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My eyes feel irritated right now, which is not really helped by staring at the computer screen, but I can't very well update using a pencil and piece of paper, can I? Oh well.
Monday evening LS came over and I made the yummy mini-cheesecakes... mmm. She amused me with talk about her teachers and other randomness.
Tuesday... what the hell did I do Tuesday? Nothing, I think, other than have a really terrible headache. I had to take some Excedrin and hide my face in a blanket so I could try to nap. I didn't, but eventually felt better.
Yesterday was kind of odd. I went to Costco with my parents and brother... it seemed like a good idea at the time, but as soon as I walk in, I immediately recall why I don't like shopping there. There's too many people, and all of them are pushing these super-sized carts overloaded with who knows what, and a lot of them try to run you over as you walk, and then give you a dirty look, as if you're purposely trying to block their path to the 100-roll pack of toilet paper.
After that, we stopped at Food Max (I can't decide if I love or hate their jingle... "Take it to the max! Maximize your shopping power, Food Max!") to get randomness. I can't remember the last time I was in that store... It was pretty much all good until we got to the checkout, and we had to bag our own groceries. Guh? I've so been spoiled, shopping at Raley's all the time. I would make a really terrible bag-girl... I was getting everything all discombobulated. Hey, just like in real life!
Tuesday night I'd gone through some cookbooks, looking for yum recipes, and last night I made one of them, a potato-and-onion casserole. It's pretty much just scalloped potatoes in a pan, with big chunks of onion in it. It came out fine, but I didn't care for it as much as I thought I would.
I've been more interested in cooking new things recently, or cooking regular things differently. It made me think of this thing I read in a book my mom bought - it's called "Be What You Are", or maybe "Do What You Are" - some kind of New Age-y title like that. It's about the different personality types (I'm an INTP) and about what kind of jobs they'd be good in, skills they need to refine, all that high school counselor jazz.
Anyway, in the book it also talks about some of the things people do when they start developing other traits that aren't really strong to their type, and it mentioned that those who are becoming more interested in things like cooking or listening to music are developing their "sensing", as opposed to either intuition or thinking, I forget which. So, yay me?
Then after we had dinner last night, one of my dad's friends and his wife came by to visit, and I got stuck in my room with Pepé for almost two hours, and he was barking the ENTIRE time. I wouldn't have minded it so much if I wasn't trying to catch up with the first season of "Deadwood." Grr. I also watched an episode of "Lost". It was neat, but I don't know if I'll watch it again, just because I can't stand to come into something in the middle. If I'd known Harold Perrineau was in it I would have watched the first episode, I think. Oh well. I'm not really down with the getting stuck on an island concept, anyway.
I don't know if it was just being annoyed about the dog or what, but last night I was in a really bad mood. It's generally like that for me - if I get upset about one, tiny dumb thing, I'll just be really pissed off about all the bigger things I didn't get mad about at the time they happened.
I either read an article or saw a news story about people controlling their high blood pressure through meditating, so I tried meditating, but it failed because I have no control over my brain, and whenever I tell myself to not think, I end up thinking more than I normally would. Grr.
That experiment having failed, I decided I should develop some romantic, not-so-secret drinking problem, a la Marissa on "The OC." I was too impatient to have anything that needed to be shaken or done in the blender, so I had a rum-and-coke, only it was actually a cherry-rum-and-vanilla-creme-soda. It was quite good, but it got warm really fast, and I couldn't be bothered to get any ice, so I drank only about 1/4 of it. So much for becoming a lush. I had to sit myself down and give a serious lecture to myself about that's why I don't drink much in the first place, because I know how I am... an addictive personality, if you believe in that kind of thing. A lot of people don't, which is understandable, because it kind of gives an excuse for people behaving badly. So, I now vow to never drink again!*
* Until EC comes back, hopefully soon, and makes me a pina colada, cause hers just rule.
But oui, I'm feeling fairly cheerful today, as much as I ever do. Tee hee. Even though Pepé slept upstairs, I woke up a few times during the night. I had this one neat dream, though, where it was my birthday and EC was here and we were hanging out. She had this old but nice-looking blue convertible we were driving around in. We were waiting to go somewhere, and Domenick Lombardozzi (from HBO's "The Wire") showed up and he thought the car was really cool, and we got into this big conversation with him and his girlfriend (?). I all of a sudden felt really self-conscious, so I went into the bathroom, and my teeth really needed to be brushed so I did, and also changed my outfit because I was in sweatpants and an old top. Man, even in my dreams I can't be cool.
