<< July 2008 >>
SunMonTueWedThuFriSat
 12345
6
7
8
91011
12
13
141516171819
20
21
222324
25
26
27
2829
30
31
 
+ all -

Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map

timshel.

Composition

Would you like to comment on this entry?

"Everything counts a little more than we think..."

14 July 2008 Monday

http://ferrydust.com/journal/1959/july-14-2008

slated in moments, mused at 9:57 pm

There’s a crease threatening to form between my brows that would not be cute in 30 years. But the hard scowl is essential to Angry Ali look. I don’t know what I’m going to do :-/

I have mini injuries all over. knuckle bruise is still there from table hockey (on my middle finger.. which makes guilting the responsible party a lot more interesting..). hole in foot still healing from the nail. bruise on arm from tetanus shot. both shins in definite pain anytime I walk now. bottoms of feet feeling very worn. bruised finger on my left hand somehow. and all of those are too minor and not painful enough for me to complain about — but that won’t stop me. :)

Sleep has been escaping me pretty thoroughly. But it’s really hard to complain when you’re kept up by good things.

A couple of very time-consuming productive-type things have reared their heads (at once, of course).. I don’t know quite how I’m going to work this out.. (but I will).
also, I signed up for the class to force myself out and visiting DC more,
but then I made a new very time-consuming friend,
at the same time picked up a new hobby — both of which are healthy for me, though time-consuming and expensive (certainly the hobby is)..
also other new friends and old friends that are good to see again..
and I was planning on getting so much done at home but I haven’t been home much of the time..
and then I won’t be here and there’s stuff to get done before I go, but some people won’t be here when I get back and that’s priority too..
plus good movies that cannot/will not be missed..with good company, of course..
and new books and old books, all of which cannot be read at once but it doesn’t seem to be stopping me from semi-trying that.. my poor sleepy self yells at my poor happy-reading self.. but we still get along somehow anyway..
oh, and then there’s new game that’s going to be in my hands and Logos will want to play and when Logos gets a game going it is so so hard to get him to stop playing it! oy! what were we thinking??
and there are other choices to make.. potentially big but not necessarily, and possibly not at all.. but choices nonetheless and I can’t justify everything and I won’t justify everything.. I just have to decide what works for me and what’s fair and…
I do understand much of the language and nature of “the rest of the world” but no, I am not always so willing to speak it and interact on regular terms. We can be more. We can choose for more. Just because the norm is fear and suspicion and jealousy and avoidance and awkwardness and work for play does not instill an obligation upon me. The pressures are there and the good paths are harder, but they’re still there; ever the choice.
It’s been coming up a lot lately.

Such beautiful lyrics.. spinning and spinning.. memories and words and feelings.. I am as I am.

Said enough times then it might be believed? might. said by enough different sources than it might be true? might. Enough?
There’s time and time and ..

And I do think it’s a bit mean but.. really.. if one can choose… if their choice is.. then why should ………..
seriously.

P.S. friend’s $5,000 massage chair is the happy.

Subscribe to XML comments feed for this article

If you don't have one (and would like one), get a Gravatar.

Add your comment here:

*Must click Preview first, and your comment will NOT go through until
you hit SUBMIT after previewing. (It's a spam-prevention thing.)
From here you may like to visit the archive, go home,
or page through other journal entries: