Finally a day I can be excited about. I had thought the drywaller was finished with his job, but I was wrong. But he now is nearing the end of his work on the house. The house is coming along slow but little by little there is progress. I can’t wait to get into my new house. There have been a lot of hang-ups in this process. I’m just excited to see it come to fruition.
I don’t know Where these weathermen (okay I’m not politically correct and I don’t care), get their information, but how many times (how many times?!) can you be wrong?! Well, how many? There isn’t a day goes by that they are not wrong. I mean please could they get it right once in a while? If it does do what they say it’s going to, it’s mainly just a fluke. I mean really! Okay, maybe there are some good ones out there, somewhere. Some that know what they’re doing. There’s good and not-so-good in every field, I suppose.
I know this is not good to say (or think) but did you ever just want to be alone? Escape for even just a few hours to think, do something you want to do, read a book without an interruption? I’m like that sometimes. I think we all need our space. I don’t think it’s a bad thing to feel. I would just like for Calgon to take me away. (It was a commercial) Look it up.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this friend I used to have. I was wondering how she gets through life like she does. I mean, this girl never, from the time I’ve known her, has ever smiled or laughed. There is no humor anywhere in her bones. How can you be with someone like that? How can you be friends with such a person? She is somber, humorless, and grim. She has never laughed or even smiled for pictures. It’s not her past life at home with siblings or parents, I know I was around her most of the time. We were inseparable. Me, on the other hand. I’m the biggest jokester around and I’m always smiling and laughing. I don’t know how that friendship ever transpired.
One thing I do have to admit to is that I don’t like clowns, Not that I’m afraid of the hair, makeup or outfit. It’s the fact that you don’t know what psychotic is lurking behind the facade Those and porcelain dolls. (The latter due to scary movies I used to watch when I was a kid). If you’ve ever watched Halloween and a Nightmare On Elm Street, this should explain the reasoning. I don’t think shows that hack people up are scary, just disgusting and gross. But when you get a psychological thriller, this is when the panic can set in. When there is nothing behind their eyes, and they stare blankly, then there is cause to be frightened. When there is no sign of life (any form of life) whether behind the eyes or on the face (completely expressionless) then you’ve got cause for concern. There are a lot of nutjobs out there and the true-life stories confirm that. Things that people have done can set your mind ablaze.
Well, diary. I could apparently babble-on all day. But I will end it here. More on another day.