Today was one of those days that could have gone any place.
It could have gone to hell, where instead of doing something, I did nothing but obsessed on my boredom and frustration over not being able to do *stuff*...
It could have gone in an exhausting direction as I hoofed it from point a to point b... But I felt like I didn't want to spend enough time at point b to justify the long journey there and back.
It could have gone awry if I somehow decided to put my faith public transportation... Where it's usually slow, the weekend schedule is bleak bordering on hopeless.
Instead, today went well when someone decided to help me go somewhere, get 'stuff' done and later do more 'stuff' else where. It makes a huge difference getting things done with a bit of help.
In between postulating which direction I may want to take, I sketched the drawing posted here today. There's not a lot of definition and some might object to what definition I've given... But while I was thinking of what to do I was thinking about being cold, about the probable noreaster hovering above menacingly in the atmosphere. Will we feel wrath or will we be spared? Who knows. I'm just tired of being cold. I'm tired of seeing cold and bundled people. I'm tired of the seemingly life absorbing garments we have to wear in our journeys to keep warm. I can't wait until we can all trade our columbia jackets for thinner clothing, bathing suits, and sunscreen. Can't you?
In my journey, I was taken to the store and cashed my check. I then went shopping for some awesome food. I got all kinda of fruits and veggies, some chicken sausages, a stir fry mix, cereal, rooibos tea, and bread. Later, we went to the mall. I renewed my contract with Verizon and upgraded my phone by leaps and bounds. It's slick, it's badass, it's most probably fragile, it wasn't too expensive after the incentives and rebate, and now it's mine. I then paid 1/3 of a clothing bill I created and bought the Buffy comics I have had reserved. I met up with my sister, we had a burger and she showed me some plates she wanted from William Sonoma. She laughed as it took me less then 10 seconds to hone in on all the imperfections. She insisted it made them "rustic" and I remarked that it wasn't really rustic as it was mass produced and painted with a low quality stencil while sparingly using various stains. I then said that if she really liked them, the blue was the only one I could forgive for it's flawed pattern. *shudder* It's a crappy attempt at a fleur de lys, but a wonderful shade of blue. What can I say... It's what I do.
After the plate hilariousness, we went to the tech stores. At one, my sister decided to purchase a movie. The woman at the register was really really hot. Black hair, fair skin, ... I bet she had pretty eyes, but that would mean I would have had to make eye contact. Then her perfume hit and I found myself inebriated... I learned on the counter near her and glanced over slightly and said "you smell pretty". A few important seconds passed and I heard -nothing-. I grinned at my sister and said "I'll see you at the entrance". After I told her what I said and I thought she was going to die. I said it in such a 'cute' way and all... I told that when I found myself being treated to silence, I decided to saunter off elsewhere with a silly grin. What's funny is, there are certain others out there I'm aware of, who probably would have really responded to that nicely... However if I speak any more of that, I fear I'll jinx it and all.
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It could have gone to hell, where instead of doing something, I did nothing but obsessed on my boredom and frustration over not being able to do *stuff*...
It could have gone in an exhausting direction as I hoofed it from point a to point b... But I felt like I didn't want to spend enough time at point b to justify the long journey there and back.
It could have gone awry if I somehow decided to put my faith public transportation... Where it's usually slow, the weekend schedule is bleak bordering on hopeless.
Instead, today went well when someone decided to help me go somewhere, get 'stuff' done and later do more 'stuff' else where. It makes a huge difference getting things done with a bit of help.
In between postulating which direction I may want to take, I sketched the drawing posted here today. There's not a lot of definition and some might object to what definition I've given... But while I was thinking of what to do I was thinking about being cold, about the probable noreaster hovering above menacingly in the atmosphere. Will we feel wrath or will we be spared? Who knows. I'm just tired of being cold. I'm tired of seeing cold and bundled people. I'm tired of the seemingly life absorbing garments we have to wear in our journeys to keep warm. I can't wait until we can all trade our columbia jackets for thinner clothing, bathing suits, and sunscreen. Can't you?
In my journey, I was taken to the store and cashed my check. I then went shopping for some awesome food. I got all kinda of fruits and veggies, some chicken sausages, a stir fry mix, cereal, rooibos tea, and bread. Later, we went to the mall. I renewed my contract with Verizon and upgraded my phone by leaps and bounds. It's slick, it's badass, it's most probably fragile, it wasn't too expensive after the incentives and rebate, and now it's mine. I then paid 1/3 of a clothing bill I created and bought the Buffy comics I have had reserved. I met up with my sister, we had a burger and she showed me some plates she wanted from William Sonoma. She laughed as it took me less then 10 seconds to hone in on all the imperfections. She insisted it made them "rustic" and I remarked that it wasn't really rustic as it was mass produced and painted with a low quality stencil while sparingly using various stains. I then said that if she really liked them, the blue was the only one I could forgive for it's flawed pattern. *shudder* It's a crappy attempt at a fleur de lys, but a wonderful shade of blue. What can I say... It's what I do.
After the plate hilariousness, we went to the tech stores. At one, my sister decided to purchase a movie. The woman at the register was really really hot. Black hair, fair skin, ... I bet she had pretty eyes, but that would mean I would have had to make eye contact. Then her perfume hit and I found myself inebriated... I learned on the counter near her and glanced over slightly and said "you smell pretty". A few important seconds passed and I heard -nothing-. I grinned at my sister and said "I'll see you at the entrance". After I told her what I said and I thought she was going to die. I said it in such a 'cute' way and all... I told that when I found myself being treated to silence, I decided to saunter off elsewhere with a silly grin. What's funny is, there are certain others out there I'm aware of, who probably would have really responded to that nicely... However if I speak any more of that, I fear I'll jinx it and all.