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Tonight was nice; my good friend came over spur of the moment just to chill for a while. We had smores and chatted for a few hours.

The rest of this week is going to fly by. On Saturday two of my friends and I are going on a road trip to the RenFest upstate. I'm nervous because I have to drive through the city, and I've never driven upstate before, but I've got a good co-pilot, so everything should be okay. I'm really, really cutting it close with my costume, though. It's not quite finished yet. I pretty much have to finish it tomorrow. Damn! So much to do!

My birthday is coming up, and I think I want to make a nice list of the cool things I have done and a list of the cool things I have yet to do. Not for perspective or anything really like that, because I have a grip on that already, most of the time. Just for a reminder. I like to think sometimes that someday graet-great-grandchildren will find the printed copies of this blog and get a good idea of what their ancestor was like. That'd be neat.

This last year, I think I've taken a lot of inventory, and it's helped me cut down on unneeded things and people. It used to be hard for me to let certain things go, like other people's nonsense--hey, and sometimes it still is, but I try. I have a high tolerance for the direct stuff: people doing and saying things to my face. I can have conversations with people and work that stuff out. I have a high tolerance for what other people want to believe about themselves, even if it's false. If I don't know them all that well and they're not hurting someone, I say, hey, why the hell should it bother me? Okay, so you lost an arm while rescuing a child from the traintracks, even though I'm looking at both of your arms right now. It's awkward, but who the hell am I to point out you still have both arms? Obviously you're making yourself happy, and I'm just going to walk away and go about my business. You and your one-armed self go and have a good time. I'm 31. I don't have time to be your therapist.

What I still don't like and don't get is the passive aggressive stuff, you know, you see it on the internet. "This girl? Ohmigod, she's so stupid. Those people who talk about one-armed girls with two arms, they're such morons, aren't they? I'm totally superior to people like that. Oh, you? No, it's not about you! God, it's not always All About You!" Well, it used to bug me when it came from people who were supposed to be your friends, then after a while of it I said, "meh." When it keeps going on, though, I'm just like, move on, for chrissakes. What the hell do these people hope to gain? (Well, posts like this, I guess. Validates them, maybe.) I do try to not let other people's nonsense get to me, but it bugs me that they're still so into that game. And that I find myself playing it right back. To be fair, though, I don't do it that often, you know. Only when it's doen so obviously. I guess I could entierly cut people like that out of my life, but you know, sometimes you just get curious.

Dang, I can't believe it's 11:30 already. I don't even have time to begin my list! I know I want to remember to write down surfing in Waikiki, going to Kilauea, building the aviary...I guess I'll think of more stuff by and by.

Man, it's chilly. I hate when I release birds and it rains, or gets chilly at night (as if they can't get wet or chilly in the aviary!) I had to release my grackle Eomer last evening. I've never released a bird so late in the day before, but he was picking on the other birds and I suspect he was the one who bit my other grackle's leg. I released him, and then when I got up this morning to feed the aviary birds, there was Eomer in the tree, watching me. (I know him because he's got this one long quill on his left wing.) I put some worms down for him, and some seeds and blueberries.

Also, my three retarded starlings are still around. Every morning when they hear me go outside, they all fly to the top of the aviary and wait for me to throw worms up there. I say they're retarded, but clearly they have me trained very well, so... I have a picture of starling Clarice at my window, pesting me to put worms outside. I'll try to post it tomorrow, if I have time after finishing the costume. It's very cute.

For now, time for bed. I'm not wild about Thursday work days, they just never seem to click for me. Wednesday nights always get me a little down.

DAMN! I missed tonight's episode of Rescue Me! GRRRRRR! >_>

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Tonight was nice; my good friend came over spur of the moment just to chill for a while. We had smores and chatted for a few hours.

The rest of this week is going to fly by. On Saturday two of my friends and I are going on a road trip to the RenFest upstate. I'm nervous because I have to drive through the city, and I've never driven upstate before, but I've got a good co-pilot, so everything should be okay. I'm really, really cutting it close with my costume, though. It's not quite finished yet. I pretty much have to finish it tomorrow. Damn! So much to do!

My birthday is coming up, and I think I want to make a nice list of the cool things I have done and a list of the cool things I have yet to do. Not for perspective or anything really like that, because I have a grip on that already, most of the time. Just for a reminder. I like to think sometimes that someday graet-great-grandchildren will find the printed copies of this blog and get a good idea of what their ancestor was like. That'd be neat.

This last year, I think I've taken a lot of inventory, and it's helped me cut down on unneeded things and people. It used to be hard for me to let certain things go, like other people's nonsense--hey, and sometimes it still is, but I try. I have a high tolerance for the direct stuff: people doing and saying things to my face. I can have conversations with people and work that stuff out. I have a high tolerance for what other people want to believe about themselves, even if it's false. If I don't know them all that well and they're not hurting someone, I say, hey, why the hell should it bother me? Okay, so you lost an arm while rescuing a child from the traintracks, even though I'm looking at both of your arms right now. It's awkward, but who the hell am I to point out you still have both arms? Obviously you're making yourself happy, and I'm just going to walk away and go about my business. You and your one-armed self go and have a good time. I'm 31. I don't have time to be your therapist.

What I still don't like and don't get is the passive aggressive stuff, you know, you see it on the internet. "This girl? Ohmigod, she's so stupid. Those people who talk about one-armed girls with two arms, they're such morons, aren't they? I'm totally superior to people like that. Oh, you? No, it's not about you! God, it's not always All About You!" Well, it used to bug me when it came from people who were supposed to be your friends, then after a while of it I said, "meh." When it keeps going on, though, I'm just like, move on, for chrissakes. What the hell do these people hope to gain? (Well, posts like this, I guess. Validates them, maybe.) I do try to not let other people's nonsense get to me, but it bugs me that they're still so into that game. And that I find myself playing it right back. To be fair, though, I don't do it that often, you know. Only when it's doen so obviously. I guess I could entierly cut people like that out of my life, but you know, sometimes you just get curious.

Dang, I can't believe it's 11:30 already. I don't even have time to begin my list! I know I want to remember to write down surfing in Waikiki, going to Kilauea, building the aviary...I guess I'll think of more stuff by and by.

Man, it's chilly. I hate when I release birds and it rains, or gets chilly at night (as if they can't get wet or chilly in the aviary!) I had to release my grackle Eomer last evening. I've never released a bird so late in the day before, but he was picking on the other birds and I suspect he was the one who bit my other grackle's leg. I released him, and then when I got up this morning to feed the aviary birds, there was Eomer in the tree, watching me. (I know him because he's got this one long quill on his left wing.) I put some worms down for him, and some seeds and blueberries.

Also, my three retarded starlings are still around. Every morning when they hear me go outside, they all fly to the top of the aviary and wait for me to throw worms up there. I say they're retarded, but clearly they have me trained very well, so... I have a picture of starling Clarice at my window, pesting me to put worms outside. I'll try to post it tomorrow, if I have time after finishing the costume. It's very cute.

For now, time for bed. I'm not wild about Thursday work days, they just never seem to click for me. Wednesday nights always get me a little down.

DAMN! I missed tonight's episode of Rescue Me! GRRRRRR! >_>