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    Monday, July 31

     

    Three, two one, liftoff...

    Three days. Only three.

    3.

    My ecstatic feeling of delight has morphed into a sudden realization that I am in a total panic about Thursday. Panic. Fire in the disco. Electric Six songs are running through my head. Yes, please. Anything to suspend reality at least for a short time, please.

    Panic. Panic? No. Not panic. Worry. I'm hitting fucking Aristotle levels of worry here...All who come after me will know Lynnette, they will know my worry.

    I'm afraid of crying, I'm afraid of failing, of losing, of losing something which has become extremely valuable to me.

    Sunday, July 30

     
    You know something is up when it's a quarter of 8 in the morning, on a fucking Sunday, and you're ready to leave the house for the mall when that mall doesn't fucking open for four fucking hours!

    Shit.

    *waits*

     
    Wow. FOUR DAYS!

    Saturday, July 29

     
    Five days. 5.

    Friday, July 28

     
    The letter eludes me. It will be here tomorrow, it must be here tomorrow.

     
    This is going to be the longest 16 minutes of my life...

     
    Six days, bitches, six days. Six fucking days!!!

    Thursday, July 27

     
    My tits are happy today. I threw away the angry bra, bought some more. My feet are also thrilled to have a new home, black fucking heels; however my arches are nonplussed as they are about 4 inches tall.

     
    Seven days. One week from today. Next Thursday...

    Someone tell me why I keep buying black shoes? Please, someone. Tell. Me...

    SEVEN days!!

    Wednesday, July 26

     
    Eight fucking days!!

    Tuesday, July 25

     
    Fuck this mutherfucking bra. I hate it. I'm going to burn it. It's making me angry. A bra is making me fucking angry.

    Tuesday, July 11

     

    FB Rank 8 FTW, LOL!

    Last night I hit a new high in World of Warcraft geekiness. I actually sent this in a message to my friend Ron while we were playing: FB Rank 8 FTW LOL. Holy crap.

    (Frost Bolt Rank 8, for the win…gotta love it.)

    Oddly enough I’m quite content to spend my evenings on WoW. I don’t watch reality television, I’m not wasting my time/energy/liver in a bar, and I’m not driving around wasting gasoline.

    So, WoW FTW!!

    Friday, July 7

     

    Myspace

    So now I remember why I left myspace in the first place...

    I come home, shower while dinner is cooking, then check myspace for new messages/comments. I get a message out of the blue from some guy who lives IN my town, which says, and I quote:

    "I WANA EAT THAT PUS GIRL!! HOLLA!!"

    No joke.

    I'm sure he does, too. That's the kind of quality person I want to meet online. Pfft.

     
    So. I have discovered that I'm either developing pressure headaches due to the weather as I grow older, or I'm extremely stressed out. Granted, with everything that transpired in my life recently I would guess the latter rather than the former.

    Headaches. Who would have thought _friends_ could give one headaches? Work, friends, home, money. Stress, stress, stress. My face is showing it, I look pale, I'm broken out, I'm tired all the time.

    I'm definitely not getting enough protein. Definitely not. Tonight I make chili for dinner and say fuck all else.

    ...need to stay positive, need to stay confident, need to remember that I am an intelligent attractive woman. Why, dear christ WHY is that so difficult for me to remember?!

    Thursday, July 6

     
    Can I go home now?

    I'll probably call in sick on a Friday when I'm planning on heading up to Atlanta to see the whale sharks at the aquarium. Yep. That's a sick day worth taking.

    Don't want to be at work today...but then again, when DO I?

    Wednesday, July 5

     

    Rules for dating Nettie...

    Answer to the following questions must be NO:

    Are you married?
    Do you have children?
    Do you own fake vomit?
    Are you an alcoholic?
    Do you lack goals and/or direction in your life?
    Are you immature?


    Answer to the following questions must be YES:
    Do you love life?
    Do you love yourself?
    Are you capable of loving another person deeply?
    Do you enjoy sex?
    Do you like to travel?
    Are you financially stable?
    Are you emotionally stable?
    Are you comfortable in a debate?

    I really don't think that's too much to ask for, if you want to find exactly what you want in life.

    Tuesday, July 4

     
    These are the black patent mary jane heels that I bought yesterday.
    No, these are not my legs (mine are better).
    No, I probably would not wear that outfit...well, it depends.

     

    Lowry Park Zoo, Clearwater Marine Aquarium, and storms!

    Sunday I went to the Lowry Park Zoo with two ladies from work. I expected a half-ass, children's-size zoo and was pleasantly surprised to find a very interactive, educational and rewarding experience. The weather was predicted at only 30% showers, but by the time we made it to the stingray exhibit the crystal blue skies had morphed into black, dense storm clouds that opened up and POURED for close to an hour. We didn't mind, just sat back, watched the stingrays and chatted under the tiny awning, trying to stay mostly dry. The three of us also bought frozen shrimps and little fish to feed the stingrays, which I had never had the opportunity to do before. You pinch the food in between your fingers and place your hand flat on the bottom of the tank...they just float over your hand and voooooosh, suck the food up like a vacuum. It was the weirdest feeling...

    After the rain let up we continued on to the aquarium and gawked at the manatees for what seemed like an eternity. Then we noted that some guy who was carrying around a massive camera and tripod must have been trying to over-compensate for something else he was missing, or perhaps just felt a bit "small". Then we likened the camera to sports cars, like Corvettes, and coined the term "Compensation Boy" for those guys who compensate for what they're lacking. Just as we were about to leave the sky opened up a second time and ended up raining for the rest of the day. It was perfect timing to a wonderful day.

    And guess what? It's true what they say about men who own flashy sports cars. They are making up for what they're missing. Sadly, it's very true.

    LAST night I made it to the Clearwater Marine Aquarium for my volunteer orientation meeting. It actually renewed my sense of hope in moving my life down here, starting over, and going back to school this fall. I feel more confident now in my choice to change my lifestyle than I have in recent months. There is no way I could have gotten to the point that I am right now in my life unless I was completely alone. So, actually I'm glad things worked out the way they did.

    I don't need any distractions, relationship troubles, or Compensation Boys to cloud up my days. School, volunteering, and of course WoW on the side is enough to keep this gal busy for quite some time.

    Happy Fourt of July everyone. I celebrate my independence today more than ever.