Thing I think are true: Volume Two
Jan. 13th, 2005 01:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flamingswordI just stood up into a cabinet door and now there's a tingling feeling behind my eyes and on the sides of my face from the resultant blow to the head. I have found that I write interesting things (from a clinical perspective) during such times. Ooh, now my teeth are tingling as well. Let's see what happens next.
If we weren't trying way too hard to be liked, most of us would not produce any sort of art. Let's hear it for bad self-esteem!
My life isn't an imitation of art. Well if it is, I'd like to bloody well smack around the original artist.
If my mother's house were my boyfriend, I'd dump him. Boys and houseowners: fix your foundation and plumbing problems early.
Your hair is what it makes of you. In my case that would be alternately crazy and disinterested.
If you meet someone who can't describe their taste in music adequately to their standards, they are usually quite diverse themselves and worth knowing.
I need to rotate laundry now. I'm at my mother and aunts' house. If my house were to be named the House of Weird, this one would be the House of Falling Apart. Both for the health of its' permanent residents as well as for the stuctural lack of integrity. The garage ceiling is falling down, the hot tub out back is not working, the paint on the north side of the house near the front door is mildewing (paint can mildew?), and the trees planted too close to the house and shifting foundation keep interfering with the plumbing. As my fuzzy hero would say, "Bother."
In other news now that I have my permit to work for money(!!!) they have changed the interning policies at the school that I work for/attend. The new policies *suck*. I will no longer be doing work study there except as a favor to what regulars I have. This steps up the schedule on getting my business cards and getting the house ready to have friends over for massages, which is itself preparatory to filing a DBA and doing all the legal crap necessary to setting myself up as a business. But at least buying the new washer and dryer will be tax deductible.
And I think I'm going to stop reading so much fluff. I want to be getting back into being scarily well-informed. Now that it doesn't bother me to scare people a bit (w00t) I don't have to rely on pop culture as a conversational topic.
I want to want to start studying math again. That's not a typo. I often don't want to do something, but wish I wanted to. I sometimes manage to make myself through bloody-minded stubbornness. That would be the Sledgehammer #3 approach to motivation. It doesn't work too well at the best of times, but you make do with what you've got, you know? Yay for bloody-mindedness.
If we weren't trying way too hard to be liked, most of us would not produce any sort of art. Let's hear it for bad self-esteem!
My life isn't an imitation of art. Well if it is, I'd like to bloody well smack around the original artist.
If my mother's house were my boyfriend, I'd dump him. Boys and houseowners: fix your foundation and plumbing problems early.
Your hair is what it makes of you. In my case that would be alternately crazy and disinterested.
If you meet someone who can't describe their taste in music adequately to their standards, they are usually quite diverse themselves and worth knowing.
I need to rotate laundry now. I'm at my mother and aunts' house. If my house were to be named the House of Weird, this one would be the House of Falling Apart. Both for the health of its' permanent residents as well as for the stuctural lack of integrity. The garage ceiling is falling down, the hot tub out back is not working, the paint on the north side of the house near the front door is mildewing (paint can mildew?), and the trees planted too close to the house and shifting foundation keep interfering with the plumbing. As my fuzzy hero would say, "Bother."
In other news now that I have my permit to work for money(!!!) they have changed the interning policies at the school that I work for/attend. The new policies *suck*. I will no longer be doing work study there except as a favor to what regulars I have. This steps up the schedule on getting my business cards and getting the house ready to have friends over for massages, which is itself preparatory to filing a DBA and doing all the legal crap necessary to setting myself up as a business. But at least buying the new washer and dryer will be tax deductible.
And I think I'm going to stop reading so much fluff. I want to be getting back into being scarily well-informed. Now that it doesn't bother me to scare people a bit (w00t) I don't have to rely on pop culture as a conversational topic.
I want to want to start studying math again. That's not a typo. I often don't want to do something, but wish I wanted to. I sometimes manage to make myself through bloody-minded stubbornness. That would be the Sledgehammer #3 approach to motivation. It doesn't work too well at the best of times, but you make do with what you've got, you know? Yay for bloody-mindedness.