I can’t remember how I found this site but that’s the very reason I registered on it. Luminosity.com tag line is ‘reclaim your brain’.
My memory has been failing me every since I can remember. Although I was excellent at the ‘memory’ game when I was little. I want it back. I played my first Luminosity game, Attention, and it was hard! But I’m going to keep going. That’s right brain, I’m taking charge. Memory will be mine!
Did I mention that it’s kind of fun and you can challenge your friends?
Me: “Things (money) will be better when I get out of school.”
Grandpa: “When will that be?”
I was going to write about the squirrels I saw humping in my backyard but then I read that Heath Ledger died. Ok, I didn’t know the guy but he was a damned good actor and seemed kind of stable. He was 28 years old, people.
I complain about my life a lot but I’ve never wanted to take it away. It the masochist in me, perhaps. We all have a tendency to see the greener grass in someone else’s life and these highly publicized incidents help remind me that we are all fucked up to varying degrees. Life is hard.
and i have been up for an hour so i finally decided to get up out of bed. it’s cold and dark and i wish i was tired. is it called insomnia when you wake up at 3 or 4 in the morning and can’t go back to sleep…i’ll have to check the clinical definition.
this has been happening for months and i am constantly trying to figure out what the problem is. is it stress? is it that the bf snores sometimes? or that he crowds my sleep space? is it because i’m composing the poem in my head that i have to turn in to class on wednesday? is it because i’m analyzing the plot of the movie i watched before going to sleep? is it because i need more exercise? is it my diet? is it these questions going through my head that are keeping me awake? no. i’m just not tired.
the other answer could be that i’m getting old. i always wondered when it would happened. you know, that change in sleep patterns when old people get up at ridiculous hours of the morning and start vacumming. that might just be my grandpa.
i told myself that if it happened between 3 & 4, i’d pop a tylenol pm. but i don’t think i should take one after 4am. i don’t know. any thoughts, anyone?
Happy day, people! Though admittedly, I was scared that the cops were chasing some pyscho killer when I woke to a siren and a cop on his megaphone saying ’stop’ and I think ‘get out of the car’.
But no…they set up a speed trap and have been catching road racers all morning. This thrills me beyond belief because I’m getting old and I think speeding is dangerous. Especially when it’s in a residential neighborhood, the street has lots of curves, there is a junior high school, and when I have to pull in and out of my driveway with you inconsiderate *bleeps* on my ass.
Wheew, wheew, pull over. It’s music to my ears.
Well folks, in case you did not know, WordPress has a tracking system for their blogs. That means I can tell how many people have visited in a day and sometimes where they have came from. For example: if you have a wordpress blog and you are signed in, then decide to come visit me – I can see who you are. Sometimes I even get an email address from random people who have posted comments.
And a few times, I have seen something called “next”. At first I thought this was people working the Google on the Internet Machine looking for the tag ‘next’. But I never tag ‘next’ on my blogs.
Tonight, yes it’s Friday night and that’s a whole ‘nother blog, I decided to link back to a ‘next’. Who is ‘next’ you might be asking…I think ‘next’ is a feature of wordpress to explore other posts but who ‘next-ed’ me I’m hoping is not.
The blog title featured a foreign name with the subtext, “A Terrorist Blog”. The ‘blog’ consisted of links, no actually text, from what I could tell were in Arabic. My first thought was – is my government tracking this? Can they see that I linked to ‘a terrorist blog’? Will they come after me? This may sound alarmist to many but I don’t trust my free country and I have a past that although is not scandalous would not allow my future spouse to be a presidential candidate.
2nd thought was…what the f%$^&$#@! is this? Some kind of terrorist spam? I mean really, that’s what it looked like. And what does that even mean?
I met someone today whose hippy parents who gave her brother an Arabic name. Turns out he also has a private pilot’s license and, surprise, surprise, he was investigated recently.
I tend not to get too into politics but did anyone else hear that they are going to re-release Rambo in the theaters?
This may come off as abstract as a late Friday night post can, but, what the hell is going on? I never feel sure…
I hate running. It makes every part of my body hurt but sometimes I want to do it. I long to feel my heart clench, to hear my breath steady under the music from my iPod, to sweat, to feel like I’m going somewhere on my own two feet.
So on my first couple of visits to the gym, I ran. When I got home the second night my right leg hurt in a place I had never felt pain before. It was below the knee between the shin and some muscle. I massaged it and went back to the gym two days later. I warmed up by walking fast, then I turned up the speed and began to jog. A sharp pain went straight to previously mentioned area with emphasis on the knee.
I got off the machine immediately and went to the eliptical (sp?). Today I am limping. I will not run again. I’m kind of sad and happy at the same time.
Is it possible to pull a muscle in your stomach? Because I think I did that, too.
Moisture!
One of the main reasons I thought I would not like the Bay Area was the idea of constant rain and overcast-ness. I’m not sure if it’s from growing up in Hawaii or if it’s just me, but I need sun sun sun to remain sane sane sane. This is why we decided to live in Oakland as opposed to San Francisco. (That and more for your money re: apartments.) It’s generally sunnier here and warmer than across the Bay.
What I didn’t even think about before moving up here was how close I would be to the water. I’d been living inland for so long I forgot how nice it is to have some humidity in the air. (Again, a trait left over from islands?) Anyway, I’m loving the humidity especially because it’s not that warm here which keeps it from being the nasty New York City kind of hot and humid.
And look what it has done to my hair! I’m embracing the curl and loving it.
The boyfriend. We were watching a movie and I got up to use the restroom. While I was away he began to decorate the house plants with Christmas tree ornaments. I caught him in the act.
How can I not love living in Oakland with this man?
