What is a consceess? I can’t figure it out. Consciousness, maybe?
So I wrote some of my thoughts down one time when I was half-asleep, as a sort of experiment:
“Like eating cloud
no if cloud tasted like this I’d go outside more often. That was clever!
I knew it before or after but not during
that Id’ wiggled my eyebrows
lyrics should not be edited
short term and long term memory box
Monkey animals obsessed with missors
do monkeys play with mirrors?
You’re not going to eat me are you?
Mass breeding slaughtering
some consceess out there is a chicken”
Wonder where the monkey/mirror thing came from.
I like the eyebrow part the best.
Anyway, so I’m moving out of the valley at the end of this week, possibly for good. Man if only I’d spent the last four months in a different apartment, like somewhere south, I’m thinking I could have had a much happier four months. Meh I guess I didn’t think I’d be around that long (four months!)
Sorry, it’s just one of those nights where I’m counting back the number of days of my life I’ve wasted. I’d say at least 8,000 of the total 9,395.
Found that number on a birthday calculator website. It also said my “birth tree” is the poplar. The characteristics were pretty spot-on. Never heard of birth tree before, maybe it’s a pagan thing?
The poplar tree: “Looks very decorative, no self-confident behaviour, only courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, artistic nature, good organiser, tends to philosophy, reliable in any situation, takes partnership serious.”
Dude I’m all that stuff. Except I’m not very decorative. Makes me picture someone who wears dangly earrings and layers of bead necklace, and I don’t really do jewelry. And I don’t know if I have great animosity. That means hostile right? And I’m too much of a ditz to be reliable.
Three things stand out the most: very choosy, often lonely, and takes partnerships serious[ly]. I think I’m pretty choosy (picky) when it comes to relationships with the opposite sex. And for a number of reasons, (my egregious animosity, constant pointless philosophizing, obsessive need for pleasant surroundings, alienating artistic nature…) I tend to be lonely. And when I settle down with a partner, hoo boy it is serious. I’m only courageous when I need to be, and taking the plunge into love takes guts. Especially if you’ve fallen before, and landed with a bone-splintering smack onto the pavement — that kind of trauma can prevent some people from even peeking over the edge again. I’m not saying that’s ever happened to me. And also, being in a serious relationship with someone means the potential for babies and potential for having lots more things to worry about, and lots more money to pay. Money stresses me out big time. I never want to buy a house, because then I’d have to buy a lawnmower. Etc.
I got my hair cut today. On the bright side, hair grows back.
Unlike toes.
Oh anyway so I’m moving, and my summer job starts next month, and I anticipate awesomemess, because most of my co-workers will have just graduated from college (four years ago for me holy moses that’s embarassing) and they’ll probably be in party mode. It’ll be like the post-college experience I never had! Because the summer after my graduation, all I did was serve donuts and krumkaka to tourists at a Nowegian-style bakery.
