I Dig Your Style

When it comes to physical attraction, I am drawn much less to the characteristics people are born with than the ones they choose for themselves. I don't care how good looking someone is, if I don't like their style I'm not going to be attracted to them. It's not even that there's a particular style that I'm attracted to, I'm just drawn to people who choose things based on what they like, and what works for them, instead of what's popular or fashionable at the time. I like to be able to look at people and automatically feel like I know who they are, at least a little bit.

I've Got a "Secret" for You

Yesterday my mom and I were talking about positive thinking, again. She really thinks that if you focus enough on what you want to happen and truly believe that it will happen, then it will. She keeps telling me that the reason nothing good ever happens to me is because I don't believe it will. Here's the problem with that; I live in a fucking fantasy world. I spend an inordinate amount of time imagining what my life could be. I think of something that I wish would happen and then picture what life would be like if it did happen. This is not something I do on purpose, it's sort of automatic. Sometimes I think about these things so intently, and picture them so clearly, that I honestly have trouble remembering whether they actually happened or not. So yeah, if positive thinking worked I'm pretty sure my life would be very different.

Not Doing Things Is What I Do Best

I have a very bad habit of putting off very important things. Today, I suddenly realized that I was not sure when I have to go back to class. I just checked and I still have another week, but I was honestly not certain that I didn't have to there tomorrow morning. I've been on break for almost a month and I just didn't bother to check. I'm pretty sure this type of thing is not normal. I take procrastination to a whole new level. I don't just put off doing things that I need to do, I actually put off knowing things that I need to know.

Fight or Flight.....or Just Sit There.

I don't seem to have the normal fear response that most people have. Not only do I not get scared, I don't even really get startled. Last night I was sitting at my mom's house, by myself, watching Netfilx (because that's what I do with my time). I'm sitting on her couch, which is right up against a huge window, watching Supernatural. Zeke, my sister's cat, is laying in the window right behind my head. All of a sudden there is this loud banging on the glass and Zeke shoots into the air and takes off running through the house. Instead of jumping, or possibly screaming, like most people would I automatically assumed that my sister had come home and that it was her out there. I yelled "you scared the shit out of your cat asshole" without even turning around. It turned out it was actually my mom's boss/landlord/neighbor, but it wasn't a serial killer or anything so I guess it was okay that I didn't care. I remember a few years ago I went to this haunted house thing with my boyfriend, at the time, his brother and a bunch of other people. After we left the haunted house, which I guess is supposedly pretty scary, we stopped at a gas station. My boyfriend went inside and I sat in the car. His brother sneaked up to my window and slammed into the glass. I just turned and looked at him. Needless to say, he was a bit disappointed by my reaction. This tactic will probably not be especially effective against a real threat, but it works pretty well on practical jokers.

Curses!

So I just had to buy a new computer, again! My old one just suddenly stopped working, completely. Every computer I have ever had has done the same thing. One day they just randomly die and I lose everything I had saved on them. I swear I am afflicted with some sort of curse that causes every electronic device I touch to turn to shit. Computers and cell phones seem to be especially susceptible. I once had a cell phone on which the nine button got stuck. That happened to be the button that speed dialed my aunt. So every time I opened my phone it said "calling Aunt Becky." I had another one that had a defective seven button, so if I ever needed to call anyone with a seven in their number I was just out of luck. When I interned at Farm Sanctuary the first time, I took pictures of all of the animals there on my phone. Shortly after I got back, my phone suddenly dies and I lose all of my pictures. I'm not sure who I pissed off but, whoever they are, they are very good. Considering the fact that every aspect of our current society depends upon technology, this is just about the most inconvenient curse ever.

Thanks! I Just Washed It.

I don't understand it, but apparently there is something about me that has absolutely no appeal for people my own age but that older people find very appealing. I never get hit on, and rarely get compliments form anyone within twenty years of my own age but older people, like MUCH older people, are constantly saying nice things to me. Yesterday two different older people complimented my hair. Back when I worked at Goodwill I used to get hit on by old guys all the time. I just don't get it. If you had asked me if there was anything about me that would be attractive to a guy in his sixties I would have said "hell no!" I dress weird and have very short, brightly colored hair, and tattoos. Since when is that attractive to senior citizens? Yet those are the only guys who seem to be interested in me.

Stinky Little Winged Bastards!

The house where I live is completely overrun with ladybugs. They are everywhere! They seem to be especially fond of the upstairs, which is sort of my section of the house. The little fuckers fly at me, and frequently land on me, while I'm trying to exercise in the mornings. Of course I won't kill them, so there's really nothing I can do about it. That's okay though because apparently their life-cycle is pretty short anyway. I know this because their crunchy little corpses keep collection all over my floor. You want to know the best thing about them though? Riley Pug likes to go around every morning and eat the dead ones. He walks around and slurps them off the floor and then makes this god awful gagging noise. I don't know if it's because of that weird smell they give off, or if they get stuck in his throat or what, but it's really unpleasant. (sings) The beeeeeest part of waking up......is your dog gagging loudly the whole time you're trying to eat breakfast.