At Risk Of This Coming Back To Haunt Me Later...

And on a rather amusing note...I had quite the meaningful conversation with an ice cube tray today. Well, not really menaingful, but it DID get the damned ice out of the tray.

See, we got a couple of ice cube trays that just DON'T let the ice out. Irks the snot out of me. I drink a lot of coffee. Iced coffee. And I wanted ice for said purpose, but it wouldn't let me have it no matter how much I bent or twisted the tray, so I started yelling at it...and the ice flew out. 3 cubes, exactly what I wanted. The next time, all I had to do was ask nice. The third time, it just popped out.

This morning I went to a temp office. Waited around for some time to see if I could talk to someone, gave up after uh...2 hours. So there was this weird guy there who kept talking to me, going on and on about how I radiate a pute light and energy and how he could just bask in my aura all day, and how he saw gold light over my head and he knows I don't think I'm beautiful but I am.

First of all...if there's light above my head, it's probably not gold, it's probably going to be lavender. Pale lavender. that's what color my aura generally is. Second of all, my aura was pulled into me and blocked off for the time I was in the office. Third of all, the guy was just weird. Kinda annoying but essentially harmless.

Then I came home and slept for a while.

And mom found my goldstone bracelets that I've been missing for about a year now!!! Happy Happy!

(For anyone who's curious...Goldstone is a rusty orange-colored stone (Also occurs is dark bluish-grey, dark brownish-purple, and I think black) that looks like it's coated in gold glitter, it's really sparkly like that...the sparkle-glitter part comes from copper flecks)

This Just Isn't Cool....

Mike (my stepfather) pisses me off. Often. It's one of his special talents. He did again today.

I was checking out one of the songs that I downloaded by Rhea's Obsession. It was a Christmas song...We Three Kings...really cool version with a really Middle-Eastern sound. Mike was standing here making a sandwich or somethign, and making a comment about how he was a traditionalist when it came to Christmas music and just didn't like that. Ok no big deal. Mike and I don't share much common taste in music other than Kansas and stuff like that. I like it, I downloaded it for me not him, and if he doesn't like it it doesn't hurt me any. I said as much and went back to my business and he starts in on how "Oh, it's ok. It's just a phase, you'll learn someday."

The stuff I like, the music I listen to, the style of Christmas decoration I like is just a phase...nothing to be ashamed of, I'll get over it when I'm a little older and more mature.

The fact that I like Pepsi and can't stand Coke, that I disagree with him on a lot of political issues, that I'm an artist, that I wear clothes that he thinks are ugly...Nevermind that that may just be what I like, it's just a phase.

Dammit, I'm really insulted. What I like is what I like...if I ever change my mind it will be because I like somethgn else or whatever... It's not because I'm an immature kid now. I just like different stuff than he does. It's always been like this....If I say or think somethign that he doesn't like or disagrees with, it's either just plain wrong or "It's ok, you'll grow out of it" in a REALLY patronizing tone.

Why can't I just like differnt things, and it be what I like because it's what I like, or what I think, or do or whatever.

I dunno, I'm just human. I'm ok. I don't expect or even want that everyone likes and thinks and does like I do. But don't patronize me about it. Don't treat me like I'm a 5 year old who just doesn't know better.