It's a Won-der-ful Liiiiiiife! (Insert Music Note Symbol Here)

In Baltimore- proof that there is a part of town which at least masquerades as the same kind of atmosphere that Silver Spring is set up to achieve..I don't much care for Silver Spring anymore, but, I have to say, I kind of like it here. The streets are wide, the people are friendly, there are restaurants everywhere (and not chains!) I like that there are tall buildings, (to be expected) but, from a pretty good part of this whole place, you can still see the sky and feel the sun on your skin.

I know it's Baltimore, and I'm never going out after dark, but something here does have an appeal that is hard to describe, and harder to find in the places I've been (or, maybe, perhaps, the entirety of Maryland and the states around it). Shops, museums, old architecture meshing with new buildings, ones with bright, high ceiling-ed interiors and high, polished glass windows. The ground beneath you is always either brick or cobblestone- and not 'finished', ultra smooth 'brick' that Silver Spring ingeniously decided to pave their walkways with (which is a deathtrap, by the way), but actual rather rough textured brick- the kind that holds onto the sun's rays and, you just know would feel warm beneath your bare feet-or sandals, because, again, it's Baltimore.

Can't decide what to do today...I wish I knew exactly what shops and stuff were around, since I need a new purse & wallet..

Aimless: Good or Bad?

Yesterday was hard; but today seems better. Actually, it's funny- I think that it tends toward the ridiculous how we grow up learning to classify, at the end of the day, whether it was 'good' or 'bad'.. Thinking about it, I know that, especially lately, I've realized that I classify my day out of habit, but the truth is, it's not accurate to say it was just 'good or bad', because every day has ups and downs.

Also, I wish there was a fun, interactive software to get your goals and whatnot in line... Like, something with pretty colors and graphics, easily maneuverable, simple but intuitive...

Oh well. Guess I'm still a kid at heart, always dreaming!!

Nivea is Gummy..No, That's a Stupid Post Title...

So, not that I've drastically changed overnight or anything, but I am now officially 21 years old. As I sat here waiting for job calls, I began to look around and developed what I can only describe as a twitch... See, I'm spending my birthday in this room, and it's ridiculously filthy right now. I mean, gross beyond reason. So, I started working. Now everything's progressing- the garbage, I think, is mostly accounted for, and the bathroom is certainly on it's way.. Buuttt... there's so much stuff! And a lot of it isn't mine!! Well, damn...

Also, there are, well, a LOT of spots on the bathroom mirror...It's driving me a little bonkers..

Oh! I just remembered that my friend has Windex! Ha! Take that, bathroom mirror!
Also, I keep wondering, how exactly you're supposed to go about getting a shower curtain clean...

Probably I'll post later.

Take That, Stupid Vague Time Formats...

Figures that it'd take me at least 3 years and two different blogs to sit down and figure out the time settings so that my posts actually appear with the correct time stamped at the bottom. But yay, mission finally accomplished!

Okay, so, feeling a bit silly about my job lately-- it just seems a bit of a joke, but that's mainly because I think it's just supposed to be something extra, you know? Bottom line, though, I've been working there for--I think--a month? Maybe three weeks, maybe 5 weeks? I'm not sure (yay for knowing where I am!) But I've logged a total of--something a little more than 500 minutes of work time...Even though I'm on phone from 9 or 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. I get paid by the minute, even though the rate is $15 an hour, so, do the math, guys: what's roughly 520 divided by 60?
Now multiply that by 15...?
Not a whole lot of cash for a month, hmm?
So you see why I might feel like a bit of a loser? Not a loser, but more like I have the dedication for something much more involved than this has turned out to be?
My boss says that soon I'll be performing tasks which will be paid in hourly chunks. I look forward to that, so I guess I'm just hanging on until I can move up the ladder as far as responsibilities go.

