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I'll post this weekend, I promise!
The life and times of a girl named Swishy.
I was driving around yesterday running errands. I do all my best thinking in the car--when I'm not taking pictures of random people and trying to avoid rear-ending the person in front of me, I mean--and I was just thinking about all the stuff I want to do someday. I want to do EVERYTHING, I swear. Not everything, everything, but a lot of stuff.
(Previous installments here and here.)
I have lots of little things but nothing big, which means a) I'm boring and b) one of the random catch-all posts I'm notorious for is in your future. In the meantime ...
I'm at my coffee shop today, and there's a man, a woman and a little girl sitting next to me.
I'm not allowed to leave the apartment today until it's super organized and clean. I decided this yesterday, when I heard it was supposed to be warm-ish and sunny. I had visions of throwing open the windows and twisting up my hair into a messy but quasi-hot pile on top of my head and getting all Martha Stewart while the early tournament games played in the background.
Freak me, I'm tired. I'm not kidding when I say this whole daylight savings crap is messing with me something fierce. I'm always up late, but I've been up CRAZY late the past few nights. It's KILLING me! K-I-double L-ing me. Big time.
Thank you so, so much for your nice birthday wishes, everyone! The birthday was good. I'll have to tell you about it later (like, tomorrow), though, because ... drum roll, please ...
My lucky numbers: 08 18 37 39 48 38
Part 1. I walk into work this morning and I see this at my desk:
I went into hiding this weekend. Sometimes I just need to hide from the world. I came out today because I had to work, but I kinda want to go back. I can't, because I'm an adult and I'm supposed to act like it occasionally, but I want to.
I want new jeans. I found this website, SeenOn.com, that tells you exactly what clothes the actors are wearing on your favorite shows. It tells you what episode everything was worn, where to buy it, EVERYTHING! (It also has other stuff, like the dishes they use, the music they use, stuff like that.) So, anyway, you know I went through all 500 entries for Grey's Anatomy. I didn't even bother looking at Ellen Pompeo's clothes since she's a bony little thing, but I looked at a lot of Izzie and Callie's stuff and it made me want a cute new pair of jeans SO BAD! But it's so hard to tell how stuff really looks, because everything gets altered to fit them perfectly.
I'm having an off couple of days. I'm very good at handling certain kinds of stress; others not so much. Like change. I am very, VERY bad at handling change. I want everything to stay just the way I like it. And when it doesn't, I guess I show how unsettled I am by getting snotty. I'm not really TRYING to be snotty, that's just how I show it. But then I feel totally guilty PLUS I'm still unsettled, so basically all I do is complicate things for myself. Sigh.