I'm just waiting for my hair to dry so I can run errands and then get it cut. The orange is really streaky and there's nothing I can do to it that doesn't make it look like a rats nest, so it's really time. After it's cut, there'll probably be almost nothing left of the orange, and I'll probably move on to another color, but I should probably let it rest, because it's been different colors since about mid-summer.
I intend to return to Sidereal rules because, to me anyhow, it's entertaining. I enjoy the breakdown, but if I'm not methodical, I just kind of make selections at random for lack of caring. It's really all or nothing with me. Anything worth doing, after all, is worth doing with obsessive meticulousness until you get bored and go back to playing Fallout.
Lately, there's been some pretty intense drama around my friends circle. I know what's good for me, and I stay the fuck out of it due to a fledgling sense of self-preservation. It's the kind of thing that tends to make me feel like a secondary member of an ensemble cast to some kind of quality show with typically low ratings. Like, I obviously have my own spin-off graphic novel or something, because there's plenty of weirdness in my own life, but I'm definitely at the periphery of what's going on. I catch these snippets of conversation, then people ask me obviously loaded questions, and I have to pretend like I don't really know what's going on.
Heh. This kind of thing becomes inevitable, and it's mostly stuff I've learned to deal with a long time ago. How do you deal with unspoken expectations in a relationship, for example? How do you cope with feelings of worthlessness or depression? How do you deal with a broken family structure? What are we doing here? All good questions with no single answer. Frank and I, for example, have two drastically different ways of approaching the world. For him, every problem has a correct solution. I prefer to bend with the situation, coming to terms with it until it blows over, or changing my course. This difference comes up in conversations between he and I pretty much in every frank discussion between the two of us.
I was given a gift card to Target, and I appreciate the sentiment, but I probably would have preferred cash so I could use it to buy groceries, which is pretty much what happens whenever I've given funds to allocate. Target has a lot of stuff, but nothing I really want, except that electronics and personal goods are pretty much the same no matter where you go. This lead me to purchase Street Fighter 4 and spend a pretty good amount of time mucking about with it yesterday and today. I've been reading a lot of books lately and playing a lot of video games, but not doing a lot of writing, so that's probably a sub-par practice at best. But really, I've got a media backlog that it feels wasteful to not do these things. Street Fighter 4, by the by, is a fun game but every time I play it, it really makes me wish they had used cell shading to design the characters. I would have loved that.
I intend to return to Sidereal rules because, to me anyhow, it's entertaining. I enjoy the breakdown, but if I'm not methodical, I just kind of make selections at random for lack of caring. It's really all or nothing with me. Anything worth doing, after all, is worth doing with obsessive meticulousness until you get bored and go back to playing Fallout.
Lately, there's been some pretty intense drama around my friends circle. I know what's good for me, and I stay the fuck out of it due to a fledgling sense of self-preservation. It's the kind of thing that tends to make me feel like a secondary member of an ensemble cast to some kind of quality show with typically low ratings. Like, I obviously have my own spin-off graphic novel or something, because there's plenty of weirdness in my own life, but I'm definitely at the periphery of what's going on. I catch these snippets of conversation, then people ask me obviously loaded questions, and I have to pretend like I don't really know what's going on.
Heh. This kind of thing becomes inevitable, and it's mostly stuff I've learned to deal with a long time ago. How do you deal with unspoken expectations in a relationship, for example? How do you cope with feelings of worthlessness or depression? How do you deal with a broken family structure? What are we doing here? All good questions with no single answer. Frank and I, for example, have two drastically different ways of approaching the world. For him, every problem has a correct solution. I prefer to bend with the situation, coming to terms with it until it blows over, or changing my course. This difference comes up in conversations between he and I pretty much in every frank discussion between the two of us.
I was given a gift card to Target, and I appreciate the sentiment, but I probably would have preferred cash so I could use it to buy groceries, which is pretty much what happens whenever I've given funds to allocate. Target has a lot of stuff, but nothing I really want, except that electronics and personal goods are pretty much the same no matter where you go. This lead me to purchase Street Fighter 4 and spend a pretty good amount of time mucking about with it yesterday and today. I've been reading a lot of books lately and playing a lot of video games, but not doing a lot of writing, so that's probably a sub-par practice at best. But really, I've got a media backlog that it feels wasteful to not do these things. Street Fighter 4, by the by, is a fun game but every time I play it, it really makes me wish they had used cell shading to design the characters. I would have loved that.
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