Street Smarts: NOT My Forte

So I drove from Ames up to Duluth, MN yesterday, it was about a 5 hour drive, which I made alone. Somewhere north of Minneapolis, I stopped to get gas, during which I was greeted by a complete stranger who walked up to me and held the following conversation:

Him: "Do you feel blessed?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Him: "Do you feel blessed? Are you a christian that has accepted Jesus into your life?"
Me: "...not particularly..."
Him: "Hm...do you read the bible?"
Me: "Occasionally..."
Him: "Do you feel yourself prepared for the end, which will be coming soon? Are your actions that of a good person?"
Me: "...I do my best, I think people should try to be good."
Him: "Do you go to church?"
Me: "...not really..."
Him: "You should stop by my church sometime."
Me: "Actually I'm from out of town, I live quite a ways away."
Him: "You should find a seven day adventist church near you, then, and go."
Me: "...I'll look into it."
Him: "May you know peace" (makes open-armed hugging gesture)
Me: (...hugs back?!)
Him: "Have a good day."
Me: "You too."
(he walks away)

It's a miracle I've survived this long. The strange thing was, aside from the strong christian thing, he just seemed like this really nice, polite, kind man that was just trying to do what he believed was the right, good thing to do - save people. I suppose that could have been the trap though, eh? Fortunately it was the middle of the afternoon and there were some people around. Lord knows *I* didn't act in any kind of pro-self-preservational way. =\

Some More Stuff

So I've been working from home lately to try to be as productive and focused as possible to get as much as possible done for this really complicated project due Monday. Laurence came by after he got done with work today, and he was like "how are you?" and I was like "I had a good day, I got so much stuff done" And he was like "You are amazing. You are like the textbook definition of an introvert: 'I spent the entire day without seeing a single person - I'm the happiest girl in the world!'"

I do like being at work with work people, they're fun people. Just...not when I'm trying to concentrate on something really difficult. :)

We went to Sarah and Tim's "rehearsal" dinner tonight, it was good times. Their wedding is tomorrow night, I think I will wear by grayish pinkish gap dress. And I will definitely remember to bring my camera, because I forgot it tonight and that made me sad. :(

We had this waiter who addressed the female members of our party as "milady." I hope they gave him an extremely large tip. :)

Laurence fixed my dryer by pulling off the broken "on" dial-knob thing, then pulling off the one from the timer, putting it on the "on" place and turning it. He's smart. :) Now I can...do...laundry...again. Boo!

Last night I had a dream that Sarah B and I were hanging out reading or eating or something on beach towels in this big yard, and she was like "I just don't understand why you're living in that one small room of your enormous house." I looked over, and we were in the yard of this house that used to be down the street from ours. I was like "oh...yeah...wow, I guess I *should* move into the master bedroom at least." So we went inside and started moving all my stuff from the small room to the *enormous* master bedroom. Then (still in the dream) I went over to Laurence's new apartment, which was on the ground floor at the end of a building that seemed to be sinking into the swampy ground. One corner of the apartment was at the bottom of a 2 foot slant from the other corner, and it was like the swamp outside had seeped into the place. I said something about how his apartment was "sinky" or something and he got upset, then I tried to apologize because I hadn't meant anything bad by it.

Random Thoughts I'd Like To Write Down

When my mom got remarried and moved out of our old house, she left it quasi-vacant for several months. Then one day seemingly out of the blue, I get this voicemail that she's moving everything out of the house, and if there's anything I want of my old stuff, I have until tomorrow to come get it or it will be put into storage/sold. Naturally, it's hard to find people to help haul out large bookcases, my piano and stuff on short notice, and I wasn't speaking to her at the time, so I just sort of bit the bullet, fumed at home, and let it all go. I have since come to regret this, because I lost a lot of CDs and furniture and stuff. A couple weeks ago I re-purchased the Return of the Jedi soundtrack off iTunes, and just re-bought Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence because I've had the Glass Prison song stuck in my head for a while, and it's album-only. It sucks having to re-buy things you already owned.

I had a dream the other night that I had to go work at Boston Market again, only this time instead of being a server, they made me work in the back steaming things because I was old enough and didn't have enough charisma to work up front. =\

Then last night I had this dream that for some reason I had to go live with my mom and the guy she married at "their" house. They were out somewhere, and I was really bored, so I started looking for a leash so I could take my cat on a walk (ha). While looking, I noticed on my computer screen that one of my WoW mods had popped up a window notifying me that someone had ordered a pizza. I was like "wow, I didn't even know I *had* that mod."

I need to get new tires, but it's going to cost at *least* $300, and I was hoping to maybe buy Nelson's laptop, but that $300 would make that hurt.

My grandma in duluth, they tell me, is not faring too well lately, and isn't expected to live very long. I wish that I had been nicer to her.

After running this morning, I weighed myself. You'd think after 7 weeks of running 4-5 days a week for 30-45 minutes I'd be making progress in the whole maybe losing a couple pounds area. But no, I haven't lost a single pound...until this morning. I'm down *one* pound. I'm still waiting to see if it's a fluke or not. I guess it would be some kind of progress...I spent 5 years gaining 15 pounds, if I lose a pound every two months that's at least faster than I seem to be gaining it. =\ I know I'm not fat or anything, I just don't want my tummy to look like a waterbed when I poke it. :(

Man, I forgot how much I like this song.

Today after work it was super nice and warm out, even though it was really humid. But it felt nice after being stuck in a freezer-like air conditioned office all day. So I got in my car, put the top down, got on highway 69 and just started driving north. Eventually, around Story City or so ("hey Tim, I accidentally drove past your house") I decided to turn around and take i-35 back. As soon as I got on the interstate, I looked up and there was this *enormous* dark storm cloud looming over Ames that I swear wasn't there before. I was like "I'm sure it's too far away for me to drive through," but I misjudged, because right before the 13th street exit it started *pouring* rain down on me and my car. I finally made it to the exit and pulled over to put the top up, but not before I had gotten soaked. I never felt so alive. XD

I really don't know where my life is going these days. I mean I keep going to work and trying to pay off my debt to end my indentured servitude and all, but I have absolutely no goals beyond "make it to the weekend to play wow, and maybe try to go on vacation or something sometime." It's like I just don't know what I want anymore, let alone how to pursue it. That's probably a problem. There's just *so* many possibilities in the world, I don't even know where to start thinking about it, so I never do. It just seems like the things I do vaguely, somehow want seem like they eternally conflict with the whole "have a steady full-time job" thing. But that's not really something I can help, unless I win the lottery or something. I mean I gotta eat and live somewhere, right? =|

Sometimes I feel like I need to just disappear and completely start over somewhere else, because I just made a mess out of everything and no matter how I hard I try, it's never going to change. Like I'm "successful" but I'm not *successful*.

I think I might want this shirt. :D

I wish I could be less of a melodramatic drama queen, but it doesn't seem to be something I can control. I also wish I had less...addictive...tendencies. They seem to plague me.

I took a really funny picture of Ken today, it made him laugh a lot, I'm glad I was able to do *something* remotely positive today. :)

Anyway, that's some stuff I thought about today. Maybe I think too much.