"A challenging goal is good for the soul?"
Despite the stress, despite the white hairs sprouting from my head, and despite the insomnia, I can't say I'm unhappy. I am lucky to have something to work for, lucky to be in this crazy program, lucky to be healthy...(yada yada yada)
I'm energized (more than usual) this morning. I actually woke up the first time my alarm rang, at 7:32 am; first time that happens in a while! This success should set the tone for the rest of the day; I'm in a good mood, ready to take on the world, ready to really not worry and just be a good student and not stress.... hopefully : )
Probably by 12 pm I will have forgotten everything I just wrote and be all antsy and stuff... but at least this was a nice break from it.
Signing off,
The Worrisome Woman aka the Nailbiting Nincompoop
15 comments:
Nailbiting Nincompoop, what a dork.
Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven above, and the sea below,
And a little white whale on the go.
Baby beluga, baby Beluga, is the water warm?
Is your mama home with you, so happy.
Way down yonder where the dolphins play,
Where they dive and splash all day,
The waves roll in and the waves roll out,
See the water squirting out of your spout.
Baby beluga, baby Beluga, sing your little song,
Sing for all your friends, we like to hear you.
When it's dark, you're home and fed,
Curl up snug in your water bed.
Moon is shining and the stars are out,
Good night, little whale, goodnight.
Baby beluga, baby Beluga, with tomorrow's sun,
Another day's begun, you'll soon be waking.
Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven above and the sea below,
And a little white whale on the go.
You're just a little white whale on the go.
Dear Anonymous #1: (posted at 8:09 am): yes I'm a dork
Dear Anonymous #2:
Your comment is weird. I don't know if you are making fun of my weight/desperate need for a tan, or if your comment means more than that, and has a profound meaning. If it is the latter, I must warn you, any deep meaning is wasted on me. I am dense. I don't get it.
To both: stop leaving anonymous comments! Don't hide. Let me know who you are!!!
Mari,
I thought you knew by now: Anonymity is the refuge of an idiot.
How goes, by the way?
Andre...
I kind of was wondering if maybe it was you who wrote one or both of these, but realized probably not.
I totally accused mister Aldo but he's denying it too. Who is this mysterious anonymous commenter?
ANYWAY, things are... okay. Lots of stress and stuff (see previous post).
"I thought you knew by now: Anonymity is the refuge of an manly man."
My dear sir, it is you who are the idiot.
My dear "Mad"emoiselle i shall reveal myself when the time is right. Hopefully Friday nite. You will provde the sweet necter for the night.
Anonymous "manly man":
I'm not gonna fake it, you're creeping me out.
I'm not a provider or distributor of nectar. I'm like vinegar mixed with jalapeno peppers.
Also, please don't call my pal Andre an idiot. He is by no means dumb. At least he isn't afraid to leave his name on his comments. OOOOHHHHH.
Furthermore, I am not a "mad"emoiselle. I am a happy girl who strsses out a lot. Anger is a waste of time. So is stress, but I'm working on that one.
Please explain the meaning of the baby beluga comment.
Thank you, have a nice day.
Anonymous, you sound like the biggest loser/stocker ever dude. Get a life.
Well havn't i stirred the horrnets nest.
Baluga Girl: If it werent that you are so pretty to look at in class I would not like you anymore. Baluga explenation is just that I got luv for the big girls.
ajbendana: why dont you take a hike and have an adventure like your boring blog title says you do. Me and the misses will handle our relationship. Right Mrs. Khawand.
Anonymous:
You're funny dude. Not haha funny, but like, weirdest-person-ever funny. I am considering going by the nickname "beluga girl" from now on.
I'm pretty sure that this was all a joke, and that you didn't actually think any of this would be charming.
If you're serious(?!), let me just say:
This beluga is not fallin' for your middle-school wooing techinique.
I am a woman, not a girl in middle school. (A big woman, yes).
You wrote, "If it werent that you are so pretty to look at in class I would not like you anymore"
If you like me just 'cause you think I am pretty then you don't really like me, so don't bother continuing this little charade.
While I am flattered by the compliment (really, I am), people who only like me physically and dislike who I am are not options for friendship or dating.
So, my suggestion, mister manly man: move on to bigger and better fish; find someone who you actually like as a person. And when you do, try not to call her a "big girl," as this is in no way charming.
THE END.
OK, that was just in case you were serious. I'm sure you're not.
Tomorrow is Friday night and I am expecting you to reveal yourself, mister manly man.
Good luck studying for MA.
Oh and please stop insulting my friends. THANKS.
Sigh! Silly romantics trying to use insipid pick up lines to woo the woman. OK. Maybe "insipid" was mean, even for me.
Mari, I wasn't offended by Mr. Anonymity. In fact, if anything I started it. But thanx for the defense nonetheless. You'd make a great bodyguard. :)
I don't think there's really that much to this situation. This is just a textbook example of an ultra intelligent, cool as hell girl (who happens to be fine!) attracting some guy.
consider it a compliment I guess...
You sir are the biggest ass kisser i know. Get off her jockstrap and get on mine.
"You sir are the biggest ass kisser i know. Get off her jockstrap and get on mine."
...says the person writing lame ass poetry in someone's comment section. Hmmm...
==================================
But, again, I stick to my guns. If this type of outlet works for you, far be it for me to hate on you for it. That said, my initial comments (the "anonymity is the refuge of idiots" line) was uncalled for. For that, you have my apology.
But if you want to exchange cybernetic quips, go right ahead. If it gets entertaining enough, I might just write a poem about it.
*Ahem*
"Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea..."
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