Posts tagged neurotics

when i’m sending myself important information i usually email it to myself

that way it’s on my phone and in a searchable, saveable spot.

then when i send myself something else, i reply to the original message using ‘reply all’. to myself. not even reply; i reply all.

just want to make sure everyone is involved.

so today it’s snowing

and for just a second when i woke up i literally thought that the world was playing an april fool’s day trick on me.

i’m serious.

i thought mother nature was just going to perk up the second i got outside. it was going to be all sunny and wonderful as soon as i walked out of the door.

i believed this so much that i stepped outside without a coat. locked my door behind me.

then turned around and facepalmed. yeah. of course it’s still snowing. it’s the fucking WORLD. it’s snowing, me.

what the fuck is wrong with me?

(reminds me of the time i thought i was in a zombie apocalypse.)

i think i’ve eaten one meal or less a day since monday. i’m not trying to lose weight or anything, just haven’t had much of an appetite.

but it is visibly noticeable that i’ve lost some weight.

getting swine flu or having a really bad week is officially the quickest way to lose weight.

This is going to get worse long before it gets better. Also: this is the most thought I’ve ever put into emails. (gotta love that ms paint compression)

This is going to get worse long before it gets better.

Also: this is the most thought I’ve ever put into emails.

(gotta love that ms paint compression)

writing vs. typing

I hate writing on paper.

I used to love it, and the truth is that I have at least 50 notebooks completely filled with writing, cover to cover. But the thing is, when I write I just can’t write fast enough to get out all of my thoughts at once. I will be writing a sentence and by the time I come to the end of it I will have forgotten the wording (which I find to be very important) of the thought that I was thinking literally seconds ago. It could be an ADD thing, it could be a poor memory thing, or it could be my mind forever changed by having a computer (Somewhere I read that our attention spans are now shorter causing more kids to not be able to finish a novel the way that we used to when we were kids because it’s easy to just wikipedia an article, look up a short story on the internet, etc. That makes me sad).

I don’t know what it is, but I do know this - typing is the only thing that will let me get out my thoughts fast enough. If I’m thinking of a clever sentence or some idea for a photo, most likely I am by a computer. If I’m not, then I’m definitely not by a pen and paper at the same time. I do carry around several notebooks with me everywhere - just in case an idea does come up that I need to get down. But I guarantee by the time I pull out the paper and pen and start writing, there are key elements I’ve forgotten about what I may have wanted to say.

Of course, all of the above leads to another problem I have - with the ability to type things as they come to mind since I’m on a computer all the time, comes my amazing ability to elaborate on a concept too much. WAY too much.  While above all I could’ve said was ‘writing on paper takes too much time’ that sentence sounds like I’m a fucking retard and I’m impatient. Sometimes it’s good to elaborate.

And really, it can take too much time, but only because I have a horrible memory. Or my brain is programmed to depend too much on the speed of typing on a computer.

But I will be the first to admit - there is something highly satisfying about writing. The feel of a pen against paper is great and after you’ve gone off into this little writing world and you come out of it and see ten pages of whatever, it’s a great feeling.

But it’s just not fast enough. :/

Does anyone else have this problem?

