I had a momentary freak out earlier when I thought that I deleted everything from my manually-synced iPod. Everything now seems to be in good working order. Thank God.
I will not be making a New Year's Resolution for 2009 because I don't believe in giving myself false hope so early into the year, but I have decided that after I get my drink on on the 31st that I am going to do a juice fast. Here's hoping I lose ten pounds in January!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Friendship, friendship. Just the perfect blendship.
Dictionary.com defines "friend" as such:
1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
2. a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter
3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile
But to what end does one remain a friend? I've been wondering that a lot lately. Certainly there are circumstances (like a job, specifically) that create friendships only to have them dissipate shortly thereafter thanks to departures. I know I've gained a lot of friends through the jobs I've had. Looking back, though, of all of the friends I've made through work situations, I can think of only one off the top of my head that has survived after both of us have moved on to other jobs. At least a dozen friendships that I considered to be close ones, gone. Is this normal? Or does this happen to me because I'm not worth keeping around? I wish someone could answer this question for me. One of you guys out there who I was once close friends with - you know who you are - tell me, please. What's so wrong with me that I'm not worth hanging out with/talking to/acknowledging?
I have self-esteem problems. That's no secret. I'm not really sure where they stemmed from (childhood shynesses?), but the lack of reliable friends in my life does not help me feel any better about myself. That's for damn sure. Plus, since I don't do very much with my friends (and the fact that I haven't been in an official relationship since before the Spice Girls hit the scene), I spend a lot of time by myself. Don't get me wrong: I love living alone and having time to myself. But too much time to myself only leads me to think about things that I don't need to think about. You know, the usual - death, poverty, starvation, job loss, the fate of my soul, childbirth...
I miss never knowing how my evenings were going to be spent. These days, most of them are spent either cleaning house, watching old TV shows, or staring at walls. I want to do something spontaneous! (Preferably something inexpensive, considering my current financial state.) Any ideas anyone?
1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
2. a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter
3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile
But to what end does one remain a friend? I've been wondering that a lot lately. Certainly there are circumstances (like a job, specifically) that create friendships only to have them dissipate shortly thereafter thanks to departures. I know I've gained a lot of friends through the jobs I've had. Looking back, though, of all of the friends I've made through work situations, I can think of only one off the top of my head that has survived after both of us have moved on to other jobs. At least a dozen friendships that I considered to be close ones, gone. Is this normal? Or does this happen to me because I'm not worth keeping around? I wish someone could answer this question for me. One of you guys out there who I was once close friends with - you know who you are - tell me, please. What's so wrong with me that I'm not worth hanging out with/talking to/acknowledging?
I have self-esteem problems. That's no secret. I'm not really sure where they stemmed from (childhood shynesses?), but the lack of reliable friends in my life does not help me feel any better about myself. That's for damn sure. Plus, since I don't do very much with my friends (and the fact that I haven't been in an official relationship since before the Spice Girls hit the scene), I spend a lot of time by myself. Don't get me wrong: I love living alone and having time to myself. But too much time to myself only leads me to think about things that I don't need to think about. You know, the usual - death, poverty, starvation, job loss, the fate of my soul, childbirth...
I miss never knowing how my evenings were going to be spent. These days, most of them are spent either cleaning house, watching old TV shows, or staring at walls. I want to do something spontaneous! (Preferably something inexpensive, considering my current financial state.) Any ideas anyone?
Monday, December 22, 2008
Wilkommen
Alright, so this is my first official blog post, outside of LiveJournal anyway. I have been a devoted LiveJournalee for over three years now, but in hopes of expanding my blog audience, I thought I'd try a new venue. For those of you who aren't familiar with my ingenius LiveJournal, my name is Lora. I just graduated from college in May and I am obsessed with Bette Midler. Anything else that you need to know about me will come with time.
I had today off from work and decided to make it my bi-monthly cleaning day before I head out to spend Christmas with my family. Other than a few straggling dishes in the sink, the place looks pretty good. The fact that I did clean today makes me feel much better. Other than that, it was really a wasted day. I watched the movie Mamma Mia! three times within a 24 hour time period, and now I'm listening to Def Leppard. Oh god. What is wrong with me?
I had today off from work and decided to make it my bi-monthly cleaning day before I head out to spend Christmas with my family. Other than a few straggling dishes in the sink, the place looks pretty good. The fact that I did clean today makes me feel much better. Other than that, it was really a wasted day. I watched the movie Mamma Mia! three times within a 24 hour time period, and now I'm listening to Def Leppard. Oh god. What is wrong with me?
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