Posts tagged personal problem
Posts tagged personal problem
I’m in sort of a weird spot, emotionally.
I’m actually not sure at all how I feel about most of what is going on with me, except that I’m going to Virginia three weeks from Monday and that’s awesome, and I’m going to a Viking Festival on Saturday and that’s also awesome.
Aside from that?
I think I’m a little lonely. I’m a lot of confused. The inside of my head is paint swirling in water. There’s a lot of color there and a lot of chaos and a lot of beauty too.
I could use a friend that won’t judge me.
I’m missing things that I never had and sad for things that left me years ago. Autumn, for being my favorite season you’re doing a bang-up job at messing with my head.
I think I’ll just sing me some songs and try to ignore the cacophony. Only thing to do right now, I suppose.
I went on a fairly epic car ride with my buddy Kyle today (which was a four-hundred mile trip. over eight hours or so. through winding twisty mountain passes)
I was (incorrectly) under the assumption that I would not need sunscreen, as I was in the car essentially the whole time.
As a result? The entire right side of my body is sunburned. As well as my left kneecap.
FOOLISH TANS LINES, I HATE THEE.
the negatives of being on hardcore painkillers?
opiate-influenced sleep paralysis.
fuck my LIFE.
i’m not sure if i’m sick or just sad.
either way i don’t want to get out of bed.
my brain chemistry has decided that my new sleep medication is to be treated like bad speed.
i am displeased.
So I went to a super rad comic superstore today. It was awesome, HUGE, and I was totally in geek-girl overload nuclear meltdown. I posted about it on my facebook, because it was SUPER AWESOME.
A friend of mine left a comment stating simply “The New 52!” I did not know what he meant, and therefore asked. A second acquaintance (I thought we were moving towards friends, but now I’m not so sure) posts the Wiki link to what the new 52 is, followed by a “Let Me Google That For You”.
Is it wrong that I’m incredibly pissed off by the fact that he felt it was necessary to insert himself into a conversation and be a total condescending prick? In my eyes, it wasn’t at all necessary or funny, and since I’ve only known the guy about a month, I don’t think we know each other well enough to be a friendly-fucking-around kind of level.
Ghharaaag. Maybe I’m just being over-sensitive.
This is my third tattoo and his first. We got these done for Valentine’s Day but we couldn’t wait. He is my best friend and I’m in love with him. On our wedding day, waaaaay in the future, we’ll have these showing with our backs to the crowd. It was done by Bill Everly at Freakshow in Fort Collins, Colorado.
So in five years when these two have split up, she’ll be on fuckyeahtattoos AGAIN with a tattoo that says “SALVIA”, because that’s just how she rolls, and he’ll be back again with “POE”, because he just fucking loves literature y’all.
Couple tattoos are absurd. I’m really sorry, I HATE criticising tattoos, but it’s the height of naivety to get a tattoo that relies on being read in conjunction with another.
I wasn’t gonna say anything, but…yeah. Possibly we’re a bit cynical (realistic?) (bitchy?)
Realistic. Definitely realistic.
Is it weird that my biggest problem with this is the fact that for them to expose these to the crowd on their wedding days, he’ll have to be wearing a sleeveless tux? Don’t wear a sleeveless tux to your wedding, especially not to show off your poorly thought-out tattoo.
i am not feeling very sociable tonight.
Please don’t mind the recent rush of interior decorating posts. I’m brainstorming for redoing my room and trying to use tumblr to decide on something. So…expect a lot of fuckin’ shabby chic and shit.
I love succulents, but they make me sad.
My dad loves succulents. They grew all over my side yard when I was growing up, and my dad and I used to go on hunts when I was younger to go find particular ones, at nurseries and plant shops and places that were scheduled for construction.
And now he’s barely part of my life at all so they make me sort of sad.