Frame of Reference

It has recently been brought to my attention that I could quite possibly be obsessive compulsive. And the ironic thing is I am obsessing over being obsessive. I don't wash my hands excessively and I'm not caught up on locking the door 10 times. It's nothing that extreme. When my friend "kindly" pointed out my odd behavior, I couldn't help but think of all of the weird things I tend to do or the habits that I have. For example I eat one thing at a time I cannot have anything on my plate to touch or mix It drives me insane to have something put on my desk that I did not put there myself, like a magazine And don't even get me started when someone sits in my chair. I try not to freak out about it, but it does really bother me I cannot sleep without a blanket or something covering me My pillow has to be cold when I lay my head on it, if it's not I flip it over or switch That's just the major ones I think. Like I said, nothing extreme. Taking pictures is...

Spent the day at the lake. I love starting paragraphs with fragments. It makes me feel like such a rebel. Anyway, I got sunburned again. This is the second time I have gotten a VERY BAD sunburn this summer. You would think I would have learned the first time..but no, not me. I haven't laughed so much in a very long time. We borrowed a waverunner from Joanna and all of us just had a blast. Holly got a burn on her back from falling off the tube. Spenser hit the gas a little to soon and Holly didn't let go fast enough, so she kind of got drug on top of the water. She was ok, I just felt sorry for her. It looked painful. She's back in KY now. I think she had a really good time here though.

Everynight for the past 3 weeks this woman comes home at exactly 9:45 everynight. How do I know this? No, this woman is not me. This is a woman that lives in the apartment across the hall from me. And I know what time she comes home every night because she always announces it, loudly, before she closes the door. It always reminds me of I Love Lucy when Desie (sp) comes home and says "Lucy, I'm home!". It is one of the upsides to living in an apartment I think. You can make up lives for all of these people that live so close to you, yet you never really get to know. I got my wake up call at 9:30 this morning. We were on the road at 10:45. We arrived at the softball field at 12:15. It was so hot! I literally had sweat running down my back. I very gross sensation I don't particularly like. I can't imagine what the girls were feeling out on the field. Luckily they had towels they would soak in ice water and wear around their necks. Holly's team won. The other team...

I knew as soon as I woke up to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock that something was wrong. My head felt 'funny'. Not painful and not the good kind of 'funny'. A sort of pressure behind my ears. Maybe if I could sleep 15 more minutes it would go away. I think it's funny how you calculate how long it takes you to get ready in the morning and what you can take out of your routine in order to sleep 3 more minutes. After getting out of the shower the pressure was slowly building so I popped 2 advil and took off to work. I was late anyway. At about 8 in the morning I knew I had to go home and sleep this headache off. I couldn't focus on anything and I didn't want to be in a bad mood at work. People already think I'm moody as it is. So I crashed in my bed and I think it took me maybe 15 seconds to fall asleep. I had only been asleep for 30 minutes when my phone rang. It's a good thing I am not a voodoo practitioner because I have very bad thoughts whe...

Check out the rad barn in Oliver Springs There are more pictures of this barn at the picture page. I think I've been bitten by the photography bug. I'm not sure when this happened or where. Lately I have found myself taking pictures of almost everything, as well as looking at everyone else's photography. I am afraid. I'm not sure what the psychological word for it is, but I know there is one. You see, when I find something new, like a new skill, I want to do the best at it. It's like an insane competition with myself to do the best that I possibly can in the quickest amount of time. However, when I have felt that I have reached that point. I completely lose interest. Don't get me wrong. I don't think that I am the 'best' in anything. But take for instance drawing. For six months I did nothing else but draw and draw. I kept getting better each week and then I felt I reached this point that my skill started to flatten out. This may or may not be the ca...

As I was browsing through Books-A-Million during my lunch hour, I preceded to run into a person that brought back a very bad memory of high school. She was my spanish teacher. More specifically, she was my spanish teacher that had a lisp. This speach impedement often times caused her to 'spit' while she was talking, much to the amusement of us students. I would like to blame my actions on being 16, but when I think about it, it is just plain meaness, there are no other excuses. This is what happened: I drew a caricature of Ms. Ramen with drops of spit coming out of her mouth and students in the front row with umbrellas trying to dodge the saliva torpedos. This was purely drawn for my own amusement as she droned on and on about proper nouns and using verbs only after the adjectives in a sentence. Of course I had to show off my work of art to the cute boy sitting next to me. Anything I could do to stike up conversation I often times did. Even if it was feigning interest in Marily...

I was so tired today! Tylenol pm is powerful stuff. I only took one because I had a terrible headache and it knocked me for a loop! I had to come home for work and sleep a couple of hours. After that it was time for mexican food.

I'm watching my cat, Shayde, stalk birds out on my balcony. I like to think he pretends he is some fierce panther out in the jungle hunting prey in the dense foliage. When in reality he is a 3 month old kitten afraid of his shadow.