one of my pictures is the “photo of the day” on a certain offshoot from a certain national broadcasting corporation’s website. For Easter weekend, 2009. Which is completely fantastic. I would link, but you can click through flickr. I know people who I know read this because I am good at the internet, and I have ways of knowing things. I just don’t want to be too click-through-able or googlable.

Today was beautiful! A beautiful day off and we went for a walkl. A walk which like all walks included a Starbucks pit-stop. We also saw some Jehovah’s Witnesses on a mission, but were encounter free.

Seeing the missionaries totally freaked me out. Looking over my shoulder every few seconds to make sure they weren’t following us. Conversations with strangers are so awkward. I just can’t… handle them. I’ve tried, and sometimes I can pull them off successfully. I’ve booked hair appointments in person and over the phone, I order coffee pretty much every day, I’ve gone through security in airports, I’ve interviewed for a job or two… but some things are just too hard… like making appointments is possible, but the act of doing it is stress-inducing and is the reason I haven’t been to a doctor or a dentist in YEARS (capitalized because you really have no idea how long it’s been). Hair, eyes… essential things to correct. As far as I can tell my teeth are ok, and sure I would love to know what I’m allergic to so I don’t die after eating something that will kill me, but I’ve got an epi-pen so I’m willing to take that risk.

Back to the Jehovahs.

A few years ago, I was stupid enough to think that when I was approached by two girls on a university campus on a Sunday afternoon a few years ago that they were looking for directions. They weren’t. They were Mormon missionaries. Ok. Whatever. I made it out of that conversation unscathed only to see them 5 more times over the next week, including outside my house, and in the produce section of my local grocery store where they ATTEMPTED TO BAPTISE ME.

That event is what made me the hermit I am today.

having free time is amazing. seriously. not having class opens up worlds of things to do: clean, do laundry, work out, plan vacations, take pictures, photoshop, read blogs, skateboard through the slushy streets… ok, maybe not that.

in less than two weeks i’m going on vacation. there are still a few things i have to do pick up before boy-bot and i go, but i think we’re pretty much ready for some sun-time. or rain time. it seems like it’s never less than 20C in honolulu, so i honestly don’t care what the weather is, as long as it brings me some of that goodness.

my boss is away this week and next week. i’m holding down the fort at work. mostly, it’s easy and makes no real difference in terms of the amount of work i have to do. i just have to answer more questions from coworkers, which is totally fine. i just get sooo tired. of the questions. and the validating. and the questions. i think they might feel more comfortable asking me things? so i get some really general questions that have to do with the line of business we’re in. for example, if i worked for a company that made staples, today they asked me the equivalent of, “what is a stapler?” and while i feel like it’s important to answer them i find it challenging to know where to start. especially when they say things like, “oh, i thought a stapler was a place.”

anyway! lately i’ve been working out every day again and i loves it. it’s amazing how much of a difference it makes to do a half hour long run in the evening. i sleep better, feel better, and am resolving my swimsuit issues.

harrrr.