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another knife in my hands...
Jul. 31st, 2005 03:41 pmthings we've learned today, despite having spent much of the day passed out:
1) Altering your sleep schedule so you could hang out with someone without acting like you left your sanity six miles back due to lack of sleep is a bad idea because it ensures they will not call you back.
2) You will eventually fall back asleep, but waking up after that will be a bitch and a half.
3) The boss-type you thought could very well be a pain in your ass might be a pain, but also amusing in their own way.
4) Having missed the "you should probably eat. No, really" signs because you were asleep leaves you with an interesting mix of feeling like you're going to end up praying to the porcelain goddess and being hungry all at the same time. Something to be avoided, I assure you.
I need new glasses.
But Impy, didn't you just get new glasses last year?
Yes, little imaginary Timmy, I did, but the place I got them from sucks massively, so I wouldn't trust them to keep a houseplant alive, let alone fix my glasses. I could, in theory, buy a big bottle of painkillers and break in the other pair [headaches always happen when wearing new glasses for me. Always have, probably always will] but... I'm not sure I want to spend my days off in agony.
Sorry, I'm still hung up on the 'sanity' bit way back there. Sometimes I amuse myself so thoroughly that the rest of the world is relegated to scenery. Sucks to be the scenery. Though, realistically speaking, I do believe the scenery is having a much better go of it than I am. Which is good once I stop thinking of everyone else as scenery. :p Until then, it's just insulting. It's like realizing you're a C character in the soap opera of your very own life. How annoying is that? I mean, sure, you think it affords you a little safety, and you can forgive my stupidity at ever thinking that since I realized this before my crashcourse in Buffy. Buffy taught us that no one is safe, even the scenery. *thinks* So, wait, I'm the scenery too?
Bah. Yes, my mind goes off on tangents like that all the time. It's why I'm terrible at retail, because people keep interrupting my brain firing off ideas just to see which ones are weirdest. It's also why I'm a social spaz. Again, my brain is busy trying to figure out where some lyric/quote is from and people are trying to talk to me. "Hey, what's up" is not a difficult question, but unless I'm seriously sleep deprived to the point of madness the answer will probably be a startled, "uh.... not much?" or "plotting world domination". In fact, if I answer something other than a variation of the first or flat out saying the second, you should feel honored. Otherwise, assume you've startled me.
Alright, I need to go find my slutty shirt and shtuff, and head out to buy crap I don't need and some stuff I do. Food would be included, I imagine.
Oh, and upon further inspection of the new Pullip body in pictures, dude. I hate each and every one of you people who complained about your precious dolly's genetalia, cuz now she's all about the granny panties. And while I loathe that phrase, that's so what the new body is. My dolls will be in an uproar! How will the Panda whores properly whore it up with the dolls from Lan onward? Well, actually...
1) Altering your sleep schedule so you could hang out with someone without acting like you left your sanity six miles back due to lack of sleep is a bad idea because it ensures they will not call you back.
2) You will eventually fall back asleep, but waking up after that will be a bitch and a half.
3) The boss-type you thought could very well be a pain in your ass might be a pain, but also amusing in their own way.
4) Having missed the "you should probably eat. No, really" signs because you were asleep leaves you with an interesting mix of feeling like you're going to end up praying to the porcelain goddess and being hungry all at the same time. Something to be avoided, I assure you.
I need new glasses.
But Impy, didn't you just get new glasses last year?
Yes, little imaginary Timmy, I did, but the place I got them from sucks massively, so I wouldn't trust them to keep a houseplant alive, let alone fix my glasses. I could, in theory, buy a big bottle of painkillers and break in the other pair [headaches always happen when wearing new glasses for me. Always have, probably always will] but... I'm not sure I want to spend my days off in agony.
Sorry, I'm still hung up on the 'sanity' bit way back there. Sometimes I amuse myself so thoroughly that the rest of the world is relegated to scenery. Sucks to be the scenery. Though, realistically speaking, I do believe the scenery is having a much better go of it than I am. Which is good once I stop thinking of everyone else as scenery. :p Until then, it's just insulting. It's like realizing you're a C character in the soap opera of your very own life. How annoying is that? I mean, sure, you think it affords you a little safety, and you can forgive my stupidity at ever thinking that since I realized this before my crashcourse in Buffy. Buffy taught us that no one is safe, even the scenery. *thinks* So, wait, I'm the scenery too?
Bah. Yes, my mind goes off on tangents like that all the time. It's why I'm terrible at retail, because people keep interrupting my brain firing off ideas just to see which ones are weirdest. It's also why I'm a social spaz. Again, my brain is busy trying to figure out where some lyric/quote is from and people are trying to talk to me. "Hey, what's up" is not a difficult question, but unless I'm seriously sleep deprived to the point of madness the answer will probably be a startled, "uh.... not much?" or "plotting world domination". In fact, if I answer something other than a variation of the first or flat out saying the second, you should feel honored. Otherwise, assume you've startled me.
Alright, I need to go find my slutty shirt and shtuff, and head out to buy crap I don't need and some stuff I do. Food would be included, I imagine.
Oh, and upon further inspection of the new Pullip body in pictures, dude. I hate each and every one of you people who complained about your precious dolly's genetalia, cuz now she's all about the granny panties. And while I loathe that phrase, that's so what the new body is. My dolls will be in an uproar! How will the Panda whores properly whore it up with the dolls from Lan onward? Well, actually...
