Update of a now really tired insomniac
Jan. 9th, 2003 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeThis entry likely won't make any sense or have any logical connectors. You have been warned. I am typing this entry with one hand (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
firewillow, get your mind out of the gutter!) because the other one is propping up my head.
On the plus side, I don't think I'll have any difficulty getting to sleep tonight. :P
Okay, let's try to put some order into this chaos:
Family front: had brunch with Maternal Unit and family friend, Christine. After initial mixup which made Maternal Unit go into Frenzied Passive-Aggressive Mode o' Death, I managed to smooth things over, picked up Christine and dropped her off at home to boot.
I lurve Christine. I must introduce her tofearsclave. She's his complete antithesis in so many ways, but I can't help but feel they would get along like a house on fire. (Shut up, firewillow ^_-). She's a bit older than him, I think, or maybe roughly the same age. She's a total woobie and absolutely frikking brilliant. Then again, her mother is the titulary of the UNESCO Chair of Philosophy, so it's hardly surprising.
Had yummy dinner with Parental Units of pasta with some form of green pesto. Really good. From local Italian market which makes all their pasta fresh on the spot. *dies in pasta-induced bliss*.
Conversation was rather strained as my father decided that he would "help" me organise my life, since I've been noodling about that lately. This essentially means that he spent nearly two hours lecturing me about stuff I had already known for a long time and acting as though he'd made water spring from the rocks with a tap of his staff. Oy. I got really annoyed with him, I'll admit, because it always feels like he thinks that I'm incapable of doing anything or thinking for myself. Not to mention that he repeats everything I say but in such a way that implies that I'm certifiable for even thinking it (like leaving Bell Mobility, which I swear to God he said twenty-seven times during the conversation).
I then applied my CBT techniques and felt marginally better. Reminded myself that he likely didn't mean things the way they sounded, that his approval was not the be-all and end-all of my existence, etc.
On the personal front:
Didn't sleep at all. Blast. Will be remedying that shortly.
Got my hair cut. Now when I look into the mirror an attractive stranger stares back at me. This attractive stranger has a dark brown bob (slightly feathred) with red highlights and really heavily accented blue eyes.
They made me pretty!
*preens*
firewillow, get your mind out of the gutter!) because the other one is propping up my head.On the plus side, I don't think I'll have any difficulty getting to sleep tonight. :P
Okay, let's try to put some order into this chaos:
Family front: had brunch with Maternal Unit and family friend, Christine. After initial mixup which made Maternal Unit go into Frenzied Passive-Aggressive Mode o' Death, I managed to smooth things over, picked up Christine and dropped her off at home to boot.
I lurve Christine. I must introduce her to
fearsclave. She's his complete antithesis in so many ways, but I can't help but feel they would get along like a house on fire. (Shut up, firewillow ^_-). She's a bit older than him, I think, or maybe roughly the same age. She's a total woobie and absolutely frikking brilliant. Then again, her mother is the titulary of the UNESCO Chair of Philosophy, so it's hardly surprising.Had yummy dinner with Parental Units of pasta with some form of green pesto. Really good. From local Italian market which makes all their pasta fresh on the spot. *dies in pasta-induced bliss*.
Conversation was rather strained as my father decided that he would "help" me organise my life, since I've been noodling about that lately. This essentially means that he spent nearly two hours lecturing me about stuff I had already known for a long time and acting as though he'd made water spring from the rocks with a tap of his staff. Oy. I got really annoyed with him, I'll admit, because it always feels like he thinks that I'm incapable of doing anything or thinking for myself. Not to mention that he repeats everything I say but in such a way that implies that I'm certifiable for even thinking it (like leaving Bell Mobility, which I swear to God he said twenty-seven times during the conversation).
I then applied my CBT techniques and felt marginally better. Reminded myself that he likely didn't mean things the way they sounded, that his approval was not the be-all and end-all of my existence, etc.
On the personal front:
Didn't sleep at all. Blast. Will be remedying that shortly.
Got my hair cut. Now when I look into the mirror an attractive stranger stares back at me. This attractive stranger has a dark brown bob (slightly feathred) with red highlights and really heavily accented blue eyes.
They made me pretty!
*preens*
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Date: 2003-01-09 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-09 09:47 pm (UTC)Very familiar territory for me as well.
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Date: 2003-01-10 05:51 am (UTC)I love you, always. We all screw up, we're human. It's human nature to seek acceptance and approval. Know that you'll always find those with me.
*nuzzles*