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 Hey, I tried

Went to visit The Boy this weekend. In case I haven't mentioned it before, The Boy lives on the beach. This is his front yard:

( Old-Timey Style Photograph )

Specifically, I took that from the sidewalk in front of his building. I used Instagram, hence the ooh ahh SFX. Aren't I digital.

We didn't do much. Hung out mostly, watched some movies, spent time together. That's what it was for. His basketball league (he coaches) starts soon, and then fall term starts (along with league and regular basketball) so he is muy busy during the fall/winter. 

The weather was in the low 60s, cool and cloudy in the mornings and sunny in the afternoons.

I could handle that all the time.

Now I am home, with my new bangs and relaxing in the A/C. And no, my eyes aren't blue.

 This heat is killing me.

I don't know what my problem is this year. Normally heat doesn't bother me too much, but DUDE. It is way too early for 100* temps, 110* heat indices and 90% humidity. UNCOOL. Literally.

I just feel so sluggish this year. I want the cool, brisk days back. Come on, fall!

In other news, no real other news. I had summer hours today (left at 1:15,) went to lunch with a friend and then parked myself in front of the fan. And I'm wearing a skirt. I won't go into details. 

If you'd like to, comment with:

One thing that you know about me.


And one thing you don't, but want to.

Took a mental health day. I feel much, much better for it. I was not in a good place before I left for work this morning, so it was sort of a last minute decision, but one that was wise. I plan on spending a large part of today cleaning, and tonight is Bones and Grey's Anatomy! Good day, if you ask me.

I spend a LOT of time here. I'm constantly reading a few specific comms and I check my flist daily.

Nothing to say, I guess. Is that good, or bad?

No matter. I'm happy enough.

If you are a huge religious group (talking 20+) stopping at Starbucks before church, where other patrons overhear you say that you only have 5 minutes, do not order 20+ custom drinks and then bitch about the wait time.

Those of us who AREN'T part of your group, who who came in AFTER you don't appreciate the damn long wait time, either.

And I thought it was absolutely atrocious. I had stuff pouring out of every nook and cranny, the walls were cinderblock, so I could only hang things with poster tack (and the one I so intelligently chose was blue, which left a lovely polka-dotted effect,) the floors were vinyl linoleum and I didn't have an oven or a closet to my name.

My first few months were horrible. It was constantly a mess because I couldn't ever get anything back where I got it from. Sort of like a brand new fitted sheet. Looks all nice and shiny when you first buy it. Still looks super pretty when you take it out of the package. But once you unfold it, you will NEVER get it folded the way it was before. Ever. EVER.

It was a lot like that.

That taught me a lot about downsizing. I thought I got rid of a lot of stuff but it always seemed like more and more appeared when it came time to move again.

I've had smaller apartments (~380 sq ft) and much, much larger (~900,) both with roommates and without and I've learned I've sort of become an accidental minimalist along the way.

I've learned that I actually don't attach a lot of sentimental values to things - rather, I am wary of others' sentimental value. Can't get rid of this because [family member that I haven't seen in years] will get mad. Can't get rid of that because what if [friend] asks about it?

Once I started learning about myself, it became a lot easier to not be saddled down by things.

I'm thinking about all this, because I just moved, again. I'm hoping this time I can actually stay for a year. The move was rather quick and uneventful, as I don't own a lot of things anymore. But it still took more car trips than I'd like. So, as with all moves, I'm looking at what I can discard or donate. I plan on getting rid of my dresser. I barely use it, I didn't pay much for it, and well over 90% of my clothes are hung or folded on shelves in the closet.

Moving on.

It's been awhile since I've posted. Mostly it's been a mix of doing three jobs at work, dealing with same old, same old home stress and just being tired all the freaking time. Nothing worth writing about.

It's better now.

I'm getting ready to head to the farmers market. And if there aren't any peaches, someone's going down.

ETA: We've been peached! Only... in a way that doesn't sound bad.