Mood: Stressed out to the max. Music: Spice Girls (my mom is cleaning to it... WEIRD) Color: Black. The color of my lonely soul... i mean, Red, the color of my nose. Today is: Valentine's Day... or Single's Awareness Day (which, according to Les, is for "bitter, ugly people.")
You Know You're From Oregon When... Your children learned to walk in Birkenstocks. You throw an aluminum can in the trash and feel guilty. You complain about Californians as you sell your house to one for twice as much as you originally paid. You only honk your horn if collision is imminent and never for anything else. You consider something a "hill" (not a mountain) if it doesn't have snow on it or has not recently erupted, regardless of its altitude. You consider "etiquette" a foreign word. Most of your friends are from California. You find a wallet with $500 and give it back to the owner. You used to live somewhere else but won't admit it publicly. You've ever ordered a half caff/decaf, nonfat mocha grande with sugar-free cranberry whip (or you know what it is). You know a bride & groom that registered at REI. If someone ran your car off the highway, you might drown. You'd be miffed if the store was out of your favorite brand of water. Every day is casual Friday. Hear the word "ferry" and think of boats and long waits. Know at least eight people who work for Intel or Nike, or used to work for Tektronix. (editors note: or in Corvallis' case: H-P) You think skiing always means being covered from head to toe, in snow or water. Know that Boring is a town and not just a state of mind. Have actually used your mountain bike on a mountain. You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit under a raincoat. You return from a California vacation depressed because “all the grass was dead.” Remember the date, severity, time of day, where you were, and how long you were out of power and phone service for every winter weather event in the last five years. Have ever called your insurance agent to ask if your homeowner’s policy covers falling trees, flooding, or mud slides. You never go camping without waterproof matches, ponchos, and mattress pads that double as flotation devices. You believe swimming is not a sport but a survival skill to prevent boating deaths. You own more than 10 articles of clothing that have the names of microbreweries/brewpubs printed on them. You think downtown is "scary" because you were panhandled there, once. You replace your hiking boots with Birkenstock or Teva sandals when the weather gets above 60 degrees. You believe people who use umbrellas are wimps or Californians, or both. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Oregon.
personally, i haven't owned a pair of birkies since i was 7, but i guess im still an oregonian because i call them "birkies." durrr... ALSO, i was born and raised in corvallis - i didnt move from anywhere else... but my parents did. hmm...
however, i stole that whole hooplah from Tim. Yikes. Time to find some new profiles to compulsively/obsessively check.
I am MUY stressed out: -Selling the house stresses out my mom a lot, and a lot of it rubs off on me - not intentionally, but its enough to stress me out while im at home because i have a lot of other stuff going on. like... - my ES201 paper on racism at CHS (which shouldnt be SUCH a challenge researching) is due in like... a week, so im all thinking about it already. - I have a "C" in biology. which is TRUELY unacceptable. Good thing i have Les on my team, or i would FAIL big time. - my therapist has yet to resolve any of my real issues. ive just been talking a lot, which i suppose helps a little to get it out in the air. I've never really sat down and told the whole story to someone. everyone's just got bits and pieces. This goes waaay back, and its kind of weird that she has this whole timeline set out. I'm also noticing that as i tell the story, my brain keeps remembering really weird moments that ive repressed or something. Like... really weird moments. - Boys. Boys stress me out, hugely. More than often. For those who are are interested (if there are any of you) keep in mind i like boys who i totally cant have: whether its because you are not single, live in another country, or are totally NOT interested in me, i find it incredibly tempting and it drives me crazy that i cant have you. keep that in mind next time. - Friends. Friends can be weird too. I am done trying to analyse them.
I am booked this weekend, so don't even try to make plans with me. I mean, you can try, or mention that you would just LOVE to spend time with me... but it means you will probably get penciled in for the weekend after. sorry.
here i go again on my own cruel cruel world. another valentines day, another weird night. ~*N*~