Some Stuff...Mainly Pictures

I guess it's New Year's Eve. Yay. I have no plans. I'm such a loser. Go me.

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I have to work New Year's Day. They bribed me. A $50 gas card for one hour of taking inbound calls. "Sold!" said I when my boss made the offer.

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Random trip to Barnes & Noble today. Got 5 books for less than $10. Man, I love that. Got a CD too. A Night at the Opera by Blind Guardian. Good CD.

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And here's some pics of Bailey. Ain't he cute?!

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And here's my creative moment for the day. Made a wallpaper from a picture I took of a candle in a dark room. The words are from the song "The Dark" by Trans-Siberian Orchestra. (And in a related note, I am sooo getting a digital camera ASAP, as I'm tired of the hit-or-miss shots with film.)

Oh so vague...

I feel like lamenting yet again, which is odd, cus I've been in a pretty good mood all day, as well as yesterday. I know what it is that's gotten to me enough to make me feel like ranting, but I can't write about it. It's kind of hard to explain why. I don't wanna offend or ostracize anyone by this post which is why I won't talk about why I'm currently slightly broody. It's not anything that anyone has done to me on purpose. In fact, it's not anything that anyone has done to me at all. It's just one of those things that can't be helped. That's why I'm being so vague. I'm only posting at all, cus this is something that comes up an awful damn lot, and this time it's gotten to me enough to want to say something. I'm sorry for being so damn confusing, but I really feel like pounding my fist on something and screaming about how fucking unfair everything is. Thing is though, I know that everything unplanned and random is fair solely for its random quality. Equally fair and unfair for everyone. Still, why fucking why?! And again, I'm still in a pretty good mood. This is one of those underlying laments.

Anyways, away from that for now and onto something else. People shouldn't touch me. Period. Yes, there are exceptions to this rule of course, but overall people should just NOT touch me. So when random, fifty-some-year-old male co-workers sneak up behind me and wrap their arm around my waist, I get irritated. And uncomfortable. General rule of thumb, if I touch you, you're allowed to touch me. Grr.

Last verbalized thought of the evening, in the previous post I talked about my odd interest in the guy that I work with. I've been talking to him lately. He is cool and interesting. I'm pleased. He'd probably make an interesting friend, but I think I make him uncomfortable. Must somehow work on that. Not sure how though. I'm intimidating to some people. *shrug* I don't try to be. Ah well, we'll see.

Working in Subconscious Worlds of Peanut Butter

Today was my last day of work until Monday, which makes me happier than I can possibly explain, and, to boot, today was a pretty damn good day at work, I'd say. First of all, I only had to make outbound calls, disturbing people at home, for about 4 hours of my day. Then, I got to sit on inbound for the other 4 hours, only taking a call every five minutes or so. This alone would have made for a very good day, but in addition to less work annoying people, the seating arrangement of my room played to my advantage for once. I got to talk to the cool people seated nearby me in between phone calls. It was one of those rare days where they didn't stick me between two people who irritate the hell out of me.

I feel like this is also worthy of mentioning. One of the cool people seated near to me today is someone whom I have this weird interest in. I've never really spoken to him directly for any length of time, even today when we were in the same group conversation, but for reasons unknown to me, I'm interested in him. That's the best way I know of to put it. It's not a romantic interest or anything like that--good-looking though he is, he could never compare to the man I've already got--I'm simply intruiged by him. He's just one of those rare people whom I immediately like upon first seeing them. I really wanna talk to him once, just to see what he's like (as I said, I'm interested in him) but at the same time, I'm afraid to do so, simply for the reason that I don't want to find out that I'm wrong, and that he's not at all interesting. I wonder if that makes any logical sense to anyone.

Also, in dealing with this random inquisitiveness of mine, I've noticed that generally, the people whom I find intruiging also seem to share the same curiosity towards me. The ones that I do dare to talk to (and am not disappointed by) usually tell me at some point later that they were also interested in getting to know me for reasons they couldn't put words to. Maybe it's a subconscious thing, or a past life thing, or other such incomprehensible thing. I dunno.

Ok, that about concludes tonight's post. It took rather long to post, as I've been interrupted twice by two different 20 minute phone calls from Amelia. And speaking of her, she bought me gourmet peanut butter for Christmas. I can always count on her for something that'll make me laugh.

Excerpts from a Convoluted Mind

I'm really happy.
I'm phenomenal.
I'm in a great mood.

...I got to see my Hans through his webcam today...

That made me smile.
I'm still smiling.

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I'm exausted.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
I just yawned.

...I'm currently functioning on three hours of sleep...

Stupid, stupid me for staying up so late last night,
knowing full-well that I had to get up early for work.

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I'm wondering very much lately just where Leigh disappeared to.
I miss him.
I'm trying not to be concerned.

His absense has made me think a lot lately about online friends and how one never really knows just how they're doing at any given time...

