Musings

• Just as I can pick out a Diamond member from a mile away, so can I pick out a newly married woman as well. I can’t exactly pin-point what it is about them, but doing this for, going on, 2 years and I can sniff them out of a crowd.Is it because they look the best they have in their whole lives? Even if I don’t know them, I can tell. Do they wear a smile unusually large for women their age? Do they still act awkward with the huge ring that weighs more than their hand does?
  I don’t get it.
  But I must learn what qualities they possess that normal women their age don’t. I may have to go under-cover for this one.
• *I’ve decided I don’t like a tired BF. I don’t. He’s cranky, he’s distant and cold, and he’s just not BF at all.Hey school? I would like him back please.
• *I don’t like cherry candy canes. Whoever invented them has obviously never tasted them, because they’re disgusting.
• I do however like cherry pies, cherry turnovers, and pretty much any thing with cherry filling. Much to the chagrin of my thighs. (Yes, I hear you thighs. Shut up. You’re not allowed a say in this!)
• My love for Christmas music is like my love for anything. It verges on obsessive.
• I have decided I’m allowed to like The Original Series of Star Trek. It’s not like shows now-a-days. I mean, I love our current shows: Lost, Prison Break, Doctor Who. (Though it’s almost unfair to group Doctor Who in there, as it is kind of in between both)
  But at the end of our newer shows, I’m on the edge of my seat, while simultaneously being on the edge of a heart attack. They’re balls to the wall, a mile a minute type shows. DON’T MISS A THING OMIGOD, DID THEY JUST SHOOT A MAIN CHARACTER?!But I go home, watch Star Trek, and I feel relaxed. Like somehow, everything’s gonna work itself out. Usually in the span of 50 minutes. And I’m left feeling better about humanity, better about life in general.It’s definitely the best way to wind down after being around mean people for 8 hours.
• I’ve realized recently that I am incapable of being ashamed of things that are inherent in me.
  B used to tell me, “You’d better be careful of who you tell you have ADD to”And I don’t know if it’s a difference in how we were raised, but I cannot be ashamed of this. I just simply cannot make myself feel like it’s something to hide. I know that’s not what he feels, but he’s definitely ashamed of it. But we do have one thing in common; We both wish we didn’t have it.But the funny thing is, I cannot make myself feel ashamed about the fact that I can’t make myself feel ashamed about things.
• And I am extremely proud of Jennifer Love Hewitt. She’s a beautiful woman, and every time I watch Ghost Whisperer, I think that. And really? SO AM I! So WHAT if I have a little cellulite on my ass!? B doesn’t care! That’s for sure! And really, he’s the only person’s opinion I should concern myself with, because I sure AS HELL don’t have a fair opinion of myself.
  I’ve been thinking about her every time I look in the mirror and start thinking, ‘I’m never eating again!’So, Jen? Thank you! Thank you for making me not ashamed of my AWESOME ass!
• Sometimes, like tonight, I feel like barricading myself in a pile of pillows. And only showing my face if BF is willing to come into my haven. And then barricading myself back again.
  Right now I’m tired, the weather is gloomy, wet, and cold as hell, and I don’t want to be at work. I just want to be home. Sleeping. Or cuddling. Or not doing anything at all.Tonight is one of those nights where all the people in the world annoy me. (Unless they’re my bloggie friends, B, or family, of course.)
• And I really want some fettuccine alfredo. Now.

But at least I’m smarter than this chick. Her name is Kelly something or other.

I would’ve guessed India.

*Sigh* I need to go back to school.