Dawn's Digression.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
I had the opportunity to upload a few pictures last night. Not too many. This is me at the Log Cabin Village in front of the Shaw Mill. I really didn't want my picture taken, but Michele insisted, and really it isn't all that bad.
This is a bridge in the Japanese Gardens. Michele took several pictures of me on this bridge, but I happen to think the bridge looks just fine alone. I would love to go back to the gardens in a couple of months when everything is in full bloom. Preferably on a weekday, when no one else is there.
Michele got such a kick out of feeding the fish. Some of them would let you get close enough to drop the food right in their mouths. Of course, this wasn't enough for her, and every now and again she would feel the need to 'pet' a fish, causing said fish to freak its shit and splash us.
I painted my nails last night, and I'm not going to lie to you...it's ugly. I like the color of this nail polish, but it doesn't go on well. Maybe it is because it is that quick drying stuff. Maybe I should order some Avon nail polish from myself. I've been trying to not look at my hands today. Ick.
I've been taking The Hours to the gym with me to read while I'm on the death machine. I just haven't had the will/desire to read at home. I'm not as engrossed in the book as I would like to be. I simply do not have the attention span. I hate that I can't read and think about what I read like others. It goes in, and passes right back out. I don't think about what everything means. I take it at face value too often.
I'm also reading something called (I can't remember the exact title) I Don't Know What To Say: How to Communicate with Someone Who Is Dying. Something like that. I only read a couple of pages per day. That is some pretty heavy reading. Also, I'm not really getting to see Granny all that much, so I don't know how much of that information I need or will be helpful.
I am very excited to be going to the Melissa Ferrick concert tonight. I missed her last year because she went on too late on a Sunday night. I hate leaving the house on weeknights. Which reminds me... I am still thinking about whether or not I should be more involved outside my home. And, honestly, I really enjoy being home. My hobbies are chatting with my friends, playing on the internet, writing, and reading. The thought of spending more time away from home does not appeal to me right now. But it's interesting how we apply to others what makes us feel good. I'll continue to take the comment under advisement. And if I find something that strikes my fancy, I'll go for it. But nothing has really encouraged me being social in a long time.
Speaking of being lazy and anti-social, I am so over soccer. I'm sure I just feel that way because I've been out of it for a couple of weeks. I have had fun each time I've gone to play. I think it is the whole commitment issue. I don't want to commit myself to being at a game every Friday, softball on every Sunday, and I'm going to have to go and see my grandmother on Saturdays. I cannot stand to have plans that often. What this means is that I will not meet my friends for anything. Because I'll be wanting time at home. That's not good. Really, I think I'm just wimping out, as I always do. I never stick with anything. Probably one of my least attractive personality traits.
Dawn, 10:59 AM
