Yes, I Did It Again

I changed my mind again and wanted to have a more subtle, simple design, and something light and fluffy.  Less Darth Vader.

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My kitchen smells like brownies.  That picture is not of brownie batter, it’s of cake batter, and it’s an old picture… but aren’t you just craving brownies now?  Err… if you like chocolate, that is.

I have dinner tonight with Sammy and then work in the morning.  Yuck!  Tomorrow is a special day at work, and it always brings out the jerks.  I don’t get why people complain about something that’s free.  But whatevs.  Then work until Wednesday.  Bah.  Work.  So excited to go back to school.  School a week from Monday! Squee.  But wait until a week from Tuesday and I’ll be complaining.

Ramble ramble.

Makeovers are Fun!

Let me clarify that title, though.  Makeovers are fun as long as there is no makeup involved.  Not a huge fan of painting my face.  Every once in a blue moon, I’ll use mascara and lip gloss (or occasionally, lip stick).  But that’s all.  Seriously.  And only for special occasions.  I won’t wear foundation. …  I even avoid it in theatre.  I think the only time I got stuck with foundation was for A Midsummer Night’s Dream, the time when I played Cobweb.  And even then, it was only because the faeries were all white/light blue.  I’m pale, but I’m not that pale.  But that show is one that makes me grumpy.  It was incredibly poorly directed.  At this point, it’s just humourous, but while I was going through it, it was a nightmare.

But this entry isn’t about that show (thank gooseness).  This entry is my announcement that I’m officially done playing with my layout.  I love it, love it all.  It’s going to stay like this:  i.e., the makeover is over.

I’ve changed the theme somewhat subtley to a Harry Potter-esque feel.  This celebrates my geekdom, and it’s reminiscent for me.  I’ve had online-thought-processing since I was a freshman in high school, and consistently, I’ve had Harry Potter themes.  I designed my GreatestJournal layout myself.  GreatestJournal doesn’t exist anymore, so I can’t show it to you.  Point and fact?  This layout celebrates me as a person.

I will post later tonight about the course of the day, topics ranging from WiiFit to my Awards letter (ohmygooseI’maseniorincollege!!! EEK!).  Right now, I have a hot dog waiting on the grill for me to devour it.  I love summertime.

Happy Meal!

“Somebody needs a happy meal.” ~ Abby Sciuto to Jethro Gibbs, NCIS S4 Ep. 16.

Some days are nice, and they usually end up being nice on accident.  Today, I woke up positively miffed because of the snow.   Then the day went forward, snow turned to rain, and eventually I had a hot chocolate and stopped noticing.  I gave Justin a ride to a meeting, spent some time with Sammy, and Bryan was wonderful through the whole thing.  Again, I’m proud of him.  He’s doing so well.  Really, it means a lot to me.

WordPress has this nifty feature that gives me my blog stats.  How many people have viewed it, and which pages, from where, et cetera.  On average I get like… four views a day.  It doesn’t count me, either.  It senses I’m logged on and it neutralizes the visit.  So that’s kind of fun.  Makes me feel like there’s someone out there, maybe just trolls, but still… someone.  Sammy’s the only one so far I’ve given the link to.  I haven’t decided who else I trust yet.  Not that I don’t trust people, it’s just… I have a difficult time bearing my soul to other people.  I don’t know why.  I think part of it was because I had a friend flip out at me in high school for being selfish and not caring about others enough and I was making my trivialities bigger than other peoples’ real-life issues.  I’ve tried to forget what she said, but I never could… and every since I’ve been hesitant to open up to people.  I’m sure there’s probably more to it than just her, though.

So I’m sitting here tonight, pretty much at peace.  My back hurts a little (from the way I’m sitting) and Bryan and I are having a mature conversation that isn’t about our relationship.  I’m having a good night.  I think I’m going to shut down, watch some NCIS, and just be happy.

Tuesdays

“I’m not here on a Tuesday. I know, I know what you’re thinking- If I’m not here on a Tuesday, and we’re not open on a Tuesday, and today is Tuesday and I’m standing here, then how can it be. Well, it depends on how you look at it!” ~ Mr. O’Callahan in Laws of Attraction.

Edit: New Flash Posted!:  Perfect; Witch Hunt.

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So, as predicted, yesterday didn’t end happy.  In fact, in ended quite awfully.  I cried myself to sleep… for dumb reasons I don’t wish to discuss.  But you know what?  For once, Bryan was there the whole time.  That meant a whole lot to me.  Because traditionally, he’s not.  I was talking to him via text message of all things, and he could tell I was upset.  Granted, I wanted him to tell… but the point is that he did.  He usually doesn’t.  I can say “I’m crying, show me love?” and generally he’ll say “I’m sorry.  I love you.”  but this time he didn’t.  He tried to call, he let me vent, of all things he offered to find me Sean’s number so I could talk to someone else about it besides him.  For Bryan, that’s huge.  But I didn’t want to talk to Sean, and at any rate, I have his number, and his phone is dead until he gets a new charger, or a new phone.  Still.  Wow.  I think I stared at that message for a good five minutes before I responded.  I can’t explain how big of a deal it was that he said that.  But no, it made me feel better to talk to him, and talking to Sean would totally not have helped anyway, in this case.  So he’s getting a big kiss when I see him for being wonderful.  Because he’s earned it.  Erm.  Bryan, not Sean.

I don’t know where today is going to go.  I feel like it’s going to be a so-so kind of day.  Not the kind of day I was hoping for on a Tuesday.

This is the point where I get to choose if I’m going to talk about friends and the abstraction which is friendship for the third day in a row (because it’s utmost on my mind) or if I will talk about something entirely different.  I’m going to go with something entirely different, because I feel like a broken record.  We’re going to talk about Tuesdays.

For some reason, Tuesday just seems to be that-day-of-the-week.  I mean, there’s a whole improvisational theatre game called “It’s Tuesday” where you have to start every scene with “It’s Tuesday” and attempt to create an amazing scene from that.  Then there’s the quotation above.  I watched Laws of Attraction Sunday night and I need to emphasize how amazing it is.  Anyone with any respect for either romance or comedy should see it (SHOOT!  I forgot to bring Two Weeks Notice for Sammy!  … Oh well.  I’ll see her Friday).  But I digress.  Laws of Attraction is, believe it or not, relevant to Tuesday due to that quotation above.  Tuesday is practically a character in that movie.  If it weren’t for the fact that it was Tuesday, Julianne Moore’s character would have gotten a car and she wouldn’t’ve driven with Pierce Brosnan’s character, which eventually led to hours of bonding, which led to them going to a local festival, which led to other things that will spoil the entire plot if I tell.  Point and fact?  If it weren’t for Tuesday, there would be no plot in that movie.  Tuesday is incredibly important.  Why?

Okay.  I understand Monday.  I daresay Garfield made Mondays important, not to mention they’re the head of the work week.  Fridays?  Same deal.  I get it.  Schoolchildren all across the United States worship the concept of Friday, because it leads them into Saturday, which is, of course, no school.  Wednesday is the middle of the week.  Kinda exciting, I s’pose.  And there’s a character in the Addam’s Family named Wednesday.  Saturday and Sunday get props for being the weekend.  But Tuesdays and Thursdays?  They seem entirely unimportant.  Thursday never gets any press… why does Tuesday?

I actually don’t have an answer.  I’m just wondering.

I just learned that WordPress has a word limit.  It’s probably a good thing, because I could go on and on and in fact was trying to.  But it seemed to cut me off at 800 words.  Oh well.  Y’all can read exclusively about Tuesdays, I suppose.  They’re an interesting enough topic.  Especially on a Tuesday!!!