Dee doo run run run, dee doo run run.
Mar. 17th, 2005 09:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperEmphasis on run. Just this week alone I've managed to spend exactly one night and maybe four hours at home, the rest of the time I've been, well, out. And I'm heading right back out there tonight, after hanging out at home for exactly four hours. Yikes. So, since I'm going to be running out the house yet again in a little less than an hour, the previous two evenings will be recapped in list format.
Tuesday:
- Discovered, to my later irritation, that the Franklin - Harrison Avenues crosswalk now gives me severe panic attacks. What made it even worse was that there was a cute fuzzy galoomphing lug of a dog named Juno running around loose and the second she saw![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sundart and I walking to meetup she went charging across Elm Street to say hi to us. a) there are still cars whizzing by so I was convinced she was going to get hit, and b) I'm not cozy with dogs bigger that acatnamedfat gunning for me, even if they're friendly. After a couple more scary moments where this crazy dog bounds back and forth across the street, her human finally came and got her... but the entire incident had me crying and hyperventilating for about half an hour, and being faintly disgusted with myself for the rest of the evening. I know I should give myself a little more credit and stop being so hard on myself, but goddamn. I don't have fits. About anything. Not the crying hysterical ones.
-Meetup was finally gotten to. The dynamic felt like it was going slowly offkilter for the entire time, and then it ended with some friction betweensydneycat and morlock which later turned into me/morlock weirdness that had me in the backseat of the shortbus silently having a full blown growl before I got over myself and later manifested in a long angsty conversation just before going to sleep. I understand what led up to it, but my fuse shortens exponentially when I get yelled at for what I perceive to be no reason. (there was a reason, I just didn't understand at the time.)
-crashed atmorlock's, had an amusing moment where in a moment of idle hands itchiness I folded all of his laundry only to find out he hangs it all up. D'oh! We also laid down plans for a new project we'd been toying with for a bit... stay tuned. :)
Wednesday
-got up and out wicked frigging early cause I had a project due at work. Commence the usual running about like headless chicken.
-left work when my brain was leaking out of my ear, hopped a bus to Amherst there to spend the evening withsydneycat. We rented Candyman and Fear X and settled in for a night of bad horror movies after eating at House of Teriyaki. Candyman was disappointing, especially since it was something that I was way too young to see when it originally came out. It started out with a lot of potential but simply devolved into complete and utter silliness and was not at all helped by the fact that it had a score by Philip Glass. *headsmack* OMG. But really... it was perfect for horror movie night. Fear X was so bloody slow, interminable, and pokey that even John Turturro couldn't save it - we turned that one off after half an hour.
I also had the pleasure of having a cat stare at me in utter terror. Meara apparently doesn't like deep voices, and I can do this bizarre thing where I can call up this weird "demon voice" from the back of my throat, which I was doing last night to make fun of the movie... and apparently terrified bothsydneycat and the cat in one fell swoop. ha ha, go me.
The nights hilarity was tempered a bit with some stuff that I won't talk about here, but it did spawn a wonderful slumber party esque girly kvetch session undersydneycat's covers - I mean, really how rare is it for two women to get together, giggle, compare notes, offer advice, share stories and just be girly about the same man??? It's wonderful... about as lovely as being told by your boyfriend's fiancee that she thinks you're good for him? I mean... *squish*
Thursday
-Got up and out wicked early again, this time to meet the wayward and also not home much these dayssundart in Amherst so we could take the bus to work together. Got into Northampton early and treated myself to Brueggers for breakfast before having another headless chickeny day at work.
-came home and had some fiercely needed cuddle time with the girl.
That about covers it... I've been thinking too, butgossamer_gull will be here to pick us up in little less than half an hour, so owing to the fact that I have to storm the castle, kidnap the Princess and make our escape after I kill Count Rugen, I had utterly no time to write about them. But that's okay - I am vastly looking forward to a weekend over at the crackhouse drooling at mmmspike and hanging with the lovely Crackhouse Ladies. Crackhouse Ladies sing this song, doo dah doo dah... brain leaking out of ear... sorry. ok, time for me to go.
