I’m officially a fail at updating this regularly. Seriously, I have the time. My motivation is kind of at a low point. It’s sweatshirt & coffee weather, come on, what do you expect? I’ve got my netflix que lined up, ready to get back into Borderlands, and I have an unending supply of books being mailed to me at work. I’m loving it. Of course, now that means I’m prone to act more antisocial. That brings me to the title of this beastie. I have 3 new numbers of people I’ve met the past 2 weeks and have told me to call them anytime I want to hang out or go do something. I’m awkward and surprisingly shy at times. I would rather be the one getting called. I’m aware I need to get over that, but I never want to be the clingy ‘that girl.’ What if they only gave out their numbers to be nice? I guess the worst they could do is not answer, and that would be that. I just need to grow a pair and act with some of the confidence I pretend to have (I am fairly confident, don’t get me wrong, but I act with more than I have in hopes of actually being that confident- yes I play mind tricks on myself. Roll with it.)
I’ve set an official haircut date. Thursday at 6 pm I’m lopping everything off in hopes of a cute, curly bob of sorts. I’m nervous. The woman who made my appointment is doing the cutting, and she seemed in her own world. Also, in other bodily news, I found myself missing weight-lifting this week. Who knew I actually liked it and just needed a few months off to realize it? Bad news is that means I have to add another $40-60 to my monthly bills for a gym membership. I hate bills. I hate checks. It’s been 2 weeks and my rent check still hasn’t been cashed. I’m nervous they lost it and will evict me without notice. Then I can close my Iowa bank account, and pay my other bills with my new account. God I’m old.
Another sign I’m getting old? I’m fairly sure my neighbor above me wears construction boots all the time and enjoys stomping around in tantrums. I honestly believe he/she is trying to walk that heavy. It must be a conscious effort. Or a morbidly obese person (which I find difficult to believe, since they are on the 5th floor and the steps are too quick for anyone of substantial chub).
On the topic of being aggressive, this post made me notice how often I write in a passive voice. Now starting an effort not to. Because I’m not that passive, dammit, I hold my own. I have clout. It seems like I could really fix all my (minor) issues just by using it more. Noted.
Good night, all. Time for me to end the day with some of Joss Whedon’s Angel. (Awesome Whedon quote of the day: Reporter: “Why do you always write such strong female characters?” Whedon: “Because you’re still asking.” SNAP!)