Okay, hmmm..stuff to do:

Figure out whether I'm actually making food tonight, which means that I need to check the english muffins to see whether they've begun their decent into madness (wrong word, right? argh), and contemplate being proactive and hauling butt to the grocery store this afternoon to get some hamburger meat and cheese... Also need to make a decision on funds, since I need to know how much I have to last me until I get back, since I have no idea what the situation is at home...
Need to do laundry (again)
Shower (again)
Exercise (a necessary thing, but not used to it yet)
Get best friend/ temporary host/roommate/ housemate to do the dishes he said he'd do about 4 days ago.
Also work into funds/ money situation the fact that my --a girl who paid for me a lot because she insisted and I was broke and whatever (since recent incidents, I'm not sure we're friends anymore, but not by my choice) needs some cash, and since I said that I'd like to reimburse her for all those times, she's calling it in. I'm happy to do this- I want to, I just wish that my finances were more stable (and substantial) so I could go 'Here you go! Here's a big chunk of change that will help you and ease my conscience because I've felt really terrible about you covering me!' I'm honestly not sure what I can give her...

Still wanting my nap.
Tired...
Maybe I'll shower first
and then, be all clean and sleepy and slide under covers...
And then be awake again. Such is life.

What's Bob Got to Do With It?

Alright, so my first post had a potentially interesting title, which turned out to be misleading, but the fact is, I started that post with some intention to work in a tidbit about my past, but it just didn't happen (at least, not the one relevant to the title).
So, screw it, from now on I may or may not be implementing a rule that the title has nothing to do with the underlying post, just to dispel any expectations you may have as to my thought process being organized in any way.

By the way, Bob is a super zombie--or...Vampire? Trapped in a plane since world war II, I think, and got all mad, (and more powerful...). It's a web comic my best friend told me about. I'm not sure what it is. Never read it, but for some reason, Bob has stayed with me--or, at least, my adaptation(s) of Bob, which amuse me greatly.

Wish there was some place on here I could answer questions about myself (I know, ego, ego, ego..)
But I guess that blogspot isn't that type of thing (something to maybe be happy with them for, when I don't feel the excessive need to tell bits and pieces of my life story or (screw that) what makes me tick.
Look, it's not like I think I'm all that great or fascinating. It's more like, if I get it down in words, maybe I'll be a little more sure of what the hell I'm all about at the end. Think of it as exploring my own subconscious.
Or, maybe spring cleaning.
Look, think of it however you want to think of it, just don't peg me as a dick, and, for God's sake, wipe that look off your face.

One Of These Days, I'll Be on A Library Wall

Ever meet those people who have a random idea and run with it, whole heartedly, right up until they hit an obstacle, and then drop whatever it was, throwing up their hands in frustration or genuine despair, before moving away from it? I suppose I'm one of those people; at least some of the time.

The hard thing about starting this blog is knowing that in the past, I haven't been very good about sticking with this type of thing- and that was back when I actually had some sort of creative voice! And maybe I do have that, still, but for the life of me, I have no idea where I'm keeping it.
It's not like I haven't done this type of thing before- the truth is, ever since I started using the internet, I've left a trail of short-lived self expression behind me- a list of blogs and personal accounts which dates back years; following me through my adolescence, up until just this very moment. I'm not sure if they qualify as skeletons in the closet, but they're out there. And as much as I tell myself that I need to not be bothered by the past, I can't help but be aware of their presence. The whimsical side of me is thinking that, if I were to describe the feeling I'm getting thinking of them, it would be of them whispering, softly, and close together (but not in perfect synchronization; they aren't all that closely connected) "You didn't finish us."

And that's true. I wandered away. I stopped caring, I convinced myself that it didn't matter what I put up because noone was reading it, or maybe (actually, in a few cases, definately) I started a blog with some grand purpose or something in mind, which petered out, as most hasty grand purposes tend to do, when you lack the wherewithal to run with them.

I can't promise that this one will be any different, but I intend to try. And maybe, because God knows I have enough questions blowing around my head to drive anyone up the wall, I will end up turning to this blog for awhile- if only to get these questions out somewhere.

So, that's all for now, I think.. I've been into napping for the first time in my life, and I can hardly keep my eyes open for some reason.. It's always around 1 o'clock, too..

I think maybe I'm going to look up some 'prompt' questions or whatever you want to call them, for later today..

Oh, by the way, internet--tomorrow is my 21st birthday.
Just felt like putting that out there, too.

Bye for now, for lack of a better sign off (mental note, try to think of one of those, too).

Toodles. (I wish there was something more powerful than a period, but with less of an air of enthusiasm compared to an exclamation point, but, alas, there seems to be nothing out there like that, so there we are.)