I’ve just updated my sidebars on my blogs.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to publicly claim a couple of the blogs…
I’m not asking for follows on those blogs. If you want to follow, that’s great, but don’t feel like I’m expecting it. In the case of two of them, they’re on completely separate tumblr accounts so if you follow one of those they’ll follow back — though I won’t keep up with those dashboards like I do with the one I read on this account.
I just figured that this way you’d know it’s just me if some of those blogs reblog you at some point. Up until now I’d mostly gone back to the original post and reblogged that so I could keep the secret, but I may as well be open about it.
Trying to decide on a color scheme for (another) new blog. Hey, I’ve still got two less blogs than I used to have.
Basically, it’ll be the overflow blog for all the times when I worry that I’m doing news/political posts too much here. A lot of the time I worry that it’s not what people are here for. Obviously I do have an audience for it, and I’m not going to stop posting them here because it’s part of who I am, and it’s just part of this blog. And let’s face it, if I stop posting those things here altogether, this blog would be a few fun reblogs and the rest would just be me griping about life.
The new blog is just for when I think I’m overdoing it — I’ll put those posts there instead of deciding against posting them altogether (you’d be surprised how often that happens).
Anyway, if you want in on the ground floor, while there’s absolutely nothing there except a bio (and a picture of me looking exasperated), the blog’s at http://thingsthatupsetkenny.tumblr.com/
I’ll most likely mention this a few more times for the sake of people who aren’t around to see this post (after all, it’s after midnight for some of you), but I figured I’d put this out there now that I’m actively working on getting it ready for some actual posts.
My parents just got back, and told me to start getting ready to move.
They didn’t buy a house, but they want to put this one on the market ASAP.
When it sells, THEN they’ll start looking at houses in Nevada (they decided not to look on this trip).
I asked what happens when this house sells and we have no place to go, and they couldn’t answer me other than to say “it’ll work out.”
In my life, things don’t generally just “work out.” So I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t really scared about this.
Well, that’s a dream I was glad to wake up from.
The part where I was working at a Six Flags park wasn’t too bad (even if it was Six Flags and I couldn’t get over how much dirtier the park was compared to what I got used to at Disneyland), but the whole part where everyone was walking around with guns, and shooting at each other as helicopters flew low overhead, and watching the military getting shot at by civilians I could have done without.
Fortunately it was one of those dreams where I ran extra well by taking long strides (like 25-30 feet per step) instead of one of the dreams where I can’t run because one leg is shorter than the other and I end up having to crawl.
But I’m up now, and waiting to hear whether or not I’m going to be living in Nevada soon.
It’s weird that I’m going to bed early, but I am.
It’s weird now because the re-run of last night’s Mariners game that I didn’t see (and avoided seeing the final score of) is on TV right now, and it’ll be weird in the morning because, if it’s anything like this morning, I’ll see “AM” on the clock when I wake up and lament the fact that I’ve barely slept…because I’ll forget that it was so early when I went to bed in the first place.
I’m just not feeling very well tonight (mentally or physically) so I’m gonna try my luck in dream land.
On the plus side, only two more days of wondering if I’m going to get an email from my parents telling me they bought a house in Nevada and to start packing.
Not that I’ve got anything against Nevada, or the chance at maybe living someplace where someone is actually hiring (and who won’t assume that my three years of being unemployed means I just suck). I just don’t like not knowing whether I’m going to be packing next week or not.
Anyway, time to shut down and turn in. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel better.
Parents just left until Thursday. It’s fun to have the house to myself!
Currently operating in silent mode (no email, twitter, or facebook open so I don’t get audio notifications) because I’m recording music off a stream for someone, and this particular track is 69:04 long, but I can’t find it online anywhere else where it can just be downloaded (it’s a Main Street music mix that I haven’t heard most of before). I promised someone last night that I’d find downloadable versions, and if that means that I record it and upload it and send a link, then that’s what it means (though so far, it looks like most of them are already available for download somewhere so I can just send links to existing downloads).
This is at least my fifth attempt at recording this (the rest of the attempts being this morning before bed). Every other time, the music has either had to stop and buffer or I’ve gotten an email notification or pressed something dumb that make my computer give me an asterisk sound, so I have to be careful — no saving files (especially if there’s an overwrite involved), no image editing, and I’ve got to be careful where I click.
Hopefully loading tumblr pages won’t stop the stream — I don’t want to go do something else for an hour (and not hear if anything goes wrong as I record).
The highly sensitive [introverted] tend to be philosophical or spiritual in their orientation, rather than materialistic or hedonistic. They dislike small talk. They often describe themselves as creative or intuitive. They dream vividly, and can often recall their dreams the next day. They love music, nature, art, physical beauty. They feel exceptionally strong emotions—sometimes acute bouts of joy, but also sorrow, melancholy, and fear. Highly sensitive people also process information about their environments—both physical and emotional—unusually deeply. They tend to notice subtleties that others miss—another person’s shift in mood, say, or a lightbulb burning a touch too brightly.
I think I slept for about 15 or 16 hours today (not entirely sure if I fell asleep at 7:00 or 8:00am, but it was 11:30pm when I got up). I woke up a few times and rolled over, but you know when you wake up from a really good dream and you want to go back to it so you fall back asleep while thinking about it? That’s what I was doing. And it was working.
Well, visiting the Australian internet didn’t last as long as I’d thought — I thought they wanted to hang out for the evening, but after an hour they said they had more road to cover today.
But they were really nice, and said all the right things when my parents came along to say hello (the Kung Fu Vampire bus was a bit of a shock to my parents, even though I’d shown them pictures beforehand to prepare them — my visiting friends bought it from Kung Fu Vampire and are touring the country in it, dealing with the people who want to meet him, and having to explain that other than buying his old tour bus, they don’t have any actual connection to him).
But even though it was a short visit, it was totally worth it. I’ve known them on twitter for probably a couple years now, and they’re the only other internet people I’ve ever met aside from a long-distance girlfriend several years back who I met in person twice.
But wow, it was strange to be out and about. I’m not 100% sure, but I think that was the first time this year that I’ve left the house.
For the first time in a couple weeks it seems, I actually slept for a long time with no nightmares.
I didn’t fall asleep until almost 3:00 in the afternoon, and the dreams weren’t anything spectacular, but it was a nice change not to be getting killed over and over in my dreams for once.