13.02.25

"Come hang out!" I hear this 3-4 times a week, on average. It amazes me that people who have known me for years somehow still live under the illusion that I am a people person. Will I talk to you online? Yes. Will I, on occasion, make an effort to spend time with people? Only a very small selection of people. I don't like the word 'recluse', but I suppose that would be accurate at this point. This past weekend, I went out two nights in a row. One night, I spent on my phone asking someone if it was too early to go home. The second night, I spent on my phone, waiting to go home.

My best friend is the same type of creature I am. In fact, we take turns going to each other's houses, because we are both home bodies. We turn on a movie, talk through the whole thing about things completely unrelated to the movie while eating mexican food. We've been doing this for years. We are not only home bodies, but creatures of habit. And if one of us just doesn't feel like hanging out due to tiredness, laziness, what not, the other one understands. This is why we get along so well, and have withstood our circle of friends shattering into different directions. We have only each other on Google Latitude. We are in it for the long haul, as he likes to say.

Don't let that last bit make me sound like I'm not a good friend. If I adore you, I will go out of my way for you. If you're sick, I will take care of you. If you need a ride to/from the airport at the break of dawn, I will be there (whining and chugging coffee). I'm a naturally nurturing person, but make me regret being sweet to you, and you will be out in the cold. That being said, I should be a lot more selective (if that is even possible), about whom I chose to extend my time and effort to. It seems like lately, I have a lot less time, but I feel like the people around need me quite a bit. There are a couple people who will get priority of my time, no matter what, but working in the rest... Finding a balance is tricky, tricky.

13.02.21

I spent a majority of yesterday in a magical place called Disneyland. One of my very best friends (we've been friends for... 12, 13 years now?) is a cast member, and we go once or twice a year. I apparently needed one day of childlike joy to jostle me out of my crankiness and get me back to my semi-normal self. Never once, in all the years I have gone to Disneyland, have I ever seen the White Rabbit in anything besides a parade. Now, I realize I am an adult, but I squeed like a little girl after getting a picture with him. The magic of Disney, no matter how many sordid things I know about it, might never actually be ruined for me. Here are the highlights: rode Space Mountain for my first time (not a huge fan, but at least I actually got on it), got to ride the re-vamped Indiana Jones ride, Captain EO (how I had never seen this before, I don't know), went to The Tiki Room for the first time (that place is just slightly creepy). Have some pictures.



One of the best parts about driving up north is the long drive home at night. I don't like driving short distances at night. But give me a long drive on a chilly night with almost no traffic, and I'm happy. Some nights, nothing beats a good drive by yourself with loud music. I liken it in my head to running. When I run, it's just me and my music, and I can clear my head. Same with long night drives. And only two more days of work this week. I can definitely deal with that. I jsut wish I could have slept in longer this morning. But, I woke up in a good mood, so I can't complain at all.

13.02.18

I made this little space to talk about things, share random writing, music. Twitter isn't a valid form of communication for longer trains of thoughts, or what have you. This might get updated frequently, might be left quiet for long periods of time. I don't know. A couple friends encouraged me to share, so here I am.


I've been listening to a weird mix of music lately. None of my own playlists, really. Just random things made by friends, or by Spotify, or by shuffle. I guess I must just be really tired, because nothing is really comforting, music wise. I've been sketching a lot, writing, nothing worth sharing, but it's an outlet. And any creative outlet is a good one, if that's how you are so inclined.


The three day weekend from work was a nice break. I managed to install Linux on my netbook, and get it customized the way that I want it. Learning the commands and using the terminal is a really nice break from Windows. I love it quite a lot. I can see it being my primary OS, with Windows for gaming and such. Although, to be fair, my PC gaming has taken a huge dip anyways, so I guess I wouldn't be giving that much up.


Waiting for August when my little sister turns 21 and we can all wander up to Vegas and celebrate. Some family time would do me a world of good, I think. The new work allots me almost no travel time. I'm not used to being chained to a schedule like I am now, and it's a huge adjustment. This whole year has been a huge adjustment. Not sure if I'm adjusting, or I just don't give a fuck about 90% of it anymore. Time will tell.