Geek Girl in Training
Not sure I'm geeky enough just yet, but I'm working on it.
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Do you ever get that sinking feeling that things are going TOO well? Because when things go too well, the inevitable result is that a spectacular collapse is just around the corner, and as soon as you start to feel comfortable an confident in the positive trajectory that whatever this thing is appears to be taking, you know it’s only going to hurt that much more when it falls to pieces.
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Sometimes you have such a non-stop life that you get a weekend without much going on and you just sleep through it.
And then you get up on Monday morning and have to go to work and your body is all, “But more sleep!” And your brain is all, “You’ve slept 24 hours of the last 60! You don’t NEED to… except yeah, I kinda hear you, more sleeping would be nice.”
At least there’s a long weekend coming up.
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Hang in there. I got friend zoned in the past week by my most recent ex-. How are you otherwise?
Eh, “friend-zoning” in and of itself doesn’t bother me—it’s the guy’s choice and not much I can do about that, and I’m perfectly happy adding more friends to my life—it’s more the fact that it’s a years-long recurring pattern that has me puzzled.
Otherwise, I’m generally good. Glad the weather has improved, but not a fan of it being THIS hot, especially not in May.
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Well, that sorted itself out pretty quickly. Second of two guys decided I’m only friend material.
I genuinely want to know what it is about me that inspires mediocre feelings… the “You’re great and smart and fun and interesting and I’d love to get to know you more… BUT, yeah, I don’t want to date you” response. Because I seriously get this ALL. THE. TIME. The story of my romantic life is a story of being the best female friend who’s not your girlfriend you’ll ever have.
Not that I have any intention of changing myself to take care of, as it were, whatever that might be, but it’d just be nice to know.
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Photo reblogged from Party On Another Planet
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Sometimes, when you’re curled up in a ball of agony with menstrual cramps, it’s best to remind yourself that you’re not pregnant.
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Photo reblogged from A Humble Bumble
In some instances, homelessness isn’t a choice. I really don’t know her story but to be unable to buy your way home is an easy way to wind up on the streets. Then again, you might find a local job but doesn’t that require credentials, which may be at home.
Hmm…? Well, food for thought.
As someone who works for an organization that provides social services for the homeless, it’s my observation that homelessness is more often than not the result of a whirlpool of experiences in which people become trapped to the point that they are unable to help themselves anymore. Sometimes it’s a result of a few bad choices, yes, but the long-term solution is rarely as simple as people who’ve never been there themselves make it seem. There are a lot of pieces involved when a person reaches a point that he/she is on the street or in shelters or couch-hopping, and too often only addressing one of those pieces—employment, housing, education, mental/physical/chemical health, family, relationships, criminal background, and so on—without addressing the others will only result in a return to the streets. It’s why we as a society have to see the whole person and consider his/her whole story when looking at a person who is experiencing homelessness rather than just assume that a minimum wage job at McDonald’s is going to be the answer.
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So I’ve been in bed sick most of the weekend (when I haven’t had to be on a stage playing music… talk about polar opposite scenarios) and started watching Adventure Time.
I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to stop.
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I’m home.
Four nights in a row out until midnight.
I get to sleep in tomorrow morning.
And by “sleep in,” I mean sleep until noon.
*huggles pillow*
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Evidently Tracy Morgan is going to be doing a mainstage show this week while I’m in a rehearsal in the black box theater next door.
So that’s kinda fun.
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Best punishment ever… via the most excellent Mary Lucia on FB.
