each night i wander home and think, "yeah, i could write about this or that or someother thing that's happened to me today." later that night i sit in front of the computer and forget every damn thing i've done all week. then i start clicking away and reading other people's stuff for a while, sometimes even clicking on a link or two when the right mood strikes. by the time i'm done with that, it's the wee hours and i'm too tired to even think about what i want to write (and can only remember that it was dummm anyway) so i just check up on the weather and run off to bed. this condition is what's commonly known as internet time suckage; and i am a victim.
in an effort to stop pointing and clicking quite so much, i've made a new pledge, soon to be broken as most self-pledges are, to stop getting on the internet when i'm depressed. it's just as bad as sitting in front of the television with a bag of doritos and the remote control. sadly, while i was sad and watching a trashy movie last night, i could at least make a bracelet at the same time. as a sub-pledge of the aforementioned pledge, i will keep up with my "getting out of the house" thing. the sub part might help keep the main part in line, and sometimes i am less depressed when i'm doing stuff.
for instance, we had planned a getaway to portland for this weekend. circumstances arose that made us rethink and replan it for next weekend. all fine and good except for my hissy fit/preteen outburst of crying. so then we were going to change our plans to fit our schedule and go to see a friend. idea number two was quickly struck down and i was quickly spiralling down into a world of shit. (not as far as the kubrickian full metal jacket thing, but i was being a total bummer for sure. doesn't that movie scare the crap outta you? why does it always come on cable when i LEAST need to see that scene?) after my "sad shuffle" around the house finally stopped, derek made me leave the house for french toast and errands. in the spirit of being spontaneous, i stopped into a salon.
the haircut thing has been going on for as long as the new sofa thing did. after much research and about a zillion recommendations, i went with one given to me by a total stranger. i met the hairdresser and went for it. and yes, i am happy with it so far. i got some red streaks put into my normal basic black hair and a razor cut that swings down the jawline. i have a jaw! yes tanya, it's exactly the sort of thing you would have done to my hair, thank goodness. i must have been channeling you into the hairdresser when i kept on saying "whatever" to all the suggestions of what to do with my hair.
next weekend we're going to portland even if it is raining. we'll just head out of there before the st. patrick's day stuff really gets going. ack. drinking holidays make me shudder.
the other cool thing we did this week:
went to a literary reading and met mary's author friend janice. she is so terribly adorable! i loved her instantly, and the story about her aunt linda made me cry. you simply must read girlbomb, because janice totally rocks!
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