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I am so bored lately. I find myself sitting around. wandering the small apartment as if something exciting will happen. I have become boring. Nothing excites me the way it used to. My computer holds my interest only if and when my fav bloggers have graced the web with a new post that is interesting. Even then it doesn't always entertain me now. I used to play games for hours. Literally. I would wake up, game, eat, game, insert daily life things, game.

Now I don;t even want to play. I have closed down all but one or two of my accounts. Even REAL LIFE is a bore. We went to the movies today and I found myself unable to do something as simple as recalling facts from the book the movie was based on. What is wrong with me>?!?!?! I make these plans, get up and get dressed every day only to disappoint myself. I sit at home until he gets here and sometimes we go out. Usually out means getting to thew laundry until we get out washer and dryer, or going to: the book store, the grocery store, the other book store, walmart, target or old navy. Then we go home. Once a week we go out to eat. Glen drinks a beer or two and we go home. We sit on the couch in silence watching tv and or reading a book. Or we do what we are doing at this moment. We sit at our desks, his in the living room, mine in the bedroom and type. Lord knows what he does, I sit here and type, or surf the web in hopes of new excitement. Not likely.

I'm not unhappy with HIM, I'm more unhappy with me. I feel unmotivated, fat, lazy and depressed. I can't seem to get the job, the school anything. Fuck.

Anywho. Excuse my pity party tonight. I'm a little down with the weather. I had a fun day planned. We would take a drive to one of the state parks, hop on a ferry and go to some gorgeous beach area. We might swim, or just hangout. I thought the outdoorsy thing would be fun. I planned a picnic. Subs, macaroni and potato salad. Yum. Frozen bottles of water and juice to take the edge off the heat. I even bought a new swim suit. And we woke up to pouring rain. Every day it's upper 90's and sunny enough to be too hot. The ONE time I plan to do something. Plan. I mean PLAN. It rains. It rained all day, until after 5 when it was too late to catch a ferry or enjoy the picnic. We went to a movie and ate out picnic food at home on the couch. Because we don;t have a table yet. HA. Maybe tomorrow will hold something interesting.

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Things I've Learned..

Since my move:

1. Shower Curtains: After 15 years of having shower doors I have lost the ability to understand shower curtains. The repeated air billowing that causes my curtains to puff up drives me insane. Different Heights, Different sizes... does not matter. After a week of repeated 'Psycho' movie references I am almost willing to pay for doors.

2. STUFF: Just because I don't have a lot of stuff, does not mean he doesn't. I MOVED with all my things including most of the kitchen stuff, in my one car. His stuff took 4 car trips, multiple boxes and half of my living room floor at the moment.

3. Human interaction: NEED. A week at home is driving me mad. My only human interaction consists of the creepy old man at the laundry, a talkative neighbor who chain smokes and G. I find myself wandering around the stoop in hopes someone will stop and talk to me. I consider going to the grocery store just to be near someone. I leave the tv on all day to hear noise.

4. Food Prep: Getting used to a new kitchen lay out is hard. Getting used to cooking all the meals is harder. Aside from a lunch or two G has cooked I do it all. I find myself skipping breakfast because I can not stand to be in the kitchen.

4.5. Weight Gain: With the cooking falling on me and the limited food budget I have to get crafty. G who could live on steak and potatoes swears I am making him fat. However having a limited food supply added to a picky eater,makes for complicated meal planning. I try to add things to the list as needed, and we sit down to make a meal plan for the week (which makes a shopping list easier!) He has yet to complain about the food. It is only after when his pants are tight that he complains. UGH.

5. Age: I find the age card dropped a lot. I feel like we got shoved into the old people section of our neighborhood. I have seen a ton of younger folks on the other side of the complex, however, our side seems to be inhabited by 45+

6. Decorating: We have similar tastes which is good. We both enjoy being crafty and agree that making decorations would be fun and cheaper. We also seem to lack focus, a work station, or a concrete idea of what we want. Bits and pieces are all around but have no focus.

7. Our Wedding: For whatever reason my 'girl switch' seems to have been flipped. During boring moments I have acquired a hefty amount of DIY wedding ideas, bridal dress sites. and OMG. there is so much. I wish i had help with this...

8. BUGS: Nuf said.

9. My hippie ways: For some reason I find myself abhorring bra's. I have worn a bra all of 7-8 times in the past 3 weeks. WTF is that?! I crave flowing fabric, dark colors, and sandals. I hate jeans, tight items, and confining bra's. I also seem to be letting my hair flow free. Less tight pony tails. I have not touched a brush, blow dryer or straightener in months. WOW.


I am SURE there is more, but my poor head is lost.

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