bekindtostrangers: (Bones: But Here's the Kickster)
 I switched my site navigation from "Vertigo" to "Horizon," so we'll see how long it takes me to get confused.

I spent a good part of yesterday doing nothing reading magazines and working on my style board. Some might call it an inspiration board. It's basically an oversized (we're talking seriously huge, I can't even hang it because I don't have a stud to nail it into) corkboard. I go through all my magazines that I am obsessed with love and cut out styles/fashions/things I like and pin to the board. It gives me inspiration for how I dress, makeup I do, how I decorate my house for a month or two months or however long I am inspired. If I start to gather a lot of things from magazines, I eventually switch things out. I put what's on the board in my stylebook - a giant scrapbook dedicated just to the clippings - and put the new stuff on the board.

Kind of lame, and pointless, but it makes me happy. I like being able to go back through the years and see what's changed.

So that's what I did yesterday. Today and tomorrow are barbecue central. Two barbecues today, one tomorrow. One of the ones today is at my boyfriend's dad's house, my boyfriend and his dad who are Jewish. Which means no pork, of course, which leads me to ask, what's the point?

I'm waiting for him to change (he's slow, bum knee) and then we are off! Barbecues are the only good thing about summer, methinks.

AND PEACHES.
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Cuz I just did that. I was trying to send an email to a dear friend, clicked a button and it said WOAH CRAP STOP ARE YOU SURE? so I actually looked to see what button it was and it wasn't the send button, it was the delete button so I yelled said loudly "WHERE IS THE SEND BUTTON?" and then I found it. Because you know, I'm a total n00b  at gmail or something.

Today is a crap day, in case you were wondering. There's not nearly enough chocolate in this house and far too much sobriety.

At which point does it start looking up? I mean, I've been a pretty okay kid, right...? So why am I not being cut a break? How far down do I have to go before I can start climbing up? Any advice?
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You know, I've started this post half a dozen times. I just don't know what to say. I want to bitch and moan about my dad and how he keeps spending money I keep telling him we don't have and keeps putting his account into the red so I have to piece meal the shit out of my savings and have now spent around $300 on overdraft charges and there I got it off my chest.

Let's talk about happier things, shall we?

I work in Cubicleland. Gray cubicles (and floors and walls and ceiling) as far as the eye can see. We're rearranging/rebuilding some (most) of the cubes (except mine) on the floor to get ready for the sale that managers won't admit is going to happen probably this fall ( I mean, who paints a stairwell just because? Really?) and it's quite noisy and busy on the floor right now. I love how some of them are being rearranged - it's been needed for a long time - but, for example, I almost walked into one of the new cubes today. So, I'm awesome.

Change seems to be a recurring theme in my life right now. So, I think my bank account needs to change into having some money. See what I did there?

I splurged on a stack of trashy magazines today. God, I love magaznies. Bought Cosmo, Elle, InStyle and People. I always get Cosmo and a People, but I haven't read Elle or InStyle in eons, so I thought "hey why not." My best friend is abandoning me tomorrow and my boyfriend is abandoning me tomorrow, sooo I need something to do and this something shall be wear a beauty mask, eat unhealthy food and read trashy magazines. God, I'm so LA.

ETA: To show you the depths of my maturity, let me show you my eats today: breakfast broccoli (eesh I hate spelling that word) and carrots with spinach dip; dinner peanut butter cookie and iced tea; supper green pepper slices with a balsamic viniagrette, a third of a box of mac and cheese spirals and a handful of tortilla chips. RAWK. The theme today?: Lazy.
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I am removing the FO-status from my LJ because I just don't care anymore. I will over the next short while open up whatever entries I deem worthy of being public. Some, of course, will remain private or custom or FO.
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...because that's all I ever come here to do.

Moving on.

Okay. Maybe my idea of internet etiquette is misplaced, but let’s try this. I’ve been around these intertubes for near on 20 years (dear god, I’m old) and I’ve developed a few habits, and seen others develop the same habits, so I’m thinking I’m not wrong here.
 
This stems from an argument with the boy, so there might be much ridiculing of him in here. He’s aware.
 
Think of the interwebs as a giant room where lots of people mingle. Do you come into the room and wait for someone you know to acknowledge you? I don’t understand how this works. Do you expect your friends to be watching the door (i.e. their buddy list,) waiting for your arrival with baited breath? And if they never notice you standing at said door, you quietly leave without ever talking to them?
 
Why is the onus on your friend? They’re already here, they’re already partying. One would assume that they’re not waiting just to talk to you, so why would you assume they would notice as soon as you enter the room? Ignoring someone because you don’t want to interrupt is just rude, in my opinion, more rude than “interrupting” said person. Because unlike real life, you don’t actually physically interrupt someone.
 
And I have a friend who is an actual interrupter and some days it takes everything I have not to hit her in the head. Tangent: if you’re having a conversation with both, or more than two, people actively involved, that’s one thing and interrupting might be excused in that situation. But when I’m sitting here saying, “Yeah, I’ve been getting hives, I think I’m allergic to myself.” And you cut me off and say “ANYWAY, OUR BOSS IS REALLY HOT AMIRITE?” or whatever you were spewing = RUDE.
 
Just so you know.
 
Anyway.
 
When I sign into instant messenger, I talk to anywhere from 2 – 6 or 7 people, as well as have multiple browser windows and tabs, as well as my email, as well as twhirl or twitter.com, as well as Word. I’m a multi-tasker. I can do a lot and I can do it all at the same time.
 
To accomplish this, I must make a sacrifice. And that sacrifice is minimizing my buddy lists. Why? Because almost everyone I know IMs me when THEY sign on. If people are on when I sign on, then I IM them. I don’t expect them to know I’m there. I assume everyone minimizes like I do, because you DON’T need the buddy list open all the time.
 
So if you sign on and I don’t IM you, I’m not ignoring you. It does not mean I’m mad at you for being home late, K. It means I didn’t see you, pure and simple.
 
As far as I’m concerned, if we don’t talk, that onus is on you.
 
Never mind that you live here. This is the digital age, after all.

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