this sandwich comes with a story. first of all, i didn’t bring my camera to work, so this isn’t the greatest quality. for that, i apologize. second, it is confirmed that a gyro is indeed a sandwich. so this most definitely counts. third, i was eating this in the cafeteria at my work downtstairs. i’ve worked here for two years or so, so i’ve gotten to know most of the people that work here. so when i got this today and sat down to eat it, i noticed a lady there that must have just started this week and i hadn’t had a chance to meet her. she was sitting by herself and sort of looking at the ceiling. not quite, but kinda. her eyes were just wondering everywhere. i was sitting about five tables away from her, and not quite in her direct eyesight. there were a few other people sitting directly ahead of me talking about their latest wow conquest, so i picked a table to eat at by myself.i noticed as soon as i started eating, ceiling lady stopped looking at the ceiling and started staring at me. directly. i mean, she wasn’t even being sly about it, it was a downright stare. i thought maybe she might be a vegetarian and she was upset that i was eating a gyro filled with so much meat. i am not that much of an asshole really, but i just go about eating my sandwich. i mean, i’m not moving just because she doesn’t eat meat. i notice after ten minutes or so that she is still staring. i mean REALLY STARING. she will not let her eyes leave my sandwich. so out of pure entertainment, i start eating the sandwich in a pretty sloppy manner. i mean, these are messy anyway, so it wasn’t that hard to get a little bit of sauce on my face, etc.  but after a little while i’ve made a good mess of myself. so the sauce is dripping out of the back, kind of down my hands (don’t worry, i had napkins nearby and washed my hands after all of this) and so i’m just not caring at this point. i figure this lady will stop staring out of pure disgust of my eating habits. i’m not a sloppy eater, but turned into one just for her. because i think it’s kind of rude to stare and couldn’t figure out why she hadn’t stopped yet after me making it very clear that yes, i do see her staring. so just when i’m wondering what is going on and why she’s staring so bad, she gets up and walks away. with a walking stick. FOR THE BLIND. she wasn’t staring, she’s blind. she couldn’t see a damn thing. at this point i look over with the sauce running down my hand and some on my face and notice that the WoW geeks have been watching me the entire time. i wipe my hands and face, get up, and walk out, completely beet red. this is lucky #13 of NSM. and i’m SO embarrased.

this sandwich comes with a story.

first of all, i didn’t bring my camera to work, so this isn’t the greatest quality. for that, i apologize.

second, it is confirmed that a gyro is indeed a sandwich. so this most definitely counts.

third, i was eating this in the cafeteria at my work downtstairs. i’ve worked here for two years or so, so i’ve gotten to know most of the people that work here. so when i got this today and sat down to eat it, i noticed a lady there that must have just started this week and i hadn’t had a chance to meet her. she was sitting by herself and sort of looking at the ceiling. not quite, but kinda. her eyes were just wondering everywhere. i was sitting about five tables away from her, and not quite in her direct eyesight. there were a few other people sitting directly ahead of me talking about their latest wow conquest, so i picked a table to eat at by myself.

i noticed as soon as i started eating, ceiling lady stopped looking at the ceiling and started staring at me. directly. i mean, she wasn’t even being sly about it, it was a downright stare. i thought maybe she might be a vegetarian and she was upset that i was eating a gyro filled with so much meat. i am not that much of an asshole really, but i just go about eating my sandwich. i mean, i’m not moving just because she doesn’t eat meat. i notice after ten minutes or so that she is still staring. i mean REALLY STARING. she will not let her eyes leave my sandwich. so out of pure entertainment, i start eating the sandwich in a pretty sloppy manner. i mean, these are messy anyway, so it wasn’t that hard to get a little bit of sauce on my face, etc.  but after a little while i’ve made a good mess of myself. so the sauce is dripping out of the back, kind of down my hands (don’t worry, i had napkins nearby and washed my hands after all of this) and so i’m just not caring at this point. i figure this lady will stop staring out of pure disgust of my eating habits. i’m not a sloppy eater, but turned into one just for her. because i think it’s kind of rude to stare and couldn’t figure out why she hadn’t stopped yet after me making it very clear that yes, i do see her staring.

so just when i’m wondering what is going on and why she’s staring so bad, she gets up and walks away. with a walking stick. FOR THE BLIND. she wasn’t staring, she’s blind. she couldn’t see a damn thing. at this point i look over with the sauce running down my hand and some on my face and notice that the WoW geeks have been watching me the entire time.

i wipe my hands and face, get up, and walk out, completely beet red.

this is lucky #13 of NSM.

and i’m SO embarrased.

Things that make me a bad girlfriend: I nap. All. The. Time. I’m like a bear and every day is a constant changing of seasons. I nap at work, I nap at home, I nap on vacation. I nap a lot. But can never sleep at night. Unless drunk. :) Even if I don’t nap, I still can’t sleep. Go figure.

Things that make me a bad girlfriend: I nap. All. The. Time. I’m like a bear and every day is a constant changing of seasons. I nap at work, I nap at home, I nap on vacation. I nap a lot. But can never sleep at night. Unless drunk. :)

Even if I don’t nap, I still can’t sleep. Go figure.