Monday evening LS came over and I made the yummy mini-cheesecakes... mmm. She amused me with talk about her teachers and other randomness.
Tuesday... what the hell did I do Tuesday? Nothing, I think, other than have a really terrible headache. I had to take some Excedrin and hide my face in a blanket so I could try to nap. I didn't, but eventually felt better.
Yesterday was kind of odd. I went to Costco with my parents and brother... it seemed like a good idea at the time, but as soon as I walk in, I immediately recall why I don't like shopping there. There's too many people, and all of them are pushing these super-sized carts overloaded with who knows what, and a lot of them try to run you over as you walk, and then give you a dirty look, as if you're purposely trying to block their path to the 100-roll pack of toilet paper.
After that, we stopped at Food Max (I can't decide if I love or hate their jingle... "Take it to the max! Maximize your shopping power, Food Max!") to get randomness. I can't remember the last time I was in that store... It was pretty much all good until we got to the checkout, and we had to bag our own groceries. Guh? I've so been spoiled, shopping at Raley's all the time. I would make a really terrible bag-girl... I was getting everything all discombobulated. Hey, just like in real life!
Tuesday night I'd gone through some cookbooks, looking for yum recipes, and last night I made one of them, a potato-and-onion casserole. It's pretty much just scalloped potatoes in a pan, with big chunks of onion in it. It came out fine, but I didn't care for it as much as I thought I would.
I've been more interested in cooking new things recently, or cooking regular things differently. It made me think of this thing I read in a book my mom bought - it's called "Be What You Are", or maybe "Do What You Are" - some kind of New Age-y title like that. It's about the different personality types (I'm an INTP) and about what kind of jobs they'd be good in, skills they need to refine, all that high school counselor jazz.
Anyway, in the book it also talks about some of the things people do when they start developing other traits that aren't really strong to their type, and it mentioned that those who are becoming more interested in things like cooking or listening to music are developing their "sensing", as opposed to either intuition or thinking, I forget which. So, yay me?
Then after we had dinner last night, one of my dad's friends and his wife came by to visit, and I got stuck in my room with Pepé for almost two hours, and he was barking the ENTIRE time. I wouldn't have minded it so much if I wasn't trying to catch up with the first season of "Deadwood." Grr. I also watched an episode of "Lost". It was neat, but I don't know if I'll watch it again, just because I can't stand to come into something in the middle. If I'd known Harold Perrineau was in it I would have watched the first episode, I think. Oh well. I'm not really down with the getting stuck on an island concept, anyway.
I don't know if it was just being annoyed about the dog or what, but last night I was in a really bad mood. It's generally like that for me - if I get upset about one, tiny dumb thing, I'll just be really pissed off about all the bigger things I didn't get mad about at the time they happened.
I either read an article or saw a news story about people controlling their high blood pressure through meditating, so I tried meditating, but it failed because I have no control over my brain, and whenever I tell myself to not think, I end up thinking more than I normally would. Grr.
That experiment having failed, I decided I should develop some romantic, not-so-secret drinking problem, a la Marissa on "The OC." I was too impatient to have anything that needed to be shaken or done in the blender, so I had a rum-and-coke, only it was actually a cherry-rum-and-vanilla-creme-soda. It was quite good, but it got warm really fast, and I couldn't be bothered to get any ice, so I drank only about 1/4 of it. So much for becoming a lush. I had to sit myself down and give a serious lecture to myself about that's why I don't drink much in the first place, because I know how I am... an addictive personality, if you believe in that kind of thing. A lot of people don't, which is understandable, because it kind of gives an excuse for people behaving badly. So, I now vow to never drink again!*
* Until EC comes back, hopefully soon, and makes me a pina colada, cause hers just rule.
But oui, I'm feeling fairly cheerful today, as much as I ever do. Tee hee. Even though Pepé slept upstairs, I woke up a few times during the night. I had this one neat dream, though, where it was my birthday and EC was here and we were hanging out. She had this old but nice-looking blue convertible we were driving around in. We were waiting to go somewhere, and Domenick Lombardozzi (from HBO's "The Wire") showed up and he thought the car was really cool, and we got into this big conversation with him and his girlfriend (?). I all of a sudden felt really self-conscious, so I went into the bathroom, and my teeth really needed to be brushed so I did, and also changed my outfit because I was in sweatpants and an old top. Man, even in my dreams I can't be cool.
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