Friends 4ever

One of my good friends and her man are in Europe for the next ten days....I miss them. :-(

Working with geeks

Overheard today at work:

"It's a good song, it's just the lyrics that I don't really care for."

Need I say more?

I hate the pants that I'm wearing today

Sometimes you just feel stuck in life, like all you're doing is spending time going through the motions with no change, no dreams, and nothing to look forward to. I know we all go through these sort of life cycles, but all the raional in the world can't really make me not be in the muck of it right now.

I want to make a change, but I'm not sure how or what change to make exactly. There are times when I just want to say fuck it, pack up all my stuff and just go home and hide for awhile, burden my family for awhile, but then this intrinsic responsibility side kicks in and stops me. I hate that.

A friend of mine jokingly tells me "never happy" but maybe that is more true than I want to admit. I think sometimes I'd be happy if this or this or this, sometimes I do actually feel happy in a moment, and I can definately feel happy for others, but I rarely can say that I'm happy about many things or even sometimes a few things in my own life.

blah....this was all spurned by the fact that I really hate the pants I'm wearing today.

Into the woods

I called my father today and told him that I went camping last night. He got a good solid laugh on the phone for about 5 minutes. Not because I'm necessarily the girl who is too girly to go camping, but more because when I use to go camping with him I followed him around the tent with a dustbuster. Hey I was 10 what did you want from me? I had to entertain myself somehow. :-) So yea I went camping this weekend, and you know it was fun. It was nice to do something just completely different from the norm and out of my element. I met up with my friend Jake and we hiked out into a Massachusetts state forest near where his parents live. We hiked only about 2 miles with a day's worth of food and water, our sleeping bags and a tent. We built a fire and roasted hot dogs and marshmellows. It hasn't been since I was a child that I had done all of that. Jake told campfire stories about bigfoot and what they call "har" up here. Basically a bigfoot type creature that runs around screaming "haaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrr!" So many things I could say to this, but really is it necessary, ya'll can use your imagination. :-)

Of course the next morning I kinda realized why it has been so long, as my entire body was sore from laying on the ground, not too mention I forgot how incredibly cold about 40 degree weather is when you're sleeping out in it :-). The best thing about camping I was reminded of was coming home and taking a shower and a nap in my own bed. I don't know how people did it during the great move west, sleeping on the ground from place to place, I'm sure their bodies were much more adjusted. As my father told me "we've grown soft." Soft or not I still had a great time, and another memory has been created.