In which Alex wonders...

What exactly she did in a past life to get this much recurring karmic bullshit dumped on her.  It sure as hell isn't for anything I've done this life.  PAH.

Internets! Yay!

I now have internets. And Food Network.
Huzzah.

In which Alex freaks out.

Wow. Oh my god. Wow.

I guess I have to pack.

Holy shit.

I think I'm still in shock.

In which an epiphany of sorts is had.

I was lying in bed last night and I had a sort of epiphany. I mean, it wasn't a real "oh my god the world is different" epiphany, but it was an epiphany nonetheless.  I am technically an adult now.  If I wanted to, I could go out and get a tattoo of the telletubbies on my bloody forehead and no one could do a thing about it.  Well, except possibly the tattoo artist having me taken to a mental hospital... But I could do pretty much anything to myself- I don't have to get someone to say I can.

It was just one of those moments where even thought you knew something before, it just kind of clicks.

As for what I did yesterday? I went and hung out with Elise, we saw Lucy at the Parliament Building, and went to Beacon Hill Park.  (there will be photos of baby goats and ducks in the near future). Grabbed Lucy, minor body modification, dinner at John's Place, went to Bolen's for a bit, and then watched Enchanted with Elise and her brother Patrick. (Patrick and I were douchebags and probably ruined the movie since we are both perverts).


"I would hit that like the fist of an angry god."

In which dinner is too hard a decision.

I've been feeling restless lately. I don't mean "I have to run around" kind of restless (though sometimes it is that too) but more of a "my life is stagnant I need to do something with it" kind of way. It irritates me, because I just don't know.

I've also been feeling like even very simple decisions are far too difficult for me to deal with sometimes. Such as what to have for dinner- I don't even have many choices but I feel almost overwhelmed by just having to make a decision. It keeps making me want to do something like spend money on a pizza or something (which is not only unhealthy, but not as cheap as it could be and I have no money) I should go get groceries, but I probably won't. I just don't feel like leaving the house, going out and dealing with all those people, especially as I will probably only get one or two things, partly because there is just so much to choose from, and I'm not sure if I really want it, and partly because I just don't want to be in a crowd. If I were going, I should have gone earlier in the day, when there would have been fewer people there, as opposed to know when everything is going to fill up with the after work crowd.

I guess I will figure it out someday. Let's just hope I don't starve first.

Also? The person above me is either really noisy, or is secretly a hippopotamus who likes to be up at one in the morning.

An illustrated chronicle in which Alex finally updates her blog.

The girl, commonly known as Alex, woke up on the overcast but comfortable morning to the sound of the music from her alarm clock. Groggily she slowly heaved herself into a sitting position on her bed, glaring at the offending electronic.
"Oh hey, Alison and I are hanging out today. Cool!"
With much more enthusiasm she arose and took her pills, slowly wandering to the kitchen for a piece of cold pizza to eat as she channel surfed the time away before she showered.
Her hair still soaking her shoulders she called her friend to establish some sort of schedule. "... awesome. See you in a bit!"
The two girls wandered downtown, going to record stores and bookstores, the bathroom at least twice (maybe even three times) and they got gelato, some of which was lactose-free, as Alison's body appeared to have some sort of vendetta against the yummy goodness of any form of real cream, milk and cheese. They sat at the Inner Harbour, until the rain made them decide to walk. They even ended up going to a tea store or two. Through their journeys the girls spent money that they both probably should have saved. Alison bought her mum a Mother's Day gift, and bought herself a book filled with personal accounts of WWII. Most would be unable to determine why on earth Alison would buy such a book, but those who knew her better realized that it was for The Big Super-Awesome Television Series About WWII that Alison was going to write someday after she went to film school and became A Big Famous Television Writer Whom Lots Of People Have Heard Of. Alex bought a tea-ball, hers having mysteriously vanished sometime in the year she spent with The Roommate From Hell. She bought things from The Looseleaf Tea Store Made Of Awesome.
She bought Yummy Tea (Casablanca: Moroccan Oasis), and a Totally Awesome Mug. She could also justify these purchases as necessary, as she was destined to someday be a Bigshot Somebody With Lots Of Money And An Awesome House (though a bigshot in what exactly no one knew, not even her), and besides as an English Major, she was expected to drink lots of tea and wear black turtlenecks. She didn't like turtlenecks, so she didn't wear them, though her coat was black, but she did like tea (which is far harder to drink if you prefer looseleaf tea and have no teapot or tea-ball).
Alison and Alex then hopped on a bus and headed towards their respective domiciles. Alison proceeded to eat dinner and go to class, whereas Alex drank some Yummy Tea out of her Totally Awesome Mug, after taking pictures to put on her blog (because she was a nerd like that sometimes). Alex eventually decided to bake the peanut-butter-cookies-in-a-bag that she had purchased days before out of curiosity, post to her blog (which she had not forgotten about at all but she had not posted to it because she was stressed and didn't really have much to say that didn't sound emo or silly or really boring) and listen to wrock.
Some of the cookies turned out Very Crispy But Not Burnt.
Such was Alison and Alex's day out.

The End, I guess.

THERE'S A TARDIS IN YOUR UTERUS!

Or: "How Alison is not pregnant."
So Alison wasn't feeling well for a while.  She informed me that she had figured out why.  I asked if she was pregnant.  She responded with "yes" on the next line she said "no".  We have now firmly established that Alison is not pregnant, but if she were, it would be either Immaculate Conception, or a time-baby.  Possibly a Tiem Baby. As a result of tiemcock.  Or the fact that Alison has a TARDIS in her uterus.

So I've been drinking.

I swear I have consumed twice my body weight in water, and only a tiny fraction of this fluid has done what water, once drunk, is prone to do.  Ergo I ask: what? Is it the weather or something? There is no excuse for this, especially since I know this means I will be up every two minutes.

I am still watching much more music (after having turned it off for a while) and between work and much music, I have heard the song "Scream" by Timbaland (and some chick) that I almost think I might like it.  Which is sick and wrong.

Last but not least: Blogger seems determined to not post my blogs the first time I hit post. It is just odd.

WTB: Tapestry needle.

I need to buy a tapestry needle, because I am done my second thumb, and need to be able to string it to something, since I don't have a hundred size 4 dpns and I can't just let everything just sit there.  I wonder if we have them at work.

I have that feeling again. I know it is probably just me. The problem is that I can't tell. And if it isn't just me, I know that what I do when I have that feeling makes it worse. It isn't even a concious reaction, at least not until I do it. Then it is like watching a car crash from the sidewalk: you just sit there and scream as it happens, and there is nothing you can do but try to deal with the aftermath. Only in this car crash there is a fire, or downed powerlines, or a mob of giant grasshoppers preventing you from stepping in and helping so you just have to wait for the authorities. I really wish there was some way I could tell.  But the only real way to tell is my feelings about it, which have already been established as unreliable at best. At least I hope they are.

In other news, the music they play on much more music really sucks sometimes.

I don't know why.

But for some reason right now, I can't knit at all.  I'm just saying. For now I give up.