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Dorama
I had about two or three posts I was typing about whatever has been going on this week, thoughts, projects mainly halted by familial drama. :S
I won't go into detail. Suffice to say, I am not really talking to my concert-going friend, Ange, anymore, the one who blew up and then ditched (was that a week ago??? Seems like an age). And I am currently trying to keep various segments of the family from throttling each other. Should I bother? Perhaps I should just let everything explode. Hmm. Sometimes you can't really prevent that from happening and it can be a good thing. A few beneficial explosions I do not mind (I mean I do, but eh), I just do not want people to wind up never speaking to each other ever again.
In other news, spider. Yes. I had this littleish, black, fuzzy spider living in my room. I don't like hurting things unless they pose a real threat. Unless it's a Black Widow or a Brown Recluse which I hardly ever see the former and they never come in. They prefer dry, dusty, hot, outdoor places. Even then I find a way to remove them.
The harmless ones like to come indoors on occasion to look for stuff to eat/do. This one had tiny black stripes on its legs and two little blue dots below its beady eyes where it's mouth is. It looked sort of like a really tiny Aragog! I also have a ginger cat though. The other day it rappelled to the ground. Actually what they seem to do is rappel part way and then crazy free fall to the ground. But they're spiders, right? Really strong and really sturdy. I scooped it up with a book and placed it on a shelf as Bill spotted it and was eager to go torture the poor thing. A couple of times it tried to come back down and I was like, "Uh. No. Go back up. Cat down here, remember?" It either was bothered by my voice or it understood English cause it climbed back up to the ceiling.
Then..later on, I'm playing piano (with headphones on...I have a Casio Privia so as to spare people being driven nuts and I like the privacy), when I feel something soft land on my head. A second later, I think, "That's the spider, isn't it?" So I got up, took the headphones off and fluffed my hair and it dropped to the ground. Needless to say, I put it outside. There's nothing to eat in here anyway. It was making a beeline for my bed and I was like, "Oh, hell no!" I doubt it would harm me but I'd probably squish it on accident.
I watched it crawling along towards one of my flower pots when a bug crossed its path. It did a scarily fast, abrupt about face, determined that it wasn't lunch and then strolled on. "You're a little scary sometimes, Spider, you know that? Brilliant, but scary."
It'll be happier out there.
Aside from that....working very little :( (need to find a job with more and more reliable hours), grocery shopping, playing piano, binge watching Doctor Who, sitting on the patio garden when I have time, and making a frankly unrealistic reading list for 2015, but where's the fun in having a realistic one anyway?
I might dig into my closet (dvds) and binge watch old Nickelodeon tv shows. Family drama makes you feel sort of vulnerable. As I get older, I sort of pine for simpler times, but then I remember that they weren't simpler, merely different. As a kid, you have a lot of worries about being good enough, not upsetting parentals, dragging your arse off to school every morning (and the workload! How the fuck did I ever manage it?? and swim on top of that!), worrying about what you're going to do, yada yada. It's true, bills are less of an issue, but well, I don't have to go to six or seven periods five days a week. Sometimes I think that jobs are better, some days school sounds better. But either way, life wasn't all roses back then.
I am pretty good with how it is now even if it is far from perfect. It's a work in progress. I am starting to realize that is just life all over, possibly forever. "In Progress". You are always rushing to get somewhere to experience things, making plans, but you're never quite "done".
Need to sort out my head today.
I won't go into detail. Suffice to say, I am not really talking to my concert-going friend, Ange, anymore, the one who blew up and then ditched (was that a week ago??? Seems like an age). And I am currently trying to keep various segments of the family from throttling each other. Should I bother? Perhaps I should just let everything explode. Hmm. Sometimes you can't really prevent that from happening and it can be a good thing. A few beneficial explosions I do not mind (I mean I do, but eh), I just do not want people to wind up never speaking to each other ever again.
In other news, spider. Yes. I had this littleish, black, fuzzy spider living in my room. I don't like hurting things unless they pose a real threat. Unless it's a Black Widow or a Brown Recluse which I hardly ever see the former and they never come in. They prefer dry, dusty, hot, outdoor places. Even then I find a way to remove them.
The harmless ones like to come indoors on occasion to look for stuff to eat/do. This one had tiny black stripes on its legs and two little blue dots below its beady eyes where it's mouth is. It looked sort of like a really tiny Aragog! I also have a ginger cat though. The other day it rappelled to the ground. Actually what they seem to do is rappel part way and then crazy free fall to the ground. But they're spiders, right? Really strong and really sturdy. I scooped it up with a book and placed it on a shelf as Bill spotted it and was eager to go torture the poor thing. A couple of times it tried to come back down and I was like, "Uh. No. Go back up. Cat down here, remember?" It either was bothered by my voice or it understood English cause it climbed back up to the ceiling.
Then..later on, I'm playing piano (with headphones on...I have a Casio Privia so as to spare people being driven nuts and I like the privacy), when I feel something soft land on my head. A second later, I think, "That's the spider, isn't it?" So I got up, took the headphones off and fluffed my hair and it dropped to the ground. Needless to say, I put it outside. There's nothing to eat in here anyway. It was making a beeline for my bed and I was like, "Oh, hell no!" I doubt it would harm me but I'd probably squish it on accident.
I watched it crawling along towards one of my flower pots when a bug crossed its path. It did a scarily fast, abrupt about face, determined that it wasn't lunch and then strolled on. "You're a little scary sometimes, Spider, you know that? Brilliant, but scary."
It'll be happier out there.
Aside from that....working very little :( (need to find a job with more and more reliable hours), grocery shopping, playing piano, binge watching Doctor Who, sitting on the patio garden when I have time, and making a frankly unrealistic reading list for 2015, but where's the fun in having a realistic one anyway?
I might dig into my closet (dvds) and binge watch old Nickelodeon tv shows. Family drama makes you feel sort of vulnerable. As I get older, I sort of pine for simpler times, but then I remember that they weren't simpler, merely different. As a kid, you have a lot of worries about being good enough, not upsetting parentals, dragging your arse off to school every morning (and the workload! How the fuck did I ever manage it?? and swim on top of that!), worrying about what you're going to do, yada yada. It's true, bills are less of an issue, but well, I don't have to go to six or seven periods five days a week. Sometimes I think that jobs are better, some days school sounds better. But either way, life wasn't all roses back then.
I am pretty good with how it is now even if it is far from perfect. It's a work in progress. I am starting to realize that is just life all over, possibly forever. "In Progress". You are always rushing to get somewhere to experience things, making plans, but you're never quite "done".
Need to sort out my head today.