In which I wish I posted more.

Every time I post, I think, “That was pretty good! I need to post more often!” But then nothing happens so I have nothing to write about so I don’t write and then I check my site and it’s been, like, half a month since I wrote anything. (I’m proud to say that it took me nearly an entire decade to really start to run out of shit to say!)

Part of it, I think, is that most of the things I find really interesting socially are not appropriate topics. I can’t talk about how that couple’s falling apart spectacularly, or about that person’s funky health issues, or about that couple’s freaky sex life. I mean, I could, but then I wouldn’t have any friends. And I like having friends. I like getting stopped on the street by people who know my name. It’s nice not being a stranger anymore.

I don’t have a job, so I can’t bitch about stupid policies (and when I do have a job, I still can’t, because that shit gets you dooced. Which SUCKS, because all jobs, no matter how cool, are stupid and need to be mocked).

School’s online so there’s not much to say there other than OMG DO I REALLY LIKE THIS SHIT? Because I think it’s starting to seriously get on my nerves. Most of the stuff is just plain tedious. The Packet Tracer labs are fun if you understand them; if you don’t, there’s no way to complete them. The reading is all elbows-and-knees engineer prose and it drives me bat shit. My chapter test scores range from the high 90’s to the low 60’s because sometimes the writing’s so obtuse I don’t really understand the chapter or the test questions.

Long story short: Bah. I’m boring.

Last weekend, my groovy aunt Teri took me shopping and bought me some long-sleeved t-shirts and some underwear because she’d seen on my site that I needed them. Last week, I went to Helpline twice like I was supposed to, but blew off class because it’s optional and I wasn’t prepared anyway. Last night, I played the Kennewick Tony Roma’s with the Coyote Kings. That’s about it. You don’t care that I cleaned the front bathroom.

I made some chili:

In other news, it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, which caused me to think about romance for a grand total of 1.6 seconds. Guess what? I’m still utterly disinterested in the topic. I love not wanting anybody! I spent so many years yearning for a partner to complete me, and then I got one, and surprise! It was all bullshit. People don’t complete you. I’m so grateful to be free of that delusion.

I’m also grateful to be single because I’m still on a diet and I really don’t think I’d be able to resist a box of chocolates.