brightbluegirl

I thought I had stuff to write, but now I'm not so sure.

I'm stuck with nothing to do at work (That's what happens when I send in my work for feedback, and they're slow at getting the feedback to me. I can only read the training material so many times before I get a little punchy. Literally.), so I've responded to pretty much every email I could, and now I'm almost at the thumb twiddling stage.

The problem is, if they keep going the way it's usually been, I'll probably not get anything until 2 or 3 this afternoon. So 'I can't twiddle my thumbs all that time.

Bleh.

Quick. Entertain me!!!

I didn't workout this morning. Our sprint around Stanley Park hurt my back, and I was afraid of hurting it more with a workout. Plus, I was tired. So there.

However, my scale says I've gained 2 pounds. Fucking scale. Well, it said so Sunday morning, which I assumed was a gain of water because we'd walked so far so quickly, and that it would disappear after a more relaxing day. Since I had to get up every 15 minutes to pee last night, I figured I was right. But no, no such luck. Still have that extra 2 lbs. Ah well. Maybe tomorrow.

I've been in a tizzie trying to organize my weekend in Toronto, even though it's a month away. It's not easy, I'll tell you. For example, my father has to drop me off at a predetermined spot on Sunday, so my mom can pick me up there when he's gone, and not have to see him. (It's been 10 years since they broke up, btw) And then there's organizing seeing all my friends and getting enough time with everyone, and making sure no-one feels left out or unloved or invalid in my life, while having fun. (That reminds me: I can't expect folks to come from elsewhere to see me (Translation: Denisely, if you were in town it'd be lovely to see you, but I'm not asking because I don't want you to feel pressured, I know you're busy and low on funds! Also, Andrea, same deal with you, sweets.)).

I had a great weekend. All in all, it left me revitalized and happy, and that really is the way it's supposed to work out, isn't it?

God, this is a stupid entry.

I'm turning 30 in October. What do you think of that? Crazy, huh. Or at least... final. Aren't I supposed to feel older, or something? I still feel like an adolescent. Or MAYBE, in my early 20s. Isn't the drain of adult life, with all it's responsibilities, supposed to drag me down? I'm not feeling particularly dragged down yet. When does that happen? When do I get boring, or bored? When do I get hassled and gray? When does it all turn to shit, and all I do is reminisce about the good old days?

Although, to be fair, everything nowadays reminds me of something. Just the other day I had a vivid memory of when I was a candystriper at the age of 14. It was the smell of the hallway at work that did it to me. And I haven't thought of that since... er... well. A long time ago.

That's different than the quavering "in myyyy ddayyyy..."

When do I get old?

I love the fact that I'm turning 30. What's not to love?