Saturday, July 7, 2007
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Smoking: (or trying to) Zanzibar Lights/Xtremes
Reading: Good Omens
For the record, periods suck.
A lot.
I failed to realize how taxing work would be for not only Codie, but me as well. I don't have a job (a point of mention and annoyance when I speak to my parents, usually), but with Codie now gone nine hours out of the day, I end up feeling useless and lonely and typically don't get anything done that I wanted to and just sleep; or not sleep and end up tired by the time Codie gets home (which is convenient, because he is usually tired by the time he gets home and will just crawl in bed with me).
My sleep schedule is completely fucked. I go to sleep at five in the morning, I go to sleep at six at night, I wake up at six PM, I roll over and can't get back to sleep at two AM. I worry about a lot more things with someone else in my life (or perhaps it's just paranoia attached to other things?). I've always been able to worry my brain enough about something that I will wake up every few hours so I don't miss whatever time I was supposed to be up, but now it's just fucking ridiculous. I wake up at the most annoying hours and wonder if I should wake Codie up, usually because he's mentioned he needs to be up, or we wanted to do something... I haven't slept solidly through a night in... way too long. I need to relax.
Speaking of relaxing: being on my period makes me CRAVE cigarettes like nothing else, right? But it also makes me NAUSEOUS to smoke them! Grr! What the hell is that, Mother Nature?! Eat shit and die. ;_;
On other subjects... Fourth of July sucked. Went to Fourth on Broadway, the local parade, and it was the shittiest thing ever. Ran into a friend I owed cigarettes to. Delivered them. Missed the fireworks (was sleeping aslkdfnlsdfkn; even woke up at a reasonable hour, knowing I didn't want to miss them, and considered waking Codie up...), STILL haven't ever blown off my own fireworks... But, eh. Things have been hectic. Codie started work on the second, by the fourth we were just getting used to it, sleep needed to be had, yadda yaddda yadda, we'd promised to meet someone on Broadway in the morning (but didn't end up finding him, goddammit), so the whole ordeal was pretty useless.
Yesterday morning--and I meant to post this yesterday, but didn't quite make it--Codie and I went out for a smoke and it was really foggy. But humid-warm. Sort of nice, though weird for Lubbock weather. We saw a TON of spiderwebs, all framed with dew. You could see them pretty damn well, and the little spiders were working at them... I tried to find my camera but failed. Took pictures later in the day, and they didn't come out.
But, hey! Pictures. Expect them to be posted.
Blah blah blah blah, Kate will be less emo by mid-week.
(P.S., ESPECIALLY WITH THE HELP OF KATAMARI DAMACY!!! can'tbelieveHastingssoldmetherental...!)
Reading: Good Omens
For the record, periods suck.
A lot.
I failed to realize how taxing work would be for not only Codie, but me as well. I don't have a job (a point of mention and annoyance when I speak to my parents, usually), but with Codie now gone nine hours out of the day, I end up feeling useless and lonely and typically don't get anything done that I wanted to and just sleep; or not sleep and end up tired by the time Codie gets home (which is convenient, because he is usually tired by the time he gets home and will just crawl in bed with me).
My sleep schedule is completely fucked. I go to sleep at five in the morning, I go to sleep at six at night, I wake up at six PM, I roll over and can't get back to sleep at two AM. I worry about a lot more things with someone else in my life (or perhaps it's just paranoia attached to other things?). I've always been able to worry my brain enough about something that I will wake up every few hours so I don't miss whatever time I was supposed to be up, but now it's just fucking ridiculous. I wake up at the most annoying hours and wonder if I should wake Codie up, usually because he's mentioned he needs to be up, or we wanted to do something... I haven't slept solidly through a night in... way too long. I need to relax.
Speaking of relaxing: being on my period makes me CRAVE cigarettes like nothing else, right? But it also makes me NAUSEOUS to smoke them! Grr! What the hell is that, Mother Nature?! Eat shit and die. ;_;
On other subjects... Fourth of July sucked. Went to Fourth on Broadway, the local parade, and it was the shittiest thing ever. Ran into a friend I owed cigarettes to. Delivered them. Missed the fireworks (was sleeping aslkdfnlsdfkn; even woke up at a reasonable hour, knowing I didn't want to miss them, and considered waking Codie up...), STILL haven't ever blown off my own fireworks... But, eh. Things have been hectic. Codie started work on the second, by the fourth we were just getting used to it, sleep needed to be had, yadda yaddda yadda, we'd promised to meet someone on Broadway in the morning (but didn't end up finding him, goddammit), so the whole ordeal was pretty useless.
Yesterday morning--and I meant to post this yesterday, but didn't quite make it--Codie and I went out for a smoke and it was really foggy. But humid-warm. Sort of nice, though weird for Lubbock weather. We saw a TON of spiderwebs, all framed with dew. You could see them pretty damn well, and the little spiders were working at them... I tried to find my camera but failed. Took pictures later in the day, and they didn't come out.
But, hey! Pictures. Expect them to be posted.
Blah blah blah blah, Kate will be less emo by mid-week.
(P.S., ESPECIALLY WITH THE HELP OF KATAMARI DAMACY!!! can'tbelieveHastingssoldmetherental...!)
// posted by Kate @ 7:52 AM 
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