at.home.depot

Today's date is September 27th. That's all I have to say.

intervention

We had an apartment intervention.
It was serious stuff, a matter of life or death.

The plant on the right of this first blurry photo (left side) is a refugee. Recently rescued, it was one door below ours at the apartment complex, nearly dead! My kind-hearted roommate Lindsay rescued it with a fellow houseplant, pictured right.

The two seem happier now that they've been watered for a week; our one fear is the downstairs neighbors dropping by and recognizing their former property... But kidnapping a plant doesn't make one liable for incarceration, so, why not save a life or two?

general.messiness

How can I sum-up my weekend?


I missed my best friend's wedding.

For which I was the maid of honor.

I had a pseudo-date with my ex-fiancé that culminated in a 3a.m. conversation.

I learned that I'm probably losing my job.

I'm short for rent, since my student loan hasn't gone through.

I slept through the class I was supposed to teach in church.


I consider myself to be someone with an outstanding sense of humor, ability to remain calm and in control while under stress; (which I did).... but, it's all a little too much for me to find humor in at the moment. Or explain. Or talk to anyone about. So I thought I'd post it out on the world-wide web for anyone I don't know to see. After all, if I can't make the fall play callbacks, I have to get my free emotional therapy somewhere. Here's to catharsis.

lamentations

I have come to a sad conclusion today. Chocolate isn't worth it anymore. The resulting headache and havoc on my critical thinking skills just aren't compensated by measly morsels of joy. That being said, I'll probably still indulge from time to time... but it'll be dark chocolate. And quality. And rare.

Dad, you were right. I'm the one kid, yes, the ONE of five that developed your abhorrent allergy. How's that for alliteration? It's hard to write something decent when your head feels like it's in a vice. I take it back. I take back all those comments about eating chocolate happily until I die, even if it IS the death of me. Though I'd sooner take death than daftness.

eccentricity.is.subjective

eccentric, adj.
εk'sεntrIk

from Gk. ekkentros "out of the center", from ek "out" + kentron "center".
*Figurative sense of "odd, whimsical" (adj.) first recorded 1685.
*Noun meaning person with such qualities first attested 1832.

1. Of a circle: Not concentric with another circle (const. to). Of two or more circles: Not mutually concentric. eccentric orb: in the Ptolemaic astronomy, an orbit not having the earth precisely in its centre.
b. fig. Not agreeing, having little in common. Const. from, to. Obs.

6. fig. Regulated by no central control.
a. Of actions, movements, and things in general: Irregular, anomalous, proceeding by no known method, capricious.
b. Of persons and personal attributes: Deviating from usual methods, odd, whimsical.

thanks to the Oxford English Dictionary
and online Etymology Dictionary

The other day a friend of mine pegged me as an eccentric.

Which, admittedly, amused me. I've heard that more than once. I've also heard mischievous, whimsical, free-spirited, independent, and energetic. Acquaintances occasionally balk at the plethora of interests I have. I'm "too intense". Lately another casual friend remarked that he had never seen the side of me on display at the neighborhood barbecue. In his own words, I am normally very refined, composed, serene. Very zen. He'd never seen me "scrappy". That is a new one. I'll admit this entry is completely self-serving; it's egotistical. However, I'm willing to indulge that for a moment of self-reflection.

In any case, polished or abberant, intense or multi-faceted, I'm happy to be who I am. I'll take eccentricity as a compliment; and ask that you chew on this: Your rationale for labeling me as an eccentric may prove the same cause of another feeling an affinity for me. Varied interests and an open mind provide sundry avenues of thought. Isn't it logical that some of those that I cross may not be common paths to others? (And, vica verca). Hence definition #1.

Hats off to all my eccentric friends.

Song Lyric | Barbra Streisand lyrics

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