Happy Post no. 272!

Assuming that's an accurate count on my blogger dashboard... I think it is, actually. I love it. They used to update the count like twice a year, it licked. I'm a girl who likes to see my progress.

Anywho...what a day! Do you ever go back to work on Monday and feel like you totally wasted your entire weekend? Like you're a hopeless loser with no life whatsoever and you may as well have never left work at all because it's really all you got? Well, me too every once in a while. This weekend was not one of those weekends. Nope. This is doubly impressive because I only had today. C'est vrais. Yesterday was spent working short and plotting an ensuing war at work. Yippee! But work, nonetheless. So I drove down to SF and met up with Keshau, aka San Francisco Girl. It was rather on the trying side because I didn't trust my own directions, no! I had to pull up Mapquest ones. Which were, of course, wrong. Mmhmm. So I went far, far away into a strange and foreign dimension o' SF before I fully decided Mapquest was fucked. I'd been thinking it since Marin County, but rather than call and save time and energy I needed to get lost. Riggght. Anyway, I made it there and we moseyed on down to the Folsom Street Fair. It was ever so entertaining. I think I saw more naked men than I ever have (and ever will). There weren't nearly enough women, we were sadly outnumbered, I'm afraid. But there were a few that were delightful diversions from the droves of hoo-ha bearing umm... bears. You know the theory that the people most likely to take their clothes off in public are the ones who should be doing it the least? Well, I think for the most part it's true. Case in point: "The Group from Fresno." Clever name, no? I could say more, but I don't think I ought to. You'd thank me, I assure you. Keshau is a Folsom Fair veteran of sorts and she said it's tamed down a lot. I can imagine. There was a Christian booth in the first block we walked down. Weird, given the surroundings. Equally (or close, anyway) weird was the SFPD job recruiting booth. Hmmmm... It was a fabulous day, ever so entertaining...



Have you ever noticed how incredibly discouraging people are? Not all the time, not everyone, but really....so often people want to tell you every reason they can dream up why you can't do what you want. I can't imagine trying to bring someone down when they are reaching for or even just dreaming of what they want. I mean, my God! Why would you do this?! I've endured this over the years. I took it when I was pre-med, I took it when I was thinking of moving to Missouri for RN school. I am currently getting it about the motorcycle and moving to San Francisco. And you know? I'm fucking tired of it. I don't need approval, though it can be nice. I don't need to be lied to or placated. If you have an honest, valid issue with my plans for myself and you're in a position to say something, do! But I am finished listening to people deluging me with discouraging, negative comments and reasons why I can't do what I want with my life. Maybe SF really is too expensive. Maybe Victor (the car) will be stolen, maybe I'll be murdered in my bed by drug crazed Nazis, maybe I just won't like it. But you know? I am more than capable of figuring this stuff out on my own without everyone expressing their doubts over my likelihood for success. Fuck!

*teehee* I'm seeing an ever so slight seam in the transition from Folsom Fair to my disgust with humanity. If you look, you'll understand though. Part of it was the company, but I had a gorgeous day today. I just loved being there. And so sometimes I see things with new clarity. Sometimes I see what I want, and while I don't have any idea how or when, I know that I have to go for it. Some of it I can get for myself and some of it I can't control the outcome of entirely. But either way, I can put everything into getting it. And so I will, discouragement or not. And I say fuck the discouragement.

music: anything Gorillaz, GOD I love those cds...
mood: feisty