I seem to procrastinate a bit. Eggs. I need a schedule-a-day. That I follow. Sleep this long. Have this much coffee. Spend this long on Class A. Class B. Class C. Contemplate Class D. Read own book. Do your internetting on your Blackberry: less random site surfing this way. Eat this for supper. Namely, fruit. and vegetables. Meat isn't even that good. Spend this much time with Boyfriend. With Friend A. Friend B. Structure doesn't have to be a bad thing. I need to get things in order.

Sometimes people say things that you've suspected and thought they believed in all along, but when it comes out you're still flabbergasted and have no idea how to react.

I am twenty today!

Things:

I pull out my eyebrows, and eyelashes.

I do this every Monday night.

This is not to say that I don't do it in between Mondays.

(I AM RIGHT NOW)

I think you can judge my stability based on the thickness of my eyebrows as we move through photos of myself. awwww.

I pierced my eyebrow when I was 15 or so, sitting on my bedroom floor.

Part of my reasoning was "maybe instead of tugging out my eyebrows, I will just fiddle with this barbell!"

Not the case!

katiela: we're dissecting cats in bio
katiela: i don't like waking up at 6:30 and arriving at school at 7:10 to dissect cats.
katiela: not how i'd like to start my day
pip: SOME START THEIR DAY WITH FOLGERS

And I think that perhaps today I will Feel Better About Things

because this muck I am climbing around in isn't doing it for me and really I should just step out and get a loofah

because there is nothing to really muck about it at all

because everything is a-okay and that isn't to convince me,
because it is the truth
and nothing but.


And today I will perhaps mail a book to somebody and put a letter in it and throw a note into any random page,

and I will write a sticky note to the postman thanking him for the mail every morning


and I really must clean this coffee table even though I always put my feet on it anyway


and maybe I will buy something today
like a coffee
but that isn't a habit to get back into, pal.



and I will stay content the end     

Burning up the town.


My upper legs (some might call them "thighs") are on fire. My laptop has been sitting on them for an hour or so, and the fan really doesn't cool down the computer as much as it used to. I could make hot chocolate on here I tell you.



In any case my laptop just reheated and shut off to prove my point.

I have been living in Victoria for nine days and I have done precious little to show for it. With any luck within three days we have discovered downtown Victoria, and applied for work (and finished updating resumes, and printing them, naturally. also time consuming.)

Must get into schooling because knowing people would be neat. Networking! Pals!

.. twitter friends!

D:



Am writing in my paper journal as much as I can, although I can  hardly think of anything inspirational to write down. My head's been in a slump of a mindset recently, and unfortunately I'm quite sure it's to do with The Weather.

Which perhaps makes a cloudy and raining climate short of ideal.

Who knows.


Anyway. Will climb out of slump. Will get a job.

Will get into school and add twitter to Mobile and feel really hip about it.


Will probably leave Rune Factory unfinished, will continue to watch Tugger progress in GTA 4 and will wish I was half decent at it myself. yay


nightums.     

I live in Victoria now

and everything should be okay



and I never update this but I always feel like I should because although I don't filter it (surprise?), it's a much less browsed thing I suspect.


I hate job hunting. I'm pretty underqualified. I can type like the dickens?  

Things are looking better; If I felt the need for metaphors they wouldn't be so terrible this time.

I'm not going to try though.


Things are not how I thought they would be. Christ, where did I think I would be now, before? Same apartment?

I thought things would change.

(AHAHAH).



In that situation. Things did  change, by the bucketloads~

And I'm happy!
I'm not stressing out about everything, I don't come home and have some ridiculous breakdown, with or without the company of those which I lived with.
Things are nice.

I'm not so full of sparkles and shades of pink and clouds and all of that garbage this time though. Slightly worrisome, slightly, but for the most part, I think all that excitement from Before was because I doidn't think it would happen. And it did.

And it did and everything went to shit.

So, good!


Good.

I come home now and think about moving to BC and think about future things, without worrying about drugs and cigarettes and dishes under furniture and upset bottles.

I come home now and think about seeing friends, and think about spending time with Tugger, and think about spending time with Tugger, and think about spending time with Tugger.

Because that is my most favourite thing to do.

Oh what a mess of things.

I have no fitting metaphor.

A receipt, crinkled up so it won't lie flat anymore?
A crack in the wall?
A clock, where the second hand ticks in place?

I have no decent metaphor, in any case.