Is it something so good, Just can't function no more?

Everyone else in the world is having fun this weekend but me. It true. I'm not being "emo"...I'm being gosh honestly truthful. Whats going on this weekend you ask? Some bad ass things yo!

There shows and concerts in the Cleveland area that I could be at, some in Columbus as well. Looking sexy in the crowd at some dive bar, moshing in the pit with a bunch of sweaty dudes, getting a little tipsy and going home to have more sweaty fun with that special dude between the sheets. Then wake up at 2pm, make some mother-fuckin pancakes and be lazy for the rest of the day. Bitchin.

I could be at The Ohio Renaissance Faire impressing all the lads and lasses with my ample bosom spilling forth from my corset. Sporting my leather corset, all my fancy flair, jingling throughout the ground spending money on cool, geeky, Renn Faire stuff. I love the attention, people watching, shopping, the shows. I need to get there...I could live there...I should work there! Would be so sweet.

Or I could be with the rest of The Militia in Pennsylvania at The Battle of Badon Hill. Camping, battles, drinking, friends, sex. All things I require and crave as of now. In that order. I haven't been to an event or seen my Dag buddies since Ragnarok. That was in June people...these are some of the best friends I have. They're my family. My big...sexy...messed up...violent...drunk...cuddly...incestuous family. Heh...dirty.

If I had money I'd be at Exxotica having a hot, sexy, wet, hard, sweaty, blasty blast. I'm super jealous of those there right now. We'll leave it at that.

All in all, people I know are getting laid this weekend and I'm home in Ohio. Getting over some kind of sickness, working retail, mowing the lawn, doing laundry, cleaning house, practicing my domestic duties, going to a (hopefully non-lame) baby shower. And most of all missing him.

My Aim Is True

I don’t know why I enjoy writing disjointed, list form, and random thought journal entries. Maybe it’s because that how I think, it’s how I process my world.

I built a pantry yesterday for my mother. Yes it was one of those from the box things, but I still got to use a cordless drill and stuff. OCD wins when you’re building. That shit is straight, even and level. Looks good, holds lost of things thus opening up the kitchen more and allowing us to be more organized and less cluttered.

Which brings me to my next thought, clutter. We have too much. As a family I mean. The front room, Mom’s room, is ok. Dad’s room looks like a warehouse. Goddamn I hate that room. Shit is just everywhere. Dropped ceilings, dark wood paneling, computer parts, tobacco and filters (we roll our own), CD’s…and everything is covered in a fine layer of dust, ash and the smell of smoke.

Thus my need to overhaul my upstairs rooms. By bedroom isn’t bad. A few things need to go, but after the bed bugs I tend to keep it orderly and clean. My living room is a whole other story. I have too much crap, saved up over the years. Many of it useless, some of it hold memories, and then the rest just needs to find a real home. I want to paint, I want to rearrange, I want to cut back my useless possessions. I want to better display my books.

On to my next thought. (I like how this is flowing, like I planned it!) Books, reading. I need more of this. I have the time but instead I do what most people my age do in this culture. I sit in front of my computer screen or TV (sometimes both) and I click away at pointless things. I’m a slow reader, and a distracted reader. I tend to read 3 maybe 4 books at once, but somehow without confusing any. I think this comes from reading one book for school, one light read for bed and another more difficult one. I read in the morning, with my coffee. It’s bliss. Used to read at the clubhouse while working. Something about reading while at work make me want to read more. I would read at work then when my shift was up I’d go home and read more until dinner. Sounds like I need to be busy to allow myself the luxury of sitting down for a few hours to read. Lord knows I still have no job.

Aaaaaaand onto the next topic! Jobs, work, career ect. I’m hired at my local Fashion Bug, but have yet to start. Still waiting for my last reference to pick up the damn phone and tell them how awesome I am. I assume the background check went well. I need to start working, not just for money, but because I like to work. When I work I stay active, I eat healthier, I exercise, I want to look and feel good because I have a reason to do so.

And now for a list of random thoughts:

• I love classical music; Night on Bald Mountain was a favorite as a child.
• I can’t wait for there to be fresh fruit from our farmers market.
• I want an apartment in the city, but I adore this town.
• Jethro Tull is fucking bad ass.
• I can’t stop watching How I Met Your Mother, Barney is so funny!!
• I hate yard work. No…loathe it. And yet tomorrow I’m volunteering to do it tomorrow.
• I’m a great daughter.
• I’m the best thing that could ever happen to you.
• And I’m the best catch in the sea.

So I think those are my semi-random thoughts of the day (more like the past weekend). Time for a smoke and some groovy music.