Thing One and Thing Two

So...duality. I'm a Gemini, and I think that symbol really fits me well, in a way. I'm like two twins stuck inside one body; part of me is super girly and pink...I have two Britney Spears albums, I yell words of encouragement at the tv when watching Animal Planet's "That's My Baby" and I even tear up sometimes when people are kicked off of reality shows. I love hosting parties and wearing makeup and I love to organize and make things pretty. The other side of me is like some sort of Wednesday Addams; I spent today humming Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart", I like snakes and bugs, I'm addicted to horror movies and CSI, I'm fascinated by body modification, I like working nights, I've yet to introduce myself to my neighbors, and I can sometimes have trouble being the fake kind of nice, and end up just being a bitch instead, because that's what I feel like doing. Oh, and I also like science AND art, as well as talking and not talking. I could talk or not talk for hours. And on that note, I'm going home. Thank you, and good night. :)

Floccinaucinihilipilification

So. I've been pondering the relationship between my antisocial tendencies and my conflicting desire to be accepted and admired by my peers. So far it seems pretty dysfunctional, as relationships go. I am shy and pretty insecure when I first meet people, so I'm pretty quiet. Then when they start talking, most people seem so different from me that I assume they'll either not like me because they'll think I'm too spoiled, not like me because I'm so liberal, not like me because I'm not so into religion, not like me because I have a college degree, not like me because I don't have a graduate degree, not like me because I'm too fat, not like me because I'm not pretty enough or cool enough, not like me because I'm too big of a snob, not like me because I swear or because I say gross things, not like me because I'm too quiet, not like me because I talk too much, not like me because I ask too many questions, not like me because I'm not really a partier, not like me because I'm too responsible, not like me because I'm not working in "my field", not like me because hell...who knows...because I'm happy. Which I really am, but which contradicts strangely with how socially insecure I am. The other thing that contradicts with my insecurity is that I'm truly not interested in hanging out with people that much. I have trouble returning phone calls and emails, I almost never just email them on my own, and even rarer is the time I'd actually just call someone on my own with out them calling me first (and specifically telling me to call them back). If I only had one free day I'd prefer it be spent either with Brett or alone, rather than with others, but if I have two I'm usually interested in making plans for ONE of the days. I can't decide whether or not I'm dismissing society or society is dismissing me. I'll talk a little more about my duality in my promised second post of the evening...

Second Post

People have been getting to me more lately; I've lost all patience for people who run on and on when asking me a question, or people who need me to repeat myself because they weren't focused enough when I gave them an answer the first time. I'm sure this has happened because of my job; I answer questions from bankers for a living, and often times the bankers are more ignorant, less experienced, and/or not as quick as I am. The thing that pisses me off is that it's transferring over to my personal life and I'll be having a conversation with Brett and motion with my hands for him to speed it up and get to the point if he starts to ramble, or I'll talk to him like he's retarded when he makes me repeat myself over and over or he doesn't understand something. Even though he's way smarter than most people, and I shouldn't be behaving like that. So I'll try to be better I guess. Maybe it's just a phase I'm going through, or maybe it's just that WaMu has sooo many New Hires right now that it's grating on me more than usual, but whatever it is, I don't likes it.

So.

I wanted to write in this once a day, and I missed Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. So today through Friday I'd like to make myself post twice a day, but we'll see if that actually happens. What will I write about in this post...hmmm...let me look around for inspiration.........Garbage Pail Kids. Someone from my old team at work gave me a bunch of Bazooka Joe-esque GPK gum pieces (that appear to be made out of some industrial-strength resin) that have cool GPK stickers wrapped around them. Retro things are cool. I came across my two cop car MicroMachines on Sunday, and was bitching to Brett that my little blue cadillac MicroMachine has been missing for awhile now, and my cop cars have no one to chase. He lit up and said, much to my shock and delight, that he had a whole slew of MicroMachines in the garage that I could play with. So we got them out and played with them and had a super time. I just wish I had some Strawberry Shortcake dolls...

