going home annoyed

that's what i did today. not go home sick but annoyed. actually stressed is more accurate. same thing though, nothing really new to complain about.
also, i think i may have felt less tolerant today because i'm going through some pretty intense work on myself. ugh, i hate the way that even reads much less sounds but it's what i've chose to do with myself lately. learning those things that have kept me in a virtual social holding pattern. focusing on what needs to be changed and then actually taking those steps that lead to change. you know...little stuff.

when i was leaving i thought of what i could do with the rest of my day. a co-worker said, "sleep and ask for an answer". hey - i do odd, sage, unsolicited advice so i did that. i also went to the library and picked up a book. i actually thought, "i'm burned out on movies right now, i miss reading". oddness. but i did watch something last night.

flightplan. i walked into movie madness on valentine's day and thought, "what is the antithesis of valentine's day feeling?" and there it was. jodie foster playing a woman, a propulsion engineer, who loses her daughter on the biggest airplane in the world. an airplane she helped design. pure psych. thriller schlock. i can appreciate that genre now and then but this just wasn't good. i was pissed and was completely able to guess the ending. peter saarsgard did a great job of looking like he always does (to me anyway): slimy, bored and little dirty, like maybe he hadn't showered in three days. all in all: yawn. d. (it was the opposite of love though)

i just checked out my OLD website and was laughing, crying over my 21 and 22 year old self. iread about how i drank a lot. i even smoked. man, i did a lot road tripping. throughout the reading i actually became grateful for my 29 year old self. i can go to bed with that on my soul.