My bookshelf is falling apart, it’s so full. I have nowhere else to put my pretties, but I’m so worried of walking by one morning to grab socks or something and getting crushed. I can’t wait until I have a nice little home where I can turn a room into a study with book shelves lining all of the walls. I would like to expand my collection today, but I don’t want to buy more books to just have them laying about.
I should look up some more creative, safe ways to store shit so I don't ruin it.
i'll put this under a read more so if you don't want to read, you don't have to! :3
BASICALLY i actually had a decent day today. the rescue i volunteer at gets volunteers from the local university here for a thing they do called service saturdays, where one saturday a month, they can sign up to volunteer at different places in the valley that need the help. which is really great, because sometimes a lot of people my age don't do that at all because they don't even know it's an option.
so my friend and i were the volunteer coordinators, meaning we basically just split the service saturday people up between us and then we start tackling our list of tasks that need accomplishing. it felt really weird to actually tell people my age what to do, but i got two girls that were SO helpful and it just made it a lot easier and a lot of fun. we cleaned cages and did some outside stuff and got to spend a lot of time with the animals. a few of the other volunteers got on my nerves though, because they basically just goofed off, or didn't take what they needed to do seriously, so they began to wander to more interesting things before their jobs were complete. also one guy wouldn't stop talking about how he scruffs his cats for fun even though we were all 1. ignoring him and 2. telling him that wasn't good to do.
i also had to avoid more questions of 'oh don't you like this?' in regards to food, because the lady who runs the rescue provided muffins, juice, nuts, and fruit for the volunteers to snack on and i don't have enough fingers and toes to count the number of times i've told her no thanks. last week i finally told her i was autistic and am sensitive to textures in my food (her husband is autistic too, so she understood which made me feel great!), but i had to deal with the other volunteers poking fun. i let it go because it's not like they know me.
i'm finally home now and i'm just about done being able to people, because after a full week of school and then this on top of all that i'm just burnt out. i plan on eating my favorite noms and writing and then i'm watching doctor who with my friend tonight! we're starting with the 9th doctor too. :3
Again, I don't mean this in a conceited way but I hate people who think they know more about something than I do. It's like all of a sudden, they're geniuses about my interests, but really, they have no idea about it. It's like they can't be any original. I can't say this without sounding like a huge asshole, but seriