be seen.
My life? Oy. It's not even funny anymore. Okay, it's a little funny.
***
I'm re-evaluating the online dating. The flurry of first dates, sadly, left me feeling more lonely than before. It makes me wonder what's wrong with me that the boys who like me, I don't like, and the one's I like turn out to be distant, or flaky, or just... bad for me.
Mostly, I was foolish, shoving all of them into a short period of time, but until I learn moderation, that sort of thing will continue to happen. I need to try and space things out, find new activities, devote some time to my writing, to figuring out how to get out of my current apartment and still be able to leave a new apartment more than once a week.
I need to work on my modern dance piece, and find some time to develop my brain.
So, an informal, "I'm too lazy to make a poll" poll.
New hobbies wherein I might meet individuals? What do the lot of you do for fun that doesn't involve the internets? What gets you out of the house and into the world?
I know some of you climb. Tell me about that! Or anything else that gives you joy.
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LA Works has some awesome projects. Children of the Night was my absolute favorite. Teen girls who were involved somehow in prostitution, pornography, or just too many pregnancies live in a school and make their lives better. If you go, tell them I say hi. I also love Reading to Kids. Once a month, saturday morning, you...read to kids. And do a craft. Angel's Flight is great too, especially if you know any Spanish. Younger teens in an interim shelter as immigration issues get worked out.
I miss my projects. The one I did this morning in Chicago sucked compared to those projects. Sigh.
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