kjpepper | Oh yeah, real life . . . (Reply)

I found some interesting lost items as I cleaned off my desk at work today:

the bone ankh necklace I bought from some very flirtatious Senegalese vendors in the Umass Student center last fall.
darkling_dreams's The Sims cd. Am completely mystified as to how it got in there.
an InSpiral condom. Checked the expiration date to find it had expired in February. Also the package was curiously inflated. Tossed it very quickly along with the small plastic capsule of lube that was next to it. Am also completely mystified about those items.
Crackers. Goodness only knows how old. (no, beatgoddess, Saltines. *smirk*)
a magnet with a reproduction of a WWI poster that reads "Gee I wish I were a man . . . I'd join the Navy!" No comment.
The Emergency Bra.
a chunk of tumbled haematite that was just the right shape to fit into my closed fist. I've always been a little leery of haematite as it has a history of doing strange things to my energy - depending on the size of the stone, or my current mood, it sometimes feels a little bit like it's sucking me dry. In small doses, it feels all right, and all six of my captured-bead earrings have haematite balls to repel infection. Today I closed my hand around this peice . . . and immediately the tight feeling I've been carrying around in my chest lately disappeared almost completely. Surprising, welcome . . . and unfortunately temporary, but I now know for next time.

I am also beginning to wonder what exactly about the hill you go up as you are passing College Hall on Elm Street I found so intimidating. After half a summer of zooming down it and puffing up it, I'm starting to wonder what the big deal was. Sure, I still get winded by the time I pass the Art Museum (fecking asthma) but at least I'm making it there on my bike, not walking it.

I need to get out more. *waits for everyone who has read I Feel Sick to stop guffawing* No seriously, I do. last week

sundart,

birkwelch and I did quite a bit of walking and I realized (again) that I do like being outdoors, and walking places, and meandering far from home. I even took a midnight ride last Tuesday night (or was it Wednesday?), pedaling down my very dark street to the dim lights of the stars. I even like hiking, provided I'm either by myself or with a small group that's willing to match their pace to mine instead of charging up ahead and leaving me in their dust. But somehow I've gotten back into the default mode of going to work, coming home, and not stirring from the house until it's time to charge off to work again. What's up with that shit? I'm just not active enough. I used to love moving - walking, dancing, biking, running as far as my asthma would allow me to, playing basketball with the boys, playing freeze tag, climbing trees when I could find one I could scramble into easily. Maybe that's it. Maybe I need a recess. Time to go out and play. And damn it, I haven't gone out to catch fireflies yet . . .

Well, I am going to partially remedy that tonight. Apparently it's Gothic Beach Party night at Haven (the local goth/industrial/synthpop/gratuitous-80s-music night at Club Metro - whoa, I mean, Diva's. Forgot they changed their name.) and I am going to dance dance dance dance! In heels no less. Here's to hoping I don't wrench an ankle or a knee, but hell, I haven't been dancing since the last time I,

gossamer_gull and

inle_rah went to Haven, and I was dancing in the kitchen on Sunday night to Sinead O'Connor's superhot version of I Am Stretched On Your Grave and being all like . . . ya know . . . I miss this. I miss moving my body to music. So, joint wrenching may indeed be in my future, but it just may be worth it.

Mmm. And speaking of Gothic, I have a pretty thing . . . Last Wednesday, during a fit of introspection I indulged in some consumer therapy and bought some used videos for the house and for myself at Turn It Up!, and I noticed that they had Dagon on DVD for dirt cheap.

primitive_boy has a hard on for reeeeeeeally cheezy horror movies, and a few months back he'd rented it and we'd all watched it with him. Whilst it was a pretty bad horror movie, it was fun to watch - lots of gratuituous gore, cute naked mermaid chicks with a few more teeth than absolutely necessary, tenticularly endowed demons . . . you know! Anyway, knowing he'd be totally excited about the idea, I bought the DVD, and of course went home and teased hell out of him becuase he was still at work and I'm a brat, and like being all "I got you a present, neener neener neener." So he one upped me and made me a purple leather and suede wristband with six studs, just big enough to close around my dinky little wrist . . .I've been wearing it on my right wrist ever since.

But wait there's more! This morning, remembering an expidition to the President's Rose Garden at Smith

sundart,

birkwelch and I had taken on Sunday, I pulled out my bottle of Body Shop tea rose oil, and on a whim dabbed a little bit along the inside of the band, which

primitive_boy had thoughtfully lined in leather so the studs wouldn't chafe while I was biking. Oh. My. Sweet. Goddess. The combination of leather and tea rose smells is positively knee weakening. I have a feeling I'll be actually using that oil for once for a little while . . . So now not only do I have a pretty thing, I have a pretty smelling thing! thanks p_b!!!

I should bounce off and do something productive now. Like figure out what I've got suitable to wear to a Gothic beach party. I think I just may go with a tank top, shorts, and pretty sandals. Not as conducive to swirly goth dancing, but I will at least not get overheated!