Diffident

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By context she obviously means definitely. I just love when people mess up words and make a word that’s a little odd and a little fun to say. Stop. Stop… STOP! I know I said people need to spell things correctly and that it irks me when they don’t, but please don’t fail to realize at one point I told you I was a big contradiction. OK the air is clear. Where was I…

Yes. So when I read this I see a mash-up of different & evidently. Now I am not quite sure how we can use those two words mashed-up in a sentence. That will be trial and error.

Alice and I had lunch today and it was awesome. We went to my little sushi place and it was empty. It felt like we owned the place. And although it’s my place, I don’t go there as often as I used to and every time without fail the lady remembers me. I say the lady because it’s be a couple of years since I knew her name.

So we lunched there today and talked about everything. It was awesome and I was proud at myself for not being as negative on her choices as I usually can be. I did say how I felt, just with less venom for Dipshidiot.

I went a little far on here about how I felt for Alice. OK I went extreme. I feel she didn’t deserve the majority of what I said. I feel that my hatred for Dipshidiot leaked onto Alice so the real shitty shit that shouldn’t have been expressed on a public platform. I forget everything I said, but honestly as much as she makes some crazy choices, I have made my fair share and have plenty more to make.

I really do love her and that’s probably why when I get disappointed because she’s not living up to the potential I see in her I am really harsh. Sometimes looking back I wonder if in a previous life I weren’t a drill sergeant or something.

I laugh more with Alice than I have with any other friend. No lie. She is seriously funny and quick-witted. She is tougher than I have seen in most of my friends, even in her vulnerability you can see her strength.

I do have the inclination to go redact and erase, but those words are a part of me. They were what I felt at the time and I need to stop erasing parts of me that I don’t like or I feel ashamed of. I have never been able to keep a journal and that is why. The girl in the journal doesn’t match the girl I show to everyone else. I am done living like that.

With Miss Flighty, I do still feel that way about her. I cut her off when she texted me to confront me on a post I made on FB shortly after we had The High Life conversation. I made a simple sentence about how people need to think before they speak. What she said was senseless and flippant. She told me that real friends “check each other” . I am so far out of the loop, my mom knew what she meant and had to tell me what it meant.

I don’t “check” (confront) people who say stupid shit because then it becomes a bigger situation than need be. They end up trying to explain what they meant which is usually them just twisting shit around to make you think it was your fault for how you heard the information. That’s bullshit. So I expressed a one line frustration on FB and let it go.

She keeps at me texting me all this shit about being a punk and being childish and I’ll be honest, I was playing dumb because I didn’t want to hear her shit. She said something that tipped me off and made a light bulb flicker in my head. What she said I remember being real insulting, but I forget what it actually was so I texted back about now I knew how she really felt and that she need not call me because this was no longer a working number for her. She blew.

Cursing and saying all this ugly shit so I deleted the thread. I deleted and blocked her on FB. I deleted every photo of her and her daughter. And then I deleted her number. Poof! Just like that.

I was very proud of the fact that I didn’t curse once. Not even a damn. You know I am done when I don’t use my pretty colorful language on you.

Diffident (dif•fi•dent);

1. Modest or shy because of a lack of self-confidence.

Evidently it’s already a word. That’s some bullshit. No wonder I liked it though. I did the same thing in high school. Sitting under the bleachers with a couple of friends using rocks to write on the sidewalk (don’t act like you haven’t ever done that) and I was trying to write Deftones but I stopped at ‘deft’ because my hand got tired (I was lazy  — this is Florida, the land of humid heat — it was 78 degrees today fyi) and so I decided that was going to be our word. I look it up later only to realize it is a word. I am incapable of making up words. I blame school.

Daily Promtin’ Like A Baller & Confessions

Michelle asked me (and possibly you, too):

Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?

I am the extremely lucky owner of the HTC Radar (4G–importance of that, I have yet to know.) through T-Mobile. Sometimes I love you, sometimes I hate you, sometimes I wish I were a cat so I could really claw your eyes out and piss in your shoe. Oh, wait.. this is about the phone. Scratch that.

I can become attached to my material items. I don’t really have many so I think that’s a small part of it. The other part would be that I love technology. Do not confuse that with being very knowledgeable about it.

If I am at a social part in my life, I can grow to hate my phone. I’m a loser loner, baby, so why don’t you kill leave me (alone). There has to be some psychological reason why I get overwhelmed with too much attention. It’s like stage fright to the 10th power (if I remember how math works). I was like this since I was small so it’s not like it doesn’t come natural. I always went to my friends’ houses. Only on occasion did I have friends at my house. Except Miss Flighty, we were more at my house when we weren’t getting into trouble.

