Oi...

*looks blearily at the screen* Why am I wearing contacts again? Oh yah, the doctor said I couldn't get a prescription for them unless I wore them for a week. Blarg! They don't hurt or anything, but I'm keenly aware of them on my eyeballs. And everything's just a little fuzzy. I can see perfectly fine at a distance, but anything within two feet gets wonky. I think I'm losing my near-sighted-ness. I can only see clearly if said object is two inches in front of my face. I wouldn't call that nearsighted. I'd call it BLIND! Anyway, I'll keep with it only because I really want the contact for costuming and such.

Speaking of costumes, I'm giving up on Velma for now. I realized that in order to make the costume unrecoginzable to my co-workers, it wouldn't look Velmaish enough to be recoginzed outside of work. Ah well, it's ok. I can use the skirt fabric to recover a body pillow I have. At this point I don't intend on dressing up. I could wear an old costume, but B isn't dressing up anyway, so it's a little pointless.

GAWD! I wanna rub my eyes so badly! *whines* Maybe I should just tell the doc they work and not worry about wearing them all week. I just know I'm going to get a headache...*cries* I'm such a fussbucket.

Oh! Lastly, another resolution. I will take more pride in my apperance. No, that doesn't mean weight loss (covered that in another post). It means doing more than 'shower and go' in the morning. Putting on some makeup, actually thinking about what I'm going to wear, etc. I have nice things, but I don't put the time and effort into using them. I have loads of makeup that I end up throwing away because I don't use it. I have great shirts that I don't wear because I hate ironing. I have pants that look good on me, but I haven't taken the time to hem/add velco/etc to them to make them look great. I finished packaging up the last of the current batch of soap, so the table to clear enough for me to take down my sewing machine. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be bragging about all the pants I've hemmed. ^_^

Oi...

*looks blearily at the screen* Why am I wearing contacts again? Oh yah, the doctor said I couldn't get a prescription for them unless I wore them for a week. Blarg! They don't hurt or anything, but I'm keenly aware of them on my eyeballs. And everything's just a little fuzzy. I can see perfectly fine at a distance, but anything within two feet gets wonky. I think I'm losing my near-sighted-ness. I can only see clearly if said object is two inches in front of my face. I wouldn't call that nearsighted. I'd call it BLIND! Anyway, I'll keep with it only because I really want the contact for costuming and such.

Speaking of costumes, I'm giving up on Velma for now. I realized that in order to make the costume unrecoginzable to my co-workers, it wouldn't look Velmaish enough to be recoginzed outside of work. Ah well, it's ok. I can use the skirt fabric to recover a body pillow I have. At this point I don't intend on dressing up. I could wear an old costume, but B isn't dressing up anyway, so it's a little pointless.

GAWD! I wanna rub my eyes so badly! *whines* Maybe I should just tell the doc they work and not worry about wearing them all week. I just know I'm going to get a headache...*cries* I'm such a fussbucket.

Oh! Lastly, another resolution. I will take more pride in my apperance. No, that doesn't mean weight loss (covered that in another post). It means doing more than 'shower and go' in the morning. Putting on some makeup, actually thinking about what I'm going to wear, etc. I have nice things, but I don't put the time and effort into using them. I have loads of makeup that I end up throwing away because I don't use it. I have great shirts that I don't wear because I hate ironing. I have pants that look good on me, but I haven't taken the time to hem/add velco/etc to them to make them look great. I finished packaging up the last of the current batch of soap, so the table to clear enough for me to take down my sewing machine. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be bragging about all the pants I've hemmed. ^_^

Knarley...

Damn, the cable's screwed up. Much hate to the apt complex and their sub-contracted Directv feed. That's ok though, I've been meaning to watch Silent Hill...again...and again...and again! I hate that they killed Cybil (lady cop). She was so awesome!!

B has to work late tonight, and he won't be able to go with me to the Star Trek party next Sunday. Now I'm waffling on if I want to go myself. Perhaps if I can hitch a ride with someone I would. I dunno...

Some time later...

I've been sitting here, trying to think of something to write. Something self-affirming, or something that would make someone think or smile. However, I can't think of a single thing to say that anyone would find the least bit interesting. Most of what I write is dribble, and serves only my own purposes. That's fine by me, since this is the only journal I've ever continually written in. I think sometimes I feel that this is the only way I'll ever make some sort of small mark in the world. For all I know, these entries will be here long after I've died, stored on some server in a basement along with thousands of other peoples memories and feelings. This doesn't bother me. The important people in my life will think of me after I'm gone. I guess I'm just hoping that someone years and years from now will come across my diary and think I was someone they wished they had known. That's good enough for me.

Knarley...

Damn, the cable's screwed up. Much hate to the apt complex and their sub-contracted Directv feed. That's ok though, I've been meaning to watch Silent Hill...again...and again...and again! I hate that they killed Cybil (lady cop). She was so awesome!!

B has to work late tonight, and he won't be able to go with me to the Star Trek party next Sunday. Now I'm waffling on if I want to go myself. Perhaps if I can hitch a ride with someone I would. I dunno...

Some time later...

I've been sitting here, trying to think of something to write. Something self-affirming, or something that would make someone think or smile. However, I can't think of a single thing to say that anyone would find the least bit interesting. Most of what I write is dribble, and serves only my own purposes. That's fine by me, since this is the only journal I've ever continually written in. I think sometimes I feel that this is the only way I'll ever make some sort of small mark in the world. For all I know, these entries will be here long after I've died, stored on some server in a basement along with thousands of other peoples memories and feelings. This doesn't bother me. The important people in my life will think of me after I'm gone. I guess I'm just hoping that someone years and years from now will come across my diary and think I was someone they wished they had known. That's good enough for me.