Some realizations

Today was an exceptionally happy day for me. I ran into a lot of friends and at work, people were being really nice. They didn't get mad, and a few even struck up conversation. It was very pleasant overall. Plus, I worked grill and bowls, so that eased my day and made work much more enjoyable.

But anyways. Some more realizations about my preferences. Kip will probably think that I'm being too analytical of myself. But I see it as reflection. It's a learning process. Learn more about yourself--your likes and dislikes. It makes Life a lot more fun, I think. That you pursue only what you want to pursue, and not what you don't. That you try new things, only if they spark your interest. I hate peer pressure. I get really annoyed when people try to peer pressure me. Decisions in life are, for the most part, simple yes or no. This is a rather ancient example, for I did end up bowling. (Enjoyed it, but would rather have agreed to do it on my own accord.) Either I want to bowl or I don't. Simple as that. Don't worry that I won't have fun if I decide to sit out and not bowl, because if I were worried I wouldn't have fun, I wouldn't have showed up at all. I am a people watcher--a gawker--what a creeper? And therefore, I like to sit and watch others in Life. So as I said, I ended up bowling. When I resign in my resolve and just give in to peer pressure. I'm never happy about that.

Things I find that I dislike:
-Being put in a vulnerable situation, where I could be subject to others' scrutiny. I like being a wallflower.
-Anything too socially whorish. That means parties and such. I like meeting people by chance. It doesn't happen often, but that's usually how good friendships start--which by the way never ever "chances" at mass gatherings. I'm talking deliberate mass gatherings. Places you go to see people and have people see you. Sickening.

Things I find that I love:
-Ethics and morality by one's own conviction--not by that of Christ or Religion.
-Anything about nature and behavior
-Anything artistic, designed, stylized
-Interactive outings, such as theme parks, LAKER GAMES, fairs, places where I can see stuff I've never seen before. By the way, movies and plays are not interactive. That's sit and watch. I get bored rather quickly. However, come to think of it, non-interactive activities, as long as they fall under "Anything about nature and behavior," is rather fine by me. I love big technologically-superior planetariums.

I'm not a young person. (I feel like I am Youth though--Youth seems to connote a certain vitality in Life, a certain intelligence and responsibility towards one's own actions. I love that. Youth is a much more activist and critically-thought-over version of Young, which can be synonymous to Paris Hilton--entertaining to some extent, but GROSS!) I find my tastes are rather old--not only in dietary preferences (hot water, prunes, granola...), but also in my hobbies. If you can really call those hobbies. Bore-bbies. I like enriching my life with stuff that makes me happy. I wish I had a lot of money too, because one "Thing I find that I love" that I forgot to list, is shopping. All kinds--grocery, convenient store, clothes, everything. I love looking at stuff, liking stuff, then eventually owning stuff. I'm a possessive betch, no?

I Snapped That

Go to a Laker game. You'll love it, I promise. Sit with the real and crazy fans. We're the ones who sit at the top. Well, I'm not crazy, but I'm real.

I'm watching Lakers right now. Kobe's picture-perfect pass to Ronny's nice, nice dunk.

Almost forgot about the Tryst

So on my WeHo tour, R showed me a mansion in the hills, and pointed out that it had a secret passageway. Nice, right?

Well, supposedly, it was used by Marilyn and RFK. He said it led to a suite, where they had their trysts.

Scandalous mofo! I didn't believe him at first. More like, I didn't want to. But, as I have already admitted, I don't want to--well I do want to, but I understand that I can't, know too much about politicians' lives. Many Americans have already passed away, wondering but never having known secrets to the mysteries shrouded and buried by those sneaky FBI, CIA, etc. agencies. Tragic. I wish I could at least take some secrets to my grave when I die. Then the fruits that sprout from the tree, nourished by my decaying body, will bore fruits of knowledge. How cute, how lovely. Just don't know how such Wendy-fruits would taste. I wouldn't think too good, since I am an "old lady," and eat dried fruits, bland crackers, and drink hot water.