back where we started

Yeah, well.

I was informed that my recent behavior was that of a 14-year-old internet addict. Since I am neither, I’m back. Not that I’m not still a little disenchanted with the web vis-a-vis personal expression and edification. Maybe it’s still there somewhere. Buried under a mountain of bullshit, I suspect.

So! Here’s what’s up with me lately. Roman-numeresque (it’s sexay):

I. Work has become surreal. The tension makes it hard to breathe. And it’s interpersonal tension amongst others; I’m mostly exempt. It’s just weird to be around. It’s like PMS in small-business form. It’ll get better.

II. La casa is getting there. Dad and I will be finishing the kitchen tomorrow night. Then there’s a few small cleanup projects to get it ready to put on the market.

   a. We’re having a house party this weekend. People are invited to their last opportunity to trash our home before it’s scrubbed clean and sold to an unsuspecting victim brand new owner. I guess there might be a lot of people here, which means it’s really dumb we’re hosting it indoors.

   b. I spent my day off today working in the yard. It was a mess. My wrists are shaky from weed-whacking. In fact, I did so much whacking today I may as well be that 14-year-old boy. Then I weeded all the gardens, composted, raked, swept, trimmed back bushes, and mowed with my human-powered lawnmower, which I think is the coolest thing I own. People slow down to watch the mower. And I know they’re not thinking, ‘What kind of idiot would mow their lawn with human-powered lawnmower? Goddamn hippies!’, but more like, ‘Daaaaannnnng, baby. That shit is hot!’

Don’t contradict me.

   c. I brought in a strange vegetable haul today. Two of the largest bell peppers ever seen, some other peppers I can’t identify, and some green beans. I wasn’t paying attention and got pole beans instead of bush beans, but whatever. They taste the same when you’re standing in front of the stove eating them with your fingers out of the pan.

There were a million raspberries, but I mostly ate those while I was working. I tend to get really hypoglyecemic when working hard in the sun, so it’s like they’re right there to save me from collapse. How awesome is that?

   d. Something I never wanted to have to think while standing at the edge of the neighbor’s yard: No, blood dries darker, doesn’t it? Those can’t be bloodstains. Are those bloodstains? No. I had to go back and look three times.

III. I am getting far too much sun, but man. It’s so beautiful outside. That skin cancer’s gonna be so worth it.

IV. Martial arts is over next week. Usually I’d have my next round of activities lined up, but I’m putting them on hold right now, even auto-maintenance (sorry, Halley!). I figure I’ll probably be moving out Septemberish, and I have that long walk thing to do too. Training and such. Since my classes tend to be fitness-focused, perhaps it’s best not to overdo.

Yeah, you’ll hear me saying that a whole hell of a lot. Ha.

V. The walk! I have about $750 left to raise. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna make it. I should maybe hit up the neighbors. I figure I’ll refuse to leave their doorstep til they hand me a fistful of cash. Can’t lose.

So, I’m feeling very good about this fitness-wise. My right foot’s pretty fucked up, but I’m good at ignoring it. I’m not really worried about walking 60 miles at all. No, it’s not going to be easy. But it’s gonna be good. I’m more worried about not being able to do my hair. Yes, occasionally I’m a girl.

VI. Speaking of my hair, I’ve been asked to be a hair model! That rocks hard.

VII. Yes, I’m in love. Thanks for asking. Since people want to hear someone talk about that almost as much as they want to hear them talk about their embarrassing medical problem, that’s all you’ll be hearing about it at this time.

VIII. I think I successfully quit caffeine (permanently), without too much trauma. It’s only day three, but I’ve been fine. I had a couple headaches; the first one was cured by a massage, and the second one was cured by meditation. It sucks to only be able to drink water when I go out, though. I hate water. No, really.

Hydrate or die. Sigh.

IX. I love having a little-kid penpal. Cutest thing ever! Rule #1: No F-word. Remember that.

That’s, um, nine! And it’s time for me to go. Bye now.
Jenni