Bate, bate.

Uno, dos, tres, cho- Uno, dos, tres, co- Uno, dos, tres, la- Uno, dos, tres, te. Bate, bate, cho-co-la-te!

Things are still stirring. They’re no longer in a really-overwhelming state of constant extreme turmoil/upheaval/explosion, but they’re definitely still shifting around. I’m still experiencing things that throw me ever-so-slightly off of my stride, that require me to make those little adjustments on-the-spot that will eventually become habit. I could totally both whine a whole lot about that and blow my wad prematurely regarding a potentially-really-neat stirring, but I’m sure that you’re sick of the former and I’m still holding out on the latter. Therefore, instead, it’s gender-rambling time! [Because somehow there's not enough of that on here. Or whatever.] [Also, salient/pertinent things kept happening as I delayed publishing this post, which explains the length.]

Upheaval.

I never experienced the veracity of the saying “bad things come in threes” until just recently. Glynn and Dr. Hime were far enough away from Vinny that I didn’t count them as three; instead, it was two and one. My previous breakups were usually all by their onesies, though I think one might’ve been accompanied by a short illness around the same time.

This time, I think I understand. While it isn’t three “bad things”, per se, it is three major stressors all colliding at once and running me down like a string of defensive linemen [I'm not much of a football fan, so I hope that analogy holds]. Work has been difficult in ways that I didn’t plan for it to be, as well as in the ways I did make mental preparations for. Sister just left for college. A relationship I was in just ended [or, if we want to get all metaphysical, changed forms/energies].

México.

I got back from our family’s vacation a couple of weeks ago, and have been meaning to ramble about it for a while here. We went to Cozumel for a week of diving and other topside adventures, which was exciting. It was quite an experience.

Spring Break Update.

As I enter this Spring Break, this last prolonged duty-shirking free week in my forseeable future, I find myself floundering. My friends are all off to their various engagements; long nights of drunken relaxation, long days of excited bonding time, and hours and hours and hours without communication. All of this leaves me with a case of The Blahs.

Crafting Update, and Sister’s Birthday.

Don’t get used to this. This… posting so frequently. I have about a week of unmitigated boredom left for me, if I reserve everything I need to do for the week after. I still have to schlep a bunch of crap [clothing, my shelving unit and pretty much everything on it, and my bike] up to campus, and make my room livable. Maybe I could, I don’t know, clean my car in the intervening week.

That Day.

The day that spawned a month of rampant consumerism that left one bix-box employee dead and has probably psychologically traumatized scores of parents and children is almost over. And it was honestly a pretty good day.

Meme Day Five.

Meme Day Five:

01) Finishing off most of my Christmas activities. 02) Finding out that I only had one more chord to teach myself to finish “Sing” [Dresden Dolls]. 03) Teaching myself that chord. 04) Sartorial expeditions.

Stretch.

…that’s what today is, at least to complete The Meme.

Keeping On.

Today explodes my happiness meme.

Oversocialization [Almost].

I was tagged by a wonderful friend of mine, Dumpster Mouse, for a “Happiness Meme”. I figured that I might as well try this thing out, since at worst it can leave me wherever I started. At best it can make me feel better.