Tuberculosis is pretty...

So this weekend we went to see "Bodies... The Exhibition" in Atlanta and it was pretty neat. Basically, it was a lot of chopped up and taken apart bodies, but it was very tastefully presented (and interesting). I found out that people meat looks just like any other meat - therefore edible, which made me hungry. Not that I eat a lot of meat, but I do occasionally eat pork and that's what it reminded me of.

... Anyway, I also held a REAL human brain and a liver. Oh, and one more thing... tuberculosis is pretty... assuming you want your organs to look like a crystallized rock. Otherwise, I'd try my best to steer clear of that. I would've posted pics, but they wouldn't let us take them, (probably so we'd buy the expensive-ass book they had for sale), but if you're interested in the exhibit check look it up. I think it's going to be in Atlanta until September and then it's going far away. Well, that's it! LOVE to all!

Your face is scaring me. :O

Lots to say, but I'll try to keep it short. Today was good. Me, Nick, Shadow, Colin, and Nancy went to Atlanta... we went to the Coke Museum (and of course sampled lots of Coke products), then wandered around Underground Atlanta for a while. I know it's stupid of me to even say this... but I (for whatever reason) did not realize that it was somewhat underground - literally. That was pretty neat.

On the way there we saw a man sitting on the sidewalk talking to his soda can. For real - having a conversation with hands gesturing and all. It was weird. I'm kind of scared of big cities... lots of people all over the place and sirens constantly going off and crazies like that all about and such are just not what I'm used to. But it's really fun to visit places away from home to explore and see what's out there.

One of the more impressive things I've ever seen happened on our way to the Olive Garden... Colin, having drank wayyy too much Coke-product (on an empty stomach, no less), threw up A LOT while driving 70 down the interstate. He didn't swerve or anything... and it being only liquid sprayed EVERYWHERE. It was SO gross and SO funny. Luckily it didn't smell too rough seeing as how it was just Coke-ish stuff from maybe a half hour earlier. Very interesting, though.

So after he got cleaned up (and stopped to buy new pants), we went ahead to Olive Garden as planned. It was my first time there and I enjoyed it. It's good stuff. (Also, in the car on the way home Shadow looked at me and smiled so I smiled back. Then he said, "Your face is scaring me"... hence the name of this blog. And now some pictures.

Seen on a wall when we were lost in Atlanta.

Nick and Shadow posing at the Coke place.

A sign in Heflin we saw on the way home... 😂

Unrelated - the outline of a dead rat that was at work the other day. 😧

Me

Nick's right...

that no matter how much I sleep I am always still tired. It's pathetic... I've slept most of my weekend away and I feel like crap right now. I think my problem is that I need more regular sleep - not sporadic naps during the day with a greatly varying bedtime during the week. I think my body is confused right now... it simply doesn't know when the hell to be tired so it just goes with "all the time." I'm having a bedtime this week and I'm going to see how that goes. Hopefully, that will help.

I remember in the fifth grade I would wake up at 5 am every morning - just so I could hot-roll my hair before school. (Wow, I have changed.) And I could get up then without a problem. Didn't get tired during the day, either. It was great. Never thought I'd miss the fifth grade - especially since my teacher then was a bitch. Oh well.

I feel pretty rough right now, both physically and emotionally. I've been fighting a migraine all day and I think it's finally winning. I would just take some medication, but it has so much caffeine that I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Speaking of caffeine:  That's something that I've gotta lay off of. I used to never ever drink anything that contained it and now I HAVE to have coffee everyday just to keep from falling asleep. It rules me at this point... I have to have it or I get sleepy and a headache. I hate feeling like I depend on something to get through daily life. That's what you call an addiction.

I think another thing that has been dragging me down is food. I've become much less particular about what I shove down my throat on a daily basis and that can't be good. Oh shit! I'm becoming American! Just wait - I'll be fat before you know it. I know a few of you out there would like to see that. Well, I was kidding. I have no intention of keeping this shit up. I can't because I pretty much don't like anyone or anything - myself included. (More like, myself especially). But anyway. Things have got to change.

