I am Awesome. News at 11.

[kjpepper]

So reasons why tonight is KICKING EVERYONE'S ASS ALL THE TIME!

• I did, indeed, walk the six miles to the mall. I expect to feel it more in the morning, but right now? I don't feel a thing. Well other than a couple of nasty blisters on the balls of my feet but still. (need better socks, methinks, as I doubt it's a problem with my sneakers.) Pretty much, me, outside, enjoying the day and the bike trails I was walking on, motoring to my "Good Shit" mix on my Zen. The sick part is, after I got there, I could have kept going. I probably could have gone straight on to Amherst if I wanted. I wasn't all that tired at the end... just a bit footsore. Go me.
  
  I have decided that my body seems to prefer being in motion, preferably for extended periods of time, which is why I tend to thrive on long walks, dancing through every song at Haven (thinking of going next week, btw, anyone up for flailing?) and bike rides into forever. But yeah, I always feel better if I get up and move, and stay moving, for about two hours. So I'm going to try to do that a few times a week. Course, I'm probably not going to attempt the longass hike again until my feet recover. Yowch.
  
  
• I got to Cinemark at 7pm on the dot. Which meant I made my Iron Man show and since they've started showing the craptastic First Look and three million Coke commercials I didn't even miss any trailers. Unfortunately they were all ones I'd seen before, though I must say I am looking vastly forward to both The Incredible Hulk and, much as it shames me to admit it, You Don't Mess With the Zohan. I don't know, something about a muscle-icious Adam Sandler both frightens and intrigues me.
  
  Iron Man remains awesome on viewing #4. What made it even more sweet was the fact that two of the managers were working the box office at Cinemark when I got there, so guess who got to kick up her sore feet and admire the sublime sweep of the back of Robert Downey Jr's neck for free?** Yeah. Whose house? Andee's house. Aw yeah. Spent the money I would have on the ticket on one of those bathtubs of Cherry Coke and had a thoroughly enjoyable time.
  
  NOT A SPOILER ALERT. You know at the end of the movie when Agent Coulson tells Stark he's on in 90 seconds? yeah, I timed it this time for shits and giggles. It is exactly 90 seconds from when Agent Coulson says that to when Stark begins his speech.
  
  
• MCNUGGETS.
  
  
• Having some doofy white kid ask me how I got my hair to dreadlock. "I'm black, it kinda happens naturally." Cue sputtering. I'm such a stinker. But after that I had some fun before my bus home arrived thoroughly disabusing him of some alarming notions he'd clearly picked up at the Dirty Hippie School of Dreadlocking. Ew. Let me tell you, if it was true about the whole never ever ever washing your hair again while dreaded.... gah. I just can't.
  
  Ah well. My White Outreach quota has been filled for the week at least.
  
  
• Coming home to a party of geeks gathered around our coffee table amidst an explosion of improvised props, dice and maps with anzovin at the helm. They're still down there, loudly casting Magic Missile and making bad bad jokes. Gives me the warm fuzzies, especially since it's probably the first time in a couple of weeks I've heard morlock actually laugh.

Tonight was a gift. Not only did I have an awesome evening, I have, for a few moments, been comfortable in my own head and body, and have temporarily regained my focus and equilibrium. I want to feel like this more, balanced, in control, and confident, not like the world is going to short circuit if I don't watch it vigilantly. Well, I start with the new therapist tomorrow - hopefully with a little help I'll get to this place more and perhaps stay a while. It's a good place.

And now, showering. Ye gods. After all that walking I am deez GUS ting.

** don't ask me why, but the back of the neck has always been my favorite part of the male anatomy.

Comments

[austingoddess.livejournal.com]

Ah well. My White Outreach quota has been filled for the week at least.

I'm sorry, but I find this fucking funny, and shall *snort* my way to sleep.

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

*bows* That's kinda what I was going for, so no apology needed.

[grinninfoole.livejournal.com]

Crap! I didn't realize there was only a limited supply. I must have gone way over quota....

**

[dionethoughts.livejournal.com]

Because from that vantage point you can caress it, blow on it to give him the shivers or rip his spine out, depending on your mood?

Re: **

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

actually, yes, this, exactly. :D

[lomundra.livejournal.com]

Glad you had a better day today. :3
I'm hoping this dark cloud of mine will dissapear asap.

Speaking of Tony Stark...and needing a shower....

[kshandra]

You'll want to read this. ZOMG.

Re: Speaking of Tony Stark...and needing a shower....

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

Okay, that was pretty good for fanporn.

"Did you see this coming?"
"Yes, Sir," Jarvis says.

aha. haha. hahahahhaahhahahaha.

Re: Speaking of Tony Stark...and needing a shower....

[kshandra]

Yeah, SO much love for that particular exchange.

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Glad you're feeling better! Exercise can do that. (I should exercise more.) Also, Tony Stark can do that to one.

Fun White People And Hair story: I remember one of my black friends laughing uproariously when she heard me warn a fellow member of the pasty brigade that she may want to rethink the cornrows. The thing that cracked her up was when I explained that sure, it's convenient and part of the local culture and looks good on our buddies, but a whole row of stripey sunburns on your head looks silly and more to the point is the way of PAIN. "You seriously get sunburns there?" she asked. It had never even occurred to her. But any white kid who has ever run a brush through their hair after a long day at the beach and hit the place that had been parted all day knows what I'm saying. And what I'm saying is "ARRRRGHAAAAGHSHIT."

[unfolded-cranes.livejournal.com]

Although inexperienced at flailing, I'd love to join you. I've been wanting to go dancing since... um, New Year's. Sheesh.

Also: Yay for good days. :)

[queenlyzard.livejournal.com]

Oh, I /love/ it when movies get the timing right. One of the many things that made "Aliens" great is the fact that the 15 minute countdown to reactor explosion takes place in real time. Brilliant. Of course, the movie is awesome for many more reasons than that, not least of which is Sigourney Weaver with a flamethrower.