too late for apologies
So it is a long weekend. Well, three days really isn't long, but it's longer than usual, so who am I to complain? Especially since I only had one day off in the last 11.
I stayed up late last night. Until 5am. I was having a blast. Nailz and I went out to eat and then came back and hung out for a bit. She went to bed, but I layed in bed and read. And then when I woke up today, I continued reading my book until I was finished with it. Tonight, I start another book. In case you're wondering why I've decided to delve into books, you must remember that books are great places to escape the ordinary world and also that when I go to the library, it's not just for one book. I have 4 to read before the 19th. And if you know anything of how I read a book, you would know that it takes me a while because I forget about it and then read a little and then forget about it and on and on. I just finished
Jacob Have I Loved, a Newberry Medal Winner, and am moving onto
Why Girls are Weird. After that is Bram Stoker's
Dracula and a book of short stories called
White People. (<-----this is not a racist book, please see review linked to.) That last link you will have to scroll down a bit to get to the reviews, as it is a hard book to search online for, for the obvious reasons.
Other than that, I have once again managed to complicate matters with someone of the opposite sex with whom I interact. I don't know how I do it. It must be a crap-ass talent that I have. I always leave these interactions feeling like I have completely befuddled the man and probably come off like a really big drama queen. (Which I can be, but it's usually for sarcasm or humor...) I'm about to seclude myself and become a hermit. Perhaps I will move far far away into the mountains and live all by myself. (<---example of dramatics) But really, I do feel as though I torture them and myself needlessly. I guess I have this weird thing where I want them to leave me. I'm not sure why this is (it puzzles even me). But it would make me feel better if men would think I was crazy and walk out on me--of their own free will. I get some kind of strange, sad satisfaction from it. That way, I can say to myself, "see...you're too crazy. no one wants a crazy woman." And I could live happily ever after believing that no one liked me but my (future) 3,000 cats. *nods grimly*
*is rolling on floor laughing* I do amaze and amuse myself. *chuckles* Anywho--on to serious business. I am going to be worked to death this next week so if I don't blog, know that I am still living, but barely. I will be working 13 days in a row these next two weeks. No breaks. *sighs* And one day (Friday), I will be working from 7:30am until midnight. *heavy sigh* I really gotta find a new job....
Well, I guess that is about it. Nailz, MP, Disco and I (as well as Betsy and Rhonda) are all going out tonight. I hope it will be good. I think we'll try to go to a pub with an outdoor patio as it is the perfect night for sitting outside and drinking. And alcohol is good for you. *points to mouth* Beer goes here. lol It eases a troubled mind, much like music. Segoi!
More tales of the strange to come tomorrow! Look forward to it!