Sleepies and Vampires

I'm so tired...sooo, sooooo tired...it's almost time for me to go home, but I'm thinking of watching Mad Mad House when I get there, even though I'm so sleepy. I'm so fascinated by alternative people...piercing, vampirism...all that crap. Less so the hippy crap, just because that really doesn't seem that alternative to me since I'm from such a hippy-ish place, but the other stuff I'm just really intrigued by. I'm too self conscious already to pierce up my face, and I've had too many doctors and body artist people and the like warn me against some of the other piercings I've been interested in. Hands? too many nerve and tendon problems. Tongue? Bye bye tooth enamel. Neck or collarbone? Just a bad idea in general. I won't go into the belly or the boobs because that was more an aesthetic decision than a health issue, but still, no body piercings yet. Maybe one day when I'm like 65 and it'll be REALLY sexy to have a bunch of metal in my flesh...then I'll do it. The "modern primitive" guy on the show makes me feel more brave about it though, and he reminds me that I never did get the rest of the places I wanted to tattoo done. (note to mom and dad: no more tattoos in places summer clothes won't cover, I swear) Anyway, so the vampire. I've always thought vampires were so hot, and I still think if the opportunity arose I'd probably want to be one (a real one, not a cap-toothed goth-and-go shopper) so I was super stoked that they had a vampire and I wanted to see what he/she'd be like. Well, he's a loser. He looks like Butthead from Beavis and Butthead, and he sounds like an ASS and he dresses like...well like he used to have a punch card at Goth-and-Go (hot topic, for those of you not familiar with it's CatandBrett alias). Anyway, I've been off work for about ten minutes now, but to recap - piercings: still intriguing, vampires: still intriguing, but mostly totally lame.

Second Post

So Brett has a blog now, and I have to pee. That's my update for now. Way to cop out on the second post, Cat. I don't know where his blog is located; he said he wanted to make one, I pointed him to blogger, he said he made one and was going to title it le blogue or something, and then he went offline and went to bed. When I know where it is I'll post it here, and most definately add it to my links page. Great, now I have to update my links page...thanks Brett. Wait...wtf...who cares if I have to update that page, I'll be creating a whole site for him this weekend I bet...helping him lay out his blog and adding a subdomain for him on my site. That's a little more work that just an added link. It'll be fun though, and now that I only have nine more minutes left to work and I've written two posts as promised, I'm going to start cleaning up my desk and getting ready to get the hell out of here...

Okay, okay...

I said I'd post every day and then THE NEXT DAY I failed to post. I'm so consistent. Today I'll post twice to make up for it. First I'll post about Snausage (aka Sasha). Let's start with a picture of her from the other day:

This is Snausage in my shower. Every morning like clockwork I get up and go straight to the bathroom. Sasha, who sleeps right next to me in her little bed on the floor wakes up, follows me in there, and waits patiently by the door to the shower. I open the shower door from my spot on the crapper (I've decided that if I'm going to write in this thing every day I'll be damned if I'm going to try to write for a more universal audience, so crapper is the word I have chosen this evening) anyway, I open the door from the crapper, and she stands up and with ever so much grace and dignity and sniffs her way into the shower with her little twitching nose and whiskers. There we remain for usually about five minutes or so; me appreciating the regularity of my bowels, Sasha sniffing around the shower, hot on the trail of my bed-head shampoo. The strangest part is that usually she starts licking the shower after a few minutes...the walls, the floor, even sometimes the little thingy that catches the water at the bottom of the door. This little weirdo has multiple water bowls that are cleaned and/or refreshed several times a day, and God only knows what kind of strange crap she's licking up from the shower...tub cleaner with teflon, shampoo, people cooties, mildew, etc but eeeeevery morning it's the same thing...she's so frigging cute, and so entirely our kind of cat. :)

Busy Me

I've been so crazy busy...I've had a weird schedule because of some training at work, Sasha's been sick, blah blah blah. BUT my schedule is going to be back to days as of 03/22/04, so that'll be cool. 0600-1445, so Brett and I may even be able to carpool. Yay!! :D I have split, non-weekend days off though, so that's sort of lame. Anyway, I decided that I'm going to *try* to make myself write in my blog everyday, no matter how short of an entry it ends up being. So yeah...here's my super short entry for the night. :)