Tag Archives: Realizations

#588 To Retail Realizations:


During my trip back to the mall in order to find something fantastic to wear for tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve basketball game because I need to look amazing (mission accomplished, thanks to Express), I had a realization.

 

After starting off by going back through Forever 21 to see if there was anything worthy that I missed when I was at the mall earlier this week, I was somewhat disheartened to find that there was nothing.

 

So I moved on to Express. Slightly pricier, but I had a feeling I’d be able to find SOMETHING.

 

And boy did I.

 

I might have spent too much on the three shirts I bought, and two of them are probably not going to be work-appropriate because they’re one-shouldered pieces of fabulousness, but I’m okay with that, because I know all three pieces are going to last me a while.

 

This means I have also decided that at this age, I really have no reason to go to Forever 21 for their brand of weird skank-wear.

 

I’ll be sticking it to the more high-end stores, because I know that if I take my time and buy one piece of clothing and pace my money, then I’ll end up having a more fabulous than it already is wardrobe in no time at all.

 

I like this new outlook on shopping.

 

Especially since Express is totally my style,
Snarky

#578 To The Bad Part About Late-Night Realizations:


The bad part about late-night realizations like the late-night realization I had tonight is that Snarky having a mini temper tantrum usually follows these late-night realizations.

 

And now there’s no one awake that knows all my issues that can calm me down.

 

Wait!

 

Forky just posted a Facebook status.

 

He’s awake, thank god!
Snarky

#577 To Late-Night Realizations:


Captain Cubicle, your comment that it’s a bummer that I didn’t go home for break (because you don’t have a chance to see me?) just had to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

 

And hell, I’m probably not going to see you if I DO go home.

 

But at the same time, if I can make this work, I think I’m going to go home for a couple days.

 

Hmm.

 

You’re a pain sometimes, but thanks for helping me pull my head out of my ass,
Snarky

#270 To Things I Realize About Myself:


When I have trouble articulating my thoughts, I tug on my hair.

Specifically, bits on the front left side.

I’m doing that right now as I pace through my maze of discarded shoes.

I really need to clean.

But first off, it goes without saying that I know absolutely nothing about men.

Captain Cubicle popped up on Facebook tonight for the span of about five and a half minutes, for the first time since early September.

I should know, because that’s when he gave me shit for being addicted to said website.

My good memory strikes again.

For some reason though, him popping up just brings back those burning questions that have been almost haunting me since July when I discovered that he removed me his friend list.

And then added me back weeks later.

I just can’t get around why he did that, why it was just me, and I don’t know why it’s hitting me so badly right now.

It’s more than obvious that he’s moving on with his life (one of the reasons why I’m going to try my damndest from here on out to wait for him to initiate next contact), and I guess I’m moving on with mine (not that I’m going to let myself get my hopes up with Spike because I’ve been down that road, and it’s just miserable).

And of course I have no one to talk about it at this hour, because the only one still awake is the Fork, and he straight out WON’T talk about Captain Cubicle with me (for reasons I just DON’T want to think about, though, his ability to change the subject away from him is pretty entertaining when I’m not feeling so…off).

I hate feeling this way.

 

Even more, I hate that I don’t know why I’m feeling like this.

There’s just something there, and it’s not going away, and I haven’t seen him four months.

How long is this supposed to take?

When do I stop missing him as much as I do now?
Snarky