who i am

I reached the next hole in my belt yesterday. It makes me happy cause when I bought the belt, it was almost not even on the farthest one. Now only one more until I have to give the belt away, or use it for something other than holding up my pants. Like threatening children. Yep. That is the first place I went with "Other uses for a belt". I swear I don't hate kids, I just don't want to be around them when they're annoying. To be fair, I feel the same way about adults that are annoying. Maybe I'll use the belt to threaten them. I'll carry it with me when I'm on the train at night. Look out, hoodlums, I've got my belt.

I'm still listening to fun. on repeat. Oh? You don't understand what I'm saying because you "have a life" and don't wait for and memorize every update I post? First of all, rude. Second, I've been listening to fun. the band, pretty much non-stop since Sunday night. And the only reason it's "pretty much" and not "totally" is because I've had to work and talk to people at some points in between then and now. But that hasn't stopped me from singing/humming whenever I have the chance. At least I've moved from only the song "Some Nights" to the whole album. I was in a weird headspace Sunday evening and that song pulled me through. That song and half a package of Mint Oreos. The later of which I greatly regretted the next morning.

When I look down at my tummy, I can see it pulsing to the beat of my heart. Why is that? Is it because that's where my diaphragm is and it's a muscle and muscles have a lot of blood? Or is my heart beating SO hard that it's vibrating into my Tum Tum? I don't know. I don't care. It's science. My thoughts on science: If I'm not dead, it's working, I don't care how, but it's working.

When I finish this, I'm going to watch another episode of CSI: New York. Because I can. On my computer. Because the DVD Drive works. I haven't had a working DVD drive since 2007. Yay. Some people seem confused when I say I love shows like CSI and CSI: New York (but not CSI: Miami, Horatio can suck it). They say they wouldn't think I'd watch shows like that. What kind of shows do people think I'd watch? Probably documentaries. I'm sure I come across very intellectual.

I think I'm getting sick. Or allergies. Or something is going wrong in my face. My throat hurts and a nostril is plugged. Just one. Why only one? And where does the stuffy come from? Is there a pocket in my brain and as soon as I get sick, the flood gates are let loose down the nose holes? Or, is it created and formed as soon as the sickness comes? Why do some people have The Stuffy all the time and some people only when they're sick?

Sorry guys. It's time. CSI: New York is calling to me. I hear you, Gary Sinise.