Wrong.
What do you do when you wake up one day and realize that you’ve been going on about it all in the wrong way? I am so frustrated with the way things are and how I have contributed to that.
Is there a reset button?
Archive for February, 2008
Fern.
This is probably one of my favorites from the entire set of photos from Sunday. Bought an annual membership to Muir Woods, so I will definitely be back for more. It will be interesting to see if my photos improve or change in style over time.
It’s raining now though, so another visit may be postponed until next month or later. I just love how close it is. Only 12 miles away!
Work has been crazy. I just don’t have TIME for everything. When people outside of work ask me how or what I am doing, all I have is the same old response. Doing okay, but working a lot. I wake up, work, eat in between, go home, and sleep. Rinse and repeat. What a sad existence! And when the next few months pass, I will be studying in the time that I get home a little earlier than now.
I have to pass the exam! Sad existence. I was moping a little the other night, but the moping did no good. So moving along!
Fresh Air.
I finally took the camera out, and it was about time! It arrived about a week and a half ago and has been dealing with the stale air of the indoors. So during the day on Sunday right before prom, I headed up to Muir Woods with Christopher. Good thing too because I know nothing about these fancy schmancy cameras. He gave me some pointers, helped me set up the camera on a lot of the shots, and I went from there. Probably took over 100 photos, but I only ended up keeping about 30. It’s a little difficult going from taking all photos on an automatic setting to one where you can control so much. However, they turned out alright.
So maybe I will post pictures instead of JUST those silly Twitters. I do want to buy a camera bag at some point…
We only spent a few hours up there because I had to head over to the prom event to help set up. It actually turned out quite well. There were ~150 in attendance, and all proceeds [after paying for security, tables, decorations, and the DJ] went towards a local organization. I wore a purple prom dress that I had purchased several years back. Gotta love those. While I did get compliments on the dress, my main concern was the fact that my anti-perspirant/deodorant was not doing its job. I could tell! :/ So if there were an award for the smelliest at prom, that would have been me last night.
Gossip Girl.
I never knew myself to be the type to gossip, and I am disappointed to find that I have been doing just that. I must and will stop. It’s not an attractive trait at all, and I don’t even know when that side of me decided to rear its ugly head. YUCK! It became somewhat prevalent last night while I was out with friends. :/ I suck.
The pillow fight on Valentine’s Day was a success. I hadn’t participated in years previous, only watched. This time around, it was pretty amazing how many people I knew and ran into while pittering about in the feathers. And yes, some of them went in my mouth, my nose. Ick! For some reason, a few people thought it would be a wonderful idea to just bring bags of feathers. Grrr… Here’s a shot my sister took:
It was madness. Afterwards, I went back to work. Yup, a 30-minute break amongst pillows and strangers, and then work! My colleagues probably think I’m crazy. I’m always participating in who knows what.
Meh.
I haven’t had the chance to test out the new camera. I want to buy a bag for it first. It would appear awkward to take shots and then not be able to put the camera away… My new phone is already all scratched up.
It is beautiful!
My camera made it. :)
80′s and French Guys
A certain red-headed hottie and I had a date to go dancing. Where better to groove all crazy-like AND to forget an embarrassing evening [http://flickr.com/photos/zomglemuffin/sets/72157603868734652/] of being auctioned off than at 1984 at the Cat Club! I’d never been before, so I was SO thankful that my companions for the evening knew the ins and outs. Upon arrival, $6 cover. Coats are checked. $2. For bag checks, $4.
We’re in the front area. Cheesy 80′s pop. It’s perfect. Dance. Dance. Out of nowhere, we are whisked away by these French Guys (“FGs”) in wigs and peculiar eyewear. There are quite a few of them, and they all know how to lead. Lots of dancing – fun, fun dancing.
We’re in the back area. The Smiths and the like. It’s perfect. More dancing with the FGs. More twirling and whirling. It’s definitely more spacious than the front area. Perhaps more people are into the cheese.
Finally, we part ways with the FGs, heading back to the front area for some air. There’s a fan overhead. Thank goodness for that. There’s an outdoor smoking area too. I meet someone named Delanie with “ie” instead of “ey.” I smell like smoke now.
Somehow one of my companions for the evening has disappeared. I take on the “I’m going to find her, and bring her back!” mission.
I’m in the back area again. She’s dancing with the FGs. Their wigs and eyewear are hard to resist. I keep messing up this one guy’s name [Bruno, not Bernard - sorry!]. Our friends from the front area finally make their way to the back to “rescue” us, and the rest of the 1984 experience is spent bopping to cheesy 80′s again.
On our way out, we grab our coats and bags. We run into the FGs again. Convenient, no? One insists that I take his friend’s number. He puts it into my phone. He then proceeds to take my phone and call himself. He already has my friend’s number, so we make it out of there.
What SHOULD’VE happened – Leaving with an air of mystery. Disappearing into the night. Memories of a fantastic time.
What ACTUALLY happened – At 4:30am, a text message to both of our phones: “Hey! I don’t even know your name, but somehow I got your number! Let’s see where that leads us!”
Yeah, no thanks.
But I still have memories of a fantastic time, and I do plan on returning. Hooray 1984! Hooray Cat Club! Will try other nights if I can find some dancing buddies.
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That pretty much sums up my days. Occasionally, I also take the chance to get a massive headache and feel crappy for a few hours. It goes away when I realize I need to get back to work the next day. It really isn’t so bad, but I sure wish I could go home to a nice warm comforting hug. Instead, it’s a cold house. *brrrr*