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10. You get to show off your new haircut, forgetting that most of these
people haven't seen you in so long they can't distinguish the 8 less
inches in your still-rather-long hair. 9. You can dress up and wear makeup and curl your new layers around your face anyway. 8. Your friends have new toys and they share. 7. The party is at a really cool house with cathedral ceilings and huge walk-in closets and suken baths. No, but they're nice to look at. 6. Party food. Yummy breads and cheeses and fruit and even sushi! Oh, my. 5. You get to see how funny and outgoing your exboyfriend can be again. 4. You can try out telling your 180 story, only to have that ex comment, "Oh, you're going to try and work that story, huh? I have to see how this comes out!" 3. You get to explain your relationship status to anyone who inquires, feeling oddly pressured to explain and completely unable to do so. 2. You can reaffirm once and for all that you're a hopeless case with technobable, and it really is sometimes easier to look pleasant and smile. And, number one: 1. Carol and Jodi. It's a depressed sort of weekend; I'm finding it very hard to make decisions. Sigh. I'm curled up at Carol and Jodi's, trying not to stress all the decisions I have to make. I decided yesterday that I was going to take a trip with Carol and Jodi up to Humboldt for Thanksgiving. I've been moaning and groaning lately about how I never travel, and it's a four-day weekend and my chance to get away easily. It would be a girl-packed road trip, and we'd stay with Jodi's brother, and there is a chance it'll rain the whole time, but, then again, I'll be "on vacation" so sitting inside and playing games and reading and all that is allowed, right? No feeling like I really should be doing laundry (which I should). But. But, I might miss Kaylei and Kiera. And Mary Anne. People whom I don't get to see very often, and whom I want to see. I even have little gifts for the girls, and I'm probably going to be gone when they're here for Xmas. So, you see my dillema. My mental health over seeing folk. I think that's the way I'm going to go, but I'm still waffling over it. Sigh. Maybe a long walk followed by Kiva will cheer me up. Hopefully. | ||
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