WHY DO MY PARENTS LIKE WATCHING "CHEATERS"?

If any of you know me, you know I can't stand overhearing the TV on in another room. Typically this bothers me most when the program features a screaming or pleading female, lots of explosions/violence, and people who are generally being terrorized somehow. It's also annoying when the soundtrack is terrible (though admittedly, I sometimes enjoy those tacky soundtracks), or there seems to be some terrible crisis/tragedy going on and people are trying to deal with it by crying a lot or yelling at each other. So my point! Well, lately I've been leaving the TV on in the kitchen while I'm on the computer (I can see it through the doorway to my left). I've noticed that, when I'm not interested in the show that's on, I enjoy it as some kind of white noise while I'm doing something else. This surprises me. Could it be because I'm absolutely disgusted with every musical album I own right now? Am I becoming a softie, a good ol' homebody? A brainless wonder? I don't know! Fortunately I've had enough of that HGTV nonsense so the TV is off as I type this.

I'm getting my website back. My super-awesome friend is letting me use some webspace (since I'm too apathetic to purchase hosting anymore) and, despite my initial creative rampage at the thought of having a new domain name, I think I'm going to stick to my original one I had years ago. I'LL UPDATE YOU AS SOON AS I FIGURE THIS JUNK OUT.

I need to find some more epic fiction to read. I find it painfully ironic that my favorite fantasy book of all time, Flight to Hollow Mountain by Mark Sebanc, was the first novel in what was supposed to become a series but never actually went anywhere. I vividly remember reading this book in bed at my childhood home during a wonderful summer while listening to Joy Electric's Melody (primarily one song, "Bee Hoping"; to this day that song always takes me back to the great scenes in the story). So imagine living in the misery of not finding any continuation of this story, nor any encouragement that it would ever happen. WELL. In the course of writing this entry, I have discovered the series does indeed continue but is now listed under two authors' combined names (Mark + James = Mark James). WTF! Why didn't I find this ages ago! SO CRUEL! Now I need to buy it.

Adam and I were talking recently about how we won't buy an item unless we flat out love it. Are you people like that, too? I don't get much enjoyment out of owning things I feel so-so about, but I get a thrill from being surrounded by things I love. Maybe I think about this now because for so long I owned many things I didn't feel a particular attachment to. Now that I can buy things myself, I seek out perfection in every item. I want every item to be some [ugh, yelling/arguing people on dumb/sometimes humorous Cheaters TV show] colorful aspect of who I am. And I love pretty things, things that look unique or old or shiny or embellished or feminine. I say all this just to sum up why I have been scouring the internet for cool things lately, from imported teas to fragrance sets. Do you guys do this? Even if I don't buy the stuff, it gives me a strange sense of self. I don't consider myself a materialistic, complicated person; I survived uber-fashionable St. Petersburg with lip balm and a gold-lame-music-note sweatshirt. I just love pretty things. Love. LOVE. Love. And I would rather have one item I adore than ten I feel "eh" about.

Suddenly I remember another strange thing that has been happening this week: I've been yelling obnoxiously a lot. I start fake arguments with my parents and throw up the "talk to the hand" thing, use the word "like" excessively to bother my dad, and sing made-up songs to Tucker until he gets angry and barks at me. My mom said today that I was being "obnoxious and testy." It was the same thing last night when I kept trying to close the book she was reading, simply to be annoying. I tried to pass it off as affection at first by patting her hand and smiling, then I'd yank her hand away and slam the book closed. What is wrong with me?! Is switching from Provigil to Adderall going to be a good thing? Right now I'm between medicines (another way of saying I've been too lazy to call in the Adderall prescription) and I truly think not being on any A.D.D. stuff might be causing me to act out around other people. Still, it's a lot of fun yelling at people from the other room (I know, like the TV!) or playing jaunty piano songs like I was doing this morning (hey, I was curious about my past! I haven't touched some of those books in 5 years!). Okay, I'm done.

NOW FOR SOME TEA AND CHOCOLATE.