One more thing. I need to start dancing again. That used to be my thing I did to pass time. I used to do it all the time... alone, or with Shadow. I didn't care. I need to stop being so damn shy about it, but I am. I guess I'm not really living... you know how they say "Dance like nobody's watching"... well, I find that hard - especially when people do indeed look at you. But it's a good way to stay in shape... just get the hell up and move. That's all you gotta do.

Now I do more of the "sitting on my ass" kind of passing time... i.e. myspace. Which is yet more of sitting on my ass just like I do for 40 hours a week at work. NOT GOOD. I may have to start putting restrictions on myself. Not a bad idea, really. My only hang up with that is that I like to write and here (aside from email) is the only time I do that. But I don't post blogs very often anymore so I think limiting myself wouldn't hinder that much.

Well, anyway, I guess that's it. I just wanted to clear my head some... and writing is how I do it. I apologize to anyone who just read all of this pointless blubber. But thank you if you did.

Love,

Blu

(^_^)

Jumping right in... not this past weekend, but the one before it we got a bearded dragon and a guinea pig. The bearded dragon came from one of my dad's friends who could no longer take care of it.  Dad's a carpenter and offered to build him a nice cage if I took him in. And the guinea pig... well, I just wanted it. BAD. 😁

The bearded dragon is not even a foot long so it's not full-grown yet, though it's not still a baby. It hasn't been handled much so it hisses and flares up when you get too close to it. It will tolerate being hand fed vegetables so we could probably get it used to us touching it if we wanted to, but mostly I prefer to just look at it. It's very pretty, I think. 😊 It's got a yellow tint on it's face and I've never seen another like that. Shadow calls it Neo and that's ok with me.

The guinea pig, however, is my baby and I named him Niq (pronounced "neek"). I chose that because shortly after I got him home I noticed something weird about his foot. At first I thought he had a broken toe because it was just hanging there, but upon closer inspection he has an extra toe - which makes him uNIQue. (Yes, I'm a dork; I don't care - I thought it was cute.) 😂 Anyway, I love my little creature... when I hold him he makes little noises, and he licks me, and he's just so sweet! 😍 He's still a baby for sure. He's not much bigger than the ones from the fresh litter we saw at GJ's.

Ok, well in case you haven't been keeping up here's all the pets we have now:

4 hermit crabs (1 died)
1 scorpion
1 cobalt tarantula
1 parakeet (Lily)
1 puppy (Scooter)
1 guinea pig (Niq)
1 bearded dragon (Neo)
2 veiled chameleons (Tiny Alice & Little Clyde)
2 sugar gliders (Yorda & Ico)
2 gerbils (Toad & Testiclees)
2 hedgehogs (PigPig & Octavious... but we're only babysitting Octavious)

So yeah... we have a house full. I might get Shadow a guinea pig (I read they do better in pairs), but that won't be a big deal since it can just live with mine. And we'll probably stop buying creatures after that. I dunno... a short-tailed opossum is on our wish list, but we're not in a hurry to get one. *shrugs*

Anyhoo... when I get back home this afternoon I'll add some pics of our newest additions to this blog. Then I'll put up a bulletin so that those of you who care won't have to keep checking back. Ok, laters!

I'm probably just crazy, but...

I think it's true. I'm only human on the outside and something totally different on the inside. That might explain why I've felt so completely out of place for a huge portion of my life. That might explain why no one gets me (as I learned in a rather disheartening conversation last night).

Maybe I was meant to be a cat or something. I'm moody, I'm anti-social until I want to be loved on, and I'll urinate on your bed if you piss me off.

Or - better yet, maybe I should have been a dog... I'm loyal to the extreme so even if you kick me in the face I'll still sniff your ass lovingly. And I bite... I put my mouth all over you for no apparent reason.
I GREW UP IN MUNFORD. MAYBE I WAS RAISED BY ANIMALS.

Whatever the case - I'm just uncomfortable. With myself, with people. They make me nervous. I just want to go home - back to my home planet. All I do know is that I'm tiny and extremely intuitive. I feel too much; I hear things, I see things, I know things (that other people don't).

[help me]

I think this weekend would be a good one to go see my crazy favorite aunt so that I can ask her what crazy feels like. Yeah...

I'm not scared...

Yeah, I'm not scared...

of you,

or you,

or you.

You know who you are and I know that you're reading this.

Heads up - I am no longer doubting myself or what I know.

THE END