Solar Flare

I think I like the way Lupe Fiasco says “Mrs. Butterworth” a little too much.

Ugh I have a lot of feelings right now.

(Edit: Wishing so badly I could find the appropriate gif from Mean Girls.)

I’ve been home for over an hour. Why the hell am I still wearing pants?

This Spring Forward losing an hour business is seriously messing up.

I guess I got a few things done like laundry and baking oatmeal banana walnut bread.

But I wanted to be outside all day since the weather was gorgeous; instead I fell asleep in the middle of the afternoon. Ugh. What a waste.

Now I’m exhausted but don’t want to go to bed because it seems like it’s 1am instead of 2am. Bleh. I don’t want to work tomorrow.

And I have bajillion things to do that require me to focus and try and research and write cover letters and shit. I keep putting these things off :/

Oh also: At what point does liking someone’s facebook statuses become gratuitous or creepy?

I have the biggest crush on Jared Scharff.

I’m talking 5th-grade-me-with-‘N Sync type of crush.

It’s rather preposterous.

I have to rant here for a minute.

Okay. First of all, dudes, don’t ever try to pick up a girl at the gym. Just don’t. It’s disgusting. I just want to go and work out my rage. I don’t want to have to talk to you when I’m sweaty and gross and just trying to zone out. The fact that you even want to be near me - let alone try to put the moves on me - when I’m that gross makes me want to throw up.

Also, how the fuck do I get myself into the situations I do? I’m always dreading something but it usually turns out to be self-inflicted.

For instance, now I have to deal with e-mails from the aforementioned gym guy and I’m always paranoid I’ll run into him. I don’t want to deal with that bullshit. I’m fucking joining a Curves. NO MEN.

Additionally, tonight I bumped into a dude I met one time over a year ago. So I was just being friendly and talking about very dull, generic things. How the fuck does that totally mundane interaction end in that dude texting me asking how late I work tomorrow because he might stop in to get brunch?

WHY. HOW. I don’t want to have to deal with this.

BY THE WAY, INTERNET, you should know that I NEVER flirt, I do essentially nothing to attract attention from anyone regardless of gender or sexual orientation, I don’t send out mixed signals - I’m just a sexually neutral entity that basically wants to be left alone.

GUH. I’m too tired for this bullshit. I’m officially declaring Spinster status. Don’t fuck with my money.

I for sure feel like I fall somewhere on the autism spectrum at times like this when all I can think about is how to create an acoustically-perfect custom-sized tipi so that I can sit and listen to music in a small space all alone in the dark for an extended period of time.

Dude’s find that attractive in a girl, right?