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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I am fickle when it comes to color choices. Because of this I rarely paint my nails anything other than clear, or at the most a very light pink that is so translucent it’s not noticeable . I have a hard time sticking with a color choice for any length of time. For example my blog colors, totally ready to change the scheme after only a couple months, but I am resisting because I put in all that effort and I’m just not ready to do it again.
I suck at making appointments. Whether it’s to get my hair cut, my son’s 12 month check-up (which was a month late) or some random appointment for a meeting, I’m horrible at it. I always forget to make the call that I need to do, and generally remember that I haven’t done it only after the office has closed. Thank goodness our doctor’s office has started offering online appointment scheduling, otherwise I don’t think I’d have a two-year check-up scheduled for Tysen yet.
I do my best thinking and planning late at night while I’m trying to fall asleep. If I were to write the next great American novel, it would be between the hours of 11:00 and 2:00. The problem here is that it’s mostly just thinking and planning, when morning rolls around everything has fallen out of my head and I’m left without much motivation. I will plan to get up early in the morning and clean the kitchen or do laundry, or spend some time just for me. But those things rarely happen. I’m long on big ideas and short on follow through.
When I’m angry, I turned the music up really loud. This is generally followed by some sort of tears on my part. I have a hard time separating anger from the overwhelming need to cry. I’ve heard this from a lot of people, so I’m not going to consider it too freakish. Though, when you’re in the middle of a heated argument, it’s hard to be taken seriously with tears streaming down your face.