Well kiddies, heading back out to the ol’ family farm for a few days with my dear grandmatine.
Apparently there was coyotes out in the yard the other night, and Bear, the dog, was trying to chase them dow, and then something ran up a tree and knocked my grandma’s solar panel out of the tree. So now that’s two jobs for me to do; put the solar panel back, and clean the gutters. Yay! Heights!
Good morning tumblr! Or good afternoon. It’s raining fairly hard right now, so let’s assume no walk for Airyckah today :(. Maybe then I’ll just watch movies, and tumbl. Yeah, that’s definitely sufficient use of my time, in placement of job searching…. :/
Well, I’m gonna hop into bed and get some more sleep. Good night :)
Why am I still awake? Seriously. Maybe I should listen to something a little bit more… soothing than Escape the Fate if I am trying to sleep? Cold be helpful!
Went for a nice old walk last night. Met Andrew down at Cornerstone, wandered around, then went down by the river. When my dad came to pick me up, he gave me the big lecture on “Places you don’t want to be in the city” “Places you don’t want to be alone in the city” “Places you don’t want to be after dark in the city” (which, as it turns out, is anywhere but your house) and “Places you don’t want to be alone after dark in the city”. Basically, everywhere that is not my parent’s neighbourhood is where I don’t want to be during the day, and everywhere but the house is where I don’t want to be after dark. So here I am once again sitting around the house on my laptop. Noice.
- Real internet, not on a crackberry.
- Real internet means real tumblr.
- Family and friends.
- I miss the mountains.
- It’s flat.
- No mountains.
So I found a spider in my bed. I am now sleeping on the loveseat, and refusing to use my contaminated blankets and pillows. There’s no particular reason for it, but I have always been extremely arachnophobic. I’ll be sleeping on the couch for the next two weeks, at least. Last time I found a spider in my bed I was on the couch for over a month. I can’t help it. It’s like my OCD. I want to stop organizing everything, but I can’t.
That’s another thing. My mom tries telling me she thinks it’s a misdiagnoses, because my room is a disaster area… but I was talking to Elaine, my supervisor at CT, and her daughter is extremely OCD, like 54964 times more than me, and she’s the same way. She organizes everything, counts her steps, (threes, not fours, like me. I can’t imagine. Three is such an odd, weird number,) the main difference is she was obsessed with cleaning her hands. Apparently she quite often scrubbed her hands raw.
It’s like, we know it’s unrational, but there is nothing we can do to stop it.