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If there's one thing the whole condo buying experience has taught me, it's that I have little to no decision making skills in relation to some things. What I want versus what I can have, or something in between. What I really want is a home worthy of the Extreme Homes show, but that will be a long time in coming, if ever. There are too many other things that I also prioritize. And maybe that's the problem, I have no rank of priorities. Everything just seems important, or not important at all. There's no order.

Went to look at flooring. Not a good thing. I can picture liking many of them, most of them expensive. But trying to picture them in the condo is not as easy as I'd thought. What is the overall look I want? Hard to say. You know why??? Because I like a variety of stuff and have no decision making skills!!! At the moment, I'm leaning towards real wood, bamboo flooring. It's pretty funky looking. But then there's the other, more price conscious part of my brain saying, "idiot! shut up and get the damn laminate flooring!!!" It's very tiresome. I think I'm going to stop thinking about it until after I actually own the place and have ripped the rug up and painted. Yeah, that's it.

Oh, and my damn bag snagged my shirt with it's evil velcro things. It's not right! I love the bag, but the velcro is pissing me off bigtime. I actually bought another bag, but this one is water resistant, and since we seem to be in the deluge, I've kept using it. MEH!!!

I'd just like to pimp this entry, innle posted lyrics to my favorite song... http://www.livejournal.com/users/innle/95934.html?view=237502#t237502

If knowing is half the battle, what's the other half?

Okay, everybody cross your fingers for astrophysicat because she's defending her thesis thingy today!!! Wish her luck! Freaky, she's going to be Dr. xxxxx after this. I'd better go scam some champagne off the guys at the liquor store...

I have nothing truly interesting to say... I'm up too late, I'm all soft and ready for bed, but wound a bit too tight to really sleep for no good reason. I know I'll be hating myself for it in the morning though. A lot.

Work was alright, I worked late, but I may have managed to be productive, which is kind of surprising. I also fixed a problem that didn't really involve me, but that I could figure out more quickly than the people it did directly involve. And that was a cool feeling, even if it was seemingly useless from a job description sort of thing. I like being useful.

So I'm torn between wanting to see and hang out with my friends all the time and wanting to hide in my house by myself and pretend the world isn't there. And really, the hiding thing only occurs to me when I wake up and don't want to get out of bed, for the most part. But also I keep wondering about my friends, about whether or not I actually have things in common with many of them, or if it's just the weight of years and all the past that draws us together. Does that ever get to a point where it just doesn't make sense? Maybe I'm looking for a deeper connection occasionally that just isn't there. Maybe I really have more in common than I think. Maybe I'm just overanalyzing it in my overtired state.

So anyway, I've been reading 'A Kiss of Shadows' on the bus to work lately (kindly lent to me by jennywrenn). Faerie porn!!! So some guy sitting next to me was trying to read it without looking like he was trying to read it the other day. It was in the middle of a sex scene (though not one with the word 'tentacles' in it), and I noticed the guy looking, so I shifted the book, tilted it slightly away, and he tried to shift with it. And that was just odd, I'm sitting there thinking, "okay, this guy is trying to read my faerie porn, should I make it easier for him? or should I pretend I haven't noticed and keep reading?" Luckily the next stop was his, so I didn't have to ponder too long.

And I spend way too much time thinking about flooring for the new place. I hate having to consider options, decision making is annoying. I want to be a sheep and follow my flock. I'd like my flock to provide for me and have nice hardwood flooring though.

I really want to go surf kayaking soon. Actually, I really want to go tomorrow (or would that be today), but reality is something i have to keep in mind here. Maybe soon. Hopefully. Really.

Look! dangerdean sent me a new icon!!! I knew you'd appreciate it!

If I have to hear 'copacabana' from my boss's office again (twice in two days!!!), I may have to kill. Whether it'll be me or someone else is up for debate. Ooh! Maybe I should make another poll! Okay, maybe not. I mean, "me, my boss, my other boss for allowing this travesty, antipasta" are hardly good choices. Oh, better idea! You tell me who should die!

[Poll #137055]

Now to get back to the evilness that is called work.

I've heard it said that everyone considers themselves to be a hero in their own mind. The noble hero or underdog in their own private universe. And I've been thinking about it and wondering. So what do you think? Are you a hero or a villain or something else entirely? Discuss.

[Poll #136420]

Just go read this, it's really short. http://www.cnn.com/2003/US/Northeast/05/15/faa.ny.overflights/index.html

Then explain to me how anyone thought it would be okay. No, really. Yesterday people working at the World Financial Center in NYC RAN OUT INTO THE STREET BECAUSE A PLANE CIRCLED THEIR BUILDING!!!! (I should point out, that isn't *exactly* what the article said, that's what the people standing in the street said) Need to revisit your post traumatic stress syndrome? More counseling anyone? I would've left the building and not gone back all day, thanks. So then yesterday afternoon I searched news sites to see what exactly was going on. But there weren't any reports then. Interesting, thought I.

You know, standing on the corner that once was across from the towers, people occasionally talk about when they fell, because, well, every day you're standing across from a big hole in the ground with tourists clustered around it, the subject does come up. It just does. Sometimes it's weird and uncomfortable, usually it's just neutral. Yesterday though, oh, it was something else entirely. Fuckwhores.

I think that they should give reading comprehension refresher classes every so often at my work. Perhaps it would make my life easier. Perhaps I wouldn't have to repeat info to people who should already know it. Perhaps.

I wish they had zorbing in the US.