if only the lights would dim a little...
Can you believe it's October 27th already? Where has time gone? Out the freaking window...
Last night, I breezed some old journal entries because I was looking for my "Jesstina" pictures from Halloween a couple of years ago. I can't believe
how intensely long most of my entries were...the ones I was looking at were from 2002. I wrote books like everyday. I wonder if that was more boring? I feel
as if I have become this incredibly boring person.
For instance, since my "patterns" have been thrown off, I barely watch tv anymore. The only tv I have watched is movies on the tv. And I so don't miss it and if I
remember some show I would usually watch is on, I purposely stay away from the tv. I don't like being caught up in tv shows. I'm obsessed with reading...magazines, books,
whatever. They are so much better than tv anyway because you have a tendancy to become so much more engrossed in a great book than a mediocre tv show. I do miss The Daily
Show...but...I haven't avoided that show. I've just been going to sleep before it airs. If I had a Tivo, I'd Tivo it. And since I don't leave my VCRs plugged in, it's a big pain
in the ass to get that shit set up.
And how anal is this? Since I don't have my VCRs plugged in, when they are plugged in, the clock readout annoys me. Like it's "too" bright to be on at night. When I am in my bed,
I am like...shit, turn off the light. So the VCRs remain unplugged. I heart darkness when I sleep. That was one thing I loooooved about Germany...those exterior shades that you could close
at the flip of a switch...and sleep in until like 10:00am and it would still seem like midnight in your room. Loved it, loved it.
I ran to TJ Maxx and Marshall's with my mom. I should've really gone to Loehmann's to do some returns. I realized when I was out shopping today that I am satisfied in the clothing department (for now; I scored
a lot of shit over the weekend, in stores, eBay, whatever), but am desperate for some hott shoes. The two pairs of shoes I bought last Friday at TJ's are not gonna work out and need to be returned.
Now my brain is pulsating, "Buy some shoes. Buy some shoes." Which is easier said than done. I am a picky shoe chick. And I am a cheapass. I like cheap shoes.
I wore a pair of nylons I got back when I started my job. I think I bought them the week I started. Got them at Nordstrom. Spent a pretty penny. Anyway, they totally kick ass. Black AND nude fishnets. Out shopping
tonight, women were paying me compliments left and right. The thing I have noticed lately is that African American women tend to compliment more often than white women. I rarely have a white woman come up to me and
say something about something I am wearing.
I've been meaning to discuss, but only enters my mind when I go to bed at night...
I've sorta avoided Incubus because my little brother is all about Incubus like I am about Pearl Jam. I never understood why Gen and Ryan were/are so annoyed by Pearl Jam until Ryan became
obsessed with Incubus. I don't hate Incubus, but I don't put forth any effort into them anymore. I know I'll hear it eventually because of Ryan. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, I was going through Ryan's
music files and decided to listen to some stuff off of A Crow Left of the Murder... and discovered the song Here In My Room. If you're desperate for some new tunes, download it. I don't
think anyone could hate that song. My opinion. Take it or leave it.