Tuesday:
- Discovered, to my later irritation, that the Franklin - Harrison Avenues crosswalk now gives me severe panic attacks. What made it even worse was that there was a cute fuzzy galoomphing lug of a dog named Juno running around loose and the second she saw
sundart and I walking to meetup she went charging across Elm Street to say hi to us. a) there are still cars whizzing by so I was convinced she was going to get hit, and b) I'm not cozy with dogs bigger that acatnamedfat gunning for me, even if they're friendly. After a couple more scary moments where this crazy dog bounds back and forth across the street, her human finally came and got her... but the entire incident had me crying and hyperventilating for about half an hour, and being faintly disgusted with myself for the rest of the evening. I know I should give myself a little more credit and stop being so hard on myself, but goddamn. I don't have fits. About anything. Not the crying hysterical ones.-Meetup was finally gotten to. The dynamic felt like it was going slowly offkilter for the entire time, and then it ended with some friction between
sydneycat and morlock which later turned into me/morlock weirdness that had me in the backseat of the shortbus silently having a full blown growl before I got over myself and later manifested in a long angsty conversation just before going to sleep. I understand what led up to it, but my fuse shortens exponentially when I get yelled at for what I perceive to be no reason. (there was a reason, I just didn't understand at the time.)-crashed at
morlock's, had an amusing moment where in a moment of idle hands itchiness I folded all of his laundry only to find out he hangs it all up. D'oh! We also laid down plans for a new project we'd been toying with for a bit... stay tuned. :)Wednesday
-got up and out wicked frigging early cause I had a project due at work. Commence the usual running about like headless chicken.
-left work when my brain was leaking out of my ear, hopped a bus to Amherst there to spend the evening with
sydneycat. We rented Candyman and Fear X and settled in for a night of bad horror movies after eating at House of Teriyaki. Candyman was disappointing, especially since it was something that I was way too young to see when it originally came out. It started out with a lot of potential but simply devolved into complete and utter silliness and was not at all helped by the fact that it had a score by Philip Glass. *headsmack* OMG. But really... it was perfect for horror movie night. Fear X was so bloody slow, interminable, and pokey that even John Turturro couldn't save it - we turned that one off after half an hour. I also had the pleasure of having a cat stare at me in utter terror. Meara apparently doesn't like deep voices, and I can do this bizarre thing where I can call up this weird "demon voice" from the back of my throat, which I was doing last night to make fun of the movie... and apparently terrified both
sydneycat and the cat in one fell swoop. ha ha, go me.The nights hilarity was tempered a bit with some stuff that I won't talk about here, but it did spawn a wonderful slumber party esque girly kvetch session under
sydneycat's covers - I mean, really how rare is it for two women to get together, giggle, compare notes, offer advice, share stories and just be girly about the same man??? It's wonderful... about as lovely as being told by your boyfriend's fiancee that she thinks you're good for him? I mean... *squish*Thursday
-Got up and out wicked early again, this time to meet the wayward and also not home much these days
sundart in Amherst so we could take the bus to work together. Got into Northampton early and treated myself to Brueggers for breakfast before having another headless chickeny day at work.-came home and had some fiercely needed cuddle time with the girl.
That about covers it... I've been thinking too, but
gossamer_gull will be here to pick us up in little less than half an hour, so owing to the fact that I have to storm the castle, kidnap the Princess and make our escape after I kill Count Rugen, I had utterly no time to write about them. But that's okay - I am vastly looking forward to a weekend over at the crackhouse drooling at mmmspike and hanging with the lovely Crackhouse Ladies. Crackhouse Ladies sing this song, doo dah doo dah... brain leaking out of ear... sorry. ok, time for me to go.