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And to close out these random sentences, here is a pretty wintery scene from my back yard, slightly modified. :)

I'm really lacking in creativity lately... so no title!

Hmm...what to say, what to say?

I got a very kickass Christmas present from Mike yesterday, the 3CD set of Trans-Siberian Orchestra's Christmas stuff. VERY awesome. What's not to love about classic Christmas hymns played on rock instruments??? I tried to tell him that I didn't want anything for xmas, but I'm glad he didn't listen to me, cus I really really love it! :D

Also, if I hear one more person argue about the use of "Merry Christmas" versus "Happy Holidays" or any other such variation of well-wishing during this time of the year, I'm gonna go nuts. It is, bar none, the most ridiculous debate on the planet. Yes, ladies and gents, it beats the so-called philosophical debate of "If a tree falls in the middle of the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?" *rolls eyes* It's dumber than that, cus I can at least identify with the two sides of that argument: one that sound isn't technically sound if it isn't heard, and the other that the sound waves are still created, and are therefore still sound. But whatever. Wishing someone a Happy Holiday versus a Merry Christmas, in NO WAY changes the idea behind what's being said because Christmas is a secular thing nowadays. It HAS to be!!! Even the religious people (except the frighteningly devout) celebrate the secular aspect of Christmas, so they have absolutely no cause for feeling "ostracized" by being wished a Happy Holiday. And all the non-Christians that celebrate a secular Christmas and get offended by being wished a Merry Christmas should just shut the fuck up. Its formal name is "Christmas", and they celebrate it, so why not wish one another a Merry Christmas?! Stupid people need to be shot.

Anyways, I think I'm done for now. :)

Eh, because...

There's a world outside your window, and it's a world of dread and fear...(Michael) says:
she's been sick for quite awhile, and I know these shoes will make her smile
(KD) "Push down the plunger, and the voices will go away." says:
*thumbs up*
There's a world outside your window, and it's a world of dread and fear...(Michael) says:
that's all you have to say?
(KD) "Push down the plunger, and the voices will go away." says:
*clears throat* once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "t'is some visitor," i muttered, rapping at my chamber door. only this and nothing more. ah distinctly i remember, it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow, vainly i had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost lenore. for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named lenore. nameless here forevermore.
There's a world outside your window, and it's a world of dread and fear...(Michael) says:
wow stephie
There's a world outside your window, and it's a world of dread and fear...(Michael) says:
ridiculous
(KD) "Push down the plunger, and the voices will go away." says:
*bows dramatically*

Hogwash!

Here I sit and I shall type!

I'm feeling like I should post something philosophic or at least somewhat intellectual, but sadly, my brain is not running at a very scholarly caliber lately. Perhaps I can revisit my previous pensive posts (alliterations are fun) if I had anything to add to them. Hmm...self-sacrific is much the same. I have nothing to add to that. Love is...wonderful. I have no cause for complaint on that front, except for perhaps the distance between me and the object of my affection. However, that's something that will work out in time if it's meant to.

This whole love thing, actually falling in love and not being confused by it, has made me such a softy. (Little known fact: I always have been sappy and sentimental, but I don't let anyone see that side of me if I can help it, except Hans. And Mike has also got a glimpse of my softer side, as well.) Also I've realized with this new and wonderful learning experience that I really have been in love previously, but that I was holding the standards of love too high. I would get into the why of it for clarification purposes, but as Mike once pointed out, I'm really guarded. He's right.

And in a slightly related, though not cogitative note, I have been dubbed an ostrich by my beloved. This is amusing enough just used as a pet name (no pun intended) between us, but is made even more amusing due to the fact that his domineering ex-girlfriend called him up the other day wanting him back, and he told her that he had a nice, new ostrich of his very own. Apparently she hung up on him confused and angry. Teehee.

Nothing to really add on the contemplative front then I guess.

In other news, it's agreed at work that I have a mischevious smile. So I'm curious, those of you that know me and have seen my smile, do you agree?

I'm also curious about Leigh's absence as of late. It occured to me this morning that I haven't spoken to him in, like, three weeks. That's a pretty rare thing, since he's one of the few that I talk to nearly everytime I see him online. I did notice that his MSN nick has changed since I last spoke to him, so it could just be that I'm not around so much. But still, I've had enough experience with his computer failing or him getting, shall we say, grounded from his computer, so that after three weeks of Leigh-free internet time, I start to wonder. :P

He's Back!

The vet called me a little over an hour ago, and told me to come get my dog. They said he wouldn't stop barking and howling (much the same way he does when me or my dad leaves the house). I could hear him in the background, and they weren't exaggerating.

He's fine and doing great. He's currently laying on my bed next to me, starting to doze off. I'm sooooooo happy right now! And the bill wasn't horrendous, and I can afford it. So that makes me even more happy!

*does a little dance*

:D