On my phone now,  it’s a Windows phone and I love it. The only thing that pisses me off is that it lags closing apps and I think that was made that way purposefully so you can hit the windows touch button so you can swipe between many apps. I rarely use that feature. I close and jump around. I swear my battery thanks me for it. Or I thank my battery for lasting longer. I can do 3 full days between charging. Yes, that is because I am not texting like a kid on crack anymore and I rarely make or receive phone calls. My phone is a portable computer.

I love that it’s Windows because of the layout. It fucking rocks. The home screen is (why is cutomizable not a word? [insert synonym to the nonexistent word]) with which “tiles” you want readily available. It’s also infinite scroll so you aren’t limited like android and iPhone do with only so many screens available. Plus, the tiles can be big or small and makes it an easier read. For the tiles you don’t want on the main screen are in an alphabetic list on the secondary screen. If you have a child who you let play with your phone, that’s awesome. So they only have access to things you don’t want deleted. Also, if you need to hand over your phone for a snoop to use (I am a snoop so this is no offense to snoops) you can have only things you don’t mind being seen on the main screen. Windows phone doesn’t show there is a secondary screen like how android and iPhone can show at the bottom or top of the phone how many screens and which you’re on.

I am such a Windows fanatic, I should work for the damn company. Oh that reminds me, I have to share something with you that I find so hilarious!!!

Brought to me by Dooce.com: This fantastical website: The Creative Confessional:

How I felt during the Editing process in Film School:

I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in a 4 hour block.-CB

I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in a 4 hour block.-CB

Why my tattoos do not contain lettering:

I am an ass, I know.-CB

I am an ass, I know.-CB

Recent Studies:

Sorry to burst any bubbles.-CB

Sorry to burst any bubbles.-CB

Anti-Apple = Hipster? / Ignorant Public:

Just saying.-CB

Just saying.-CB

Mac is whack.-CB ;)

Mac is whack.-CB ;)

 

Where Awards Usually Come to Die

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Tyroper was very kind to pass on to me this golden award. I have one just like it in silver. I think it’s a trend to mix silver and gold jewelry, but I could be behind since I don’t usually wear jewelry. Thank you, Ty. I am glad you like what you read here. I know awards usually stop here when it comes with me. I am horribly lazy at collecting gems to give the award away to. I also fell into the belief of thinking of them as chain letters. Well, I have figured out for myself in the last 30 seconds of composing this that it’s a load of crock  crock of shit (I was tired when this post began) made up by horribly lazy people like myself who do not want to take the time to appreciate and be appreciated. If you want to be professional, you can relate this as to being at one of those mega conventions and your booth only has 250 favors to pass out and network. WordPress makes blogging a social network. They are tricky like that. It’s old school to be a Dooce. And harder than ever since platforms like this. I write on a whim. I am serious in saying that I am horribly lazy. There are people who research and rewrite and edit and stew over their posts before making them live. Freaky shit, I know. But if you can do that, you can pass around an award to make someone else’s day a little brighter and to let them see you care further than, “yo this shit you just posted here, this shit is tight yo.” Or [insert clicking like button here]. Lazy freaks. Long story short, the award is not dying here today.

Here are the rules of the award:
1.) Display the award logo on your blog.
2.) Link back to the person who nominated you.
3.) State 7 things about yourself.
4.) Nominate 15 bloggers for this award.
5.) Notify those bloggers of the nomination by linking to one of their specific posts so that they get notified by ping back.

7 things you need* to know

  1. I dig fruity baby food. Especially banana. 
  2. Most everything I complain about with other people I have been guilty of myself.
  3. I talk more shit about the people I love than I do of the people I loathe. Case in point: Alice. If you keep up with me you’ll notice once the friendship took a momentary pause that I thought was a forever pause, I stopped talking about her. Exception: My mother. You don’t talk shit about the people who brought you into this world and can easily take you out. Exception to the exception: My father.
  4. I need to learn how to break big goals into smaller goals so I stop the cycle of thinking it’s impossible and giving up.
  5. I can recognize a lot of things I need to do and because of this I think I don’t need therapy, but question if that means the exact opposite.
  6. I am terrible at planning. I don’t like to feel locked in and if I fail, I would disappoint others which would cause me further disappointment.
  7. I have never been married and I am not sure if I ever want to be. Some will take this as me having a negative opinion on marriage. That’s not the case. Some may take this as me having a fear of commitment. It’s not a fear more than it is I have had more than a few serious relationships, I barely make it to 2 years how the hell could I do until death do you part? I don’t believe in divorce for myself. It happens, but if I marry that man better know he is stuck for life. Unless he does something catastrophic then my ass will be at the court quicker than you can say flies on shit.

