Freakin' HOT Friday
Freakin' HOT Friday. I can't believe how hot it is outside. It's like Death Valley decided to pay a visit. It's so hot, my sunburn and I don't really want to go to the beach, so that's pretty freakin' hot. I found myself trying to think of a place to go that would be nice and cool...airconditioned. And since the grocery store doesn't like it when you climb into the freezer with the Ben and Jerry's (plus my stalker lives there), I think the movie theater is the place to go. There's actually a couple of things out that I want to see, so it would be prudent. I really need my laundry to dry faster. Otherwise, there will be no artsy-fartsy film for me today.
And I'm going to go by myself. Yes, it's always more fun to go with a pal, but when they've already seen the film, you're out of luck.
But I'm ready. I'm in the mood today, and I'm hoping the movie will inspire me to be in the mood for other stuff that I want to do. Escpecially since I've got the laundry and miscellaneous chores out of the way. Well, almost out of the way.
I'm back into the work cycle of having stuff to do. It's almost nice to know what you will be doing every day, but it also sucks. I think it sucks more than it's cool. Now my lounging around time is quickly disappearing, and no one seems to understand how distressing that is. Call me lazy, maybe I am. Even my other friends that have nothing to do all day think I'm lazy. How does that work? Anyway, I know that one week from today I will be stressing out with all the stuff that has to get done by a certain time. I will also be stressing out that I will have entered the month when I officially become old, and I may start crying on a daily basis to mourn the death of my youth(actually, it was dead a long time ago, but now it's dead on paper too).
Next month will bring all sorts of bad things, including depression, wrinkles, old, single lady hood, and maybe even floods and locusts. This is my apocalypse. And it looks like it's starting with the heat of a thousand suns. I'm gonna need more ice. Crushed ice.
And I'm going to go by myself. Yes, it's always more fun to go with a pal, but when they've already seen the film, you're out of luck.
But I'm ready. I'm in the mood today, and I'm hoping the movie will inspire me to be in the mood for other stuff that I want to do. Escpecially since I've got the laundry and miscellaneous chores out of the way. Well, almost out of the way.I'm back into the work cycle of having stuff to do. It's almost nice to know what you will be doing every day, but it also sucks. I think it sucks more than it's cool. Now my lounging around time is quickly disappearing, and no one seems to understand how distressing that is. Call me lazy, maybe I am. Even my other friends that have nothing to do all day think I'm lazy. How does that work? Anyway, I know that one week from today I will be stressing out with all the stuff that has to get done by a certain time. I will also be stressing out that I will have entered the month when I officially become old, and I may start crying on a daily basis to mourn the death of my youth(actually, it was dead a long time ago, but now it's dead on paper too).
Next month will bring all sorts of bad things, including depression, wrinkles, old, single lady hood, and maybe even floods and locusts. This is my apocalypse. And it looks like it's starting with the heat of a thousand suns. I'm gonna need more ice. Crushed ice.
posted by Ocean | 1:16 PM
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