15 Blog Nominees

1. AliceAtWonderland
2. NotQuiteAlice
3. CrankyGiraffe
4. TishMoon
5. Jet @ SustainablySinlgeParenting
6. WhiskeyInTheAM
7. ExileFromHysteria
8. Rarasaur
9. J.E Lattimer
10. FrontRangeScribbles
11. MerBear74
12. Rohan7things
13. Jaschmehl
14. TeenyBikini
15. ABoldPerch

This is in no way an attempt to show favoritism and I want it known that I love you all. You are all inspiring, but it didn’t say infinite and one of my things I need to learn is to accept being limited so this kind of works for me. One small step to most, one huge leap for me.

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*need is very relative here and can be replaced with, “Could have lived the rest of your life very happily without knowing anything on this list.” But that’s just too much to type. Plus, need is persuasive. It pays to persuade. (Not really unless you’re in the biz. Biz example: hooking.) 

You’ll Go Far, Kid

I never check my stats. Well, that is slightly not true. I will click the little link to them on the WP navigation bar thingy, but I don’t really understand it all too well so I usually get bored 30 seconds in and say fuck it. Out loud, yes.

I wish I could be like those people who can make a post and all mucky-muck like say, Yeah so I gained like 587 followers since my Freshly Pressed début yesterday. To all you newcomers, here’s what my bitchin’, fabulous blog is all about. What what. To those who knew me before I was famous, you know what’s up.

I’m not though. Why? Because I don’t look at how many followers I have. I get a notification and I’m like, ooo nice. I check their blog out and decide if I want to follow them also. Though sometimes I have become distracted, claimed to go back to check it later and forget all about it.

I have negative zero interest in math. You may be scratching your head now wondering how math is involved in already formulated stats for you to simply view. I just thought of a great band name. I won’t be able to do the math that’s involved with running a band or put any money toward it, but if you want to start a band with me, hit me up. I know how to make noise come out of harmonica. I don’t like harmonicas, no.

Stats and math are numbers. Fucking shocking, I know. But if you know me, I am an honest engine. I know that is terrible to say, but I like saying it and it makes me think of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. It’s cute, dammit. Plus I am 1/32nd Cherokee. Honest engine.

So numbers, excluding negative zero and the number 5 and numerology, suck. I only like math when I am winning. When I have algebra or informal geometry (formal was just too much for my little brain) problems that I know how to do and I get all the answers right without having to look in the back of the book.

My favorite equation:

Finally. An equation that makes sense. ^_^

Finally. An equation that makes sense. ^_^

You’re doing it wrong!

Not Me

Look @ my bod, I workout!

This is an expert right here. Yes, I did just steal a Facebook ”Friend’s” photo off Facebook with her included message to post on my blog for anyone to see. Yes, it was marked friends only. But 2 things: I am not revealing her name nor am I going against any copyright law. She took the risk of posting to Facebook. With that aside…

So it was originally my belief that people joined and paid a monthly stipend for gyms to workout. Get fit. Exercise. Be healthy. I did not realize they paid to judge other people on attire and form and tattoos! Least we not forget the tattoos. Obviously people get tattoos just to impress others, or just this chick. It couldn’t possibly be anything more personal than that. They totally got the tattoo with just you in mind. Suffice to say, I’m not so impressed with your tattoo. Should you care? Not if you got it for the right reasons. Shouldn’t bother you a bit what I think.

Attire? Where’s your cute, impressive gym attire? I don’t see you donning any cute Fila, Adidas, or Nike wear. Just saying. You obviously believe people need to come to the gym to impress you. So why are you not impressed with those who are trying hard to workout? How dare they workout with A+ effort.

I am pretty sure the person with the poor form isn’t focusing on impressing you. They are doing it either the way it was taught to them, how others have proceeded to do it, trying to learn how to do it, or doing it that way because it’s what is comfortable to them.

Seems like Planet Fitness isn’t a good fit for you since it’s adamant about being a judgment-free zone. Maybe you belong at Gold’s … though they could very well judge you since you don’t look like you workout all that hard. Yeah, read the little comment where you talked of having been a member to many gyms. It doesn’t show.

Last little thing that bothers me, since you think what bothers you is so important, #hashtags are for Twitter, not Facebook. It would be understandable if you had your two accounts linked, but you posted this directly to Facebook so it looks dumb. I’m so not impressed.

God, that felt good. It’d feel better if I could make a snide remark to her, but I am a slight believer in that gangster motto, “If you don’t start no shit, there wouldn’t be no shit.” You have to choose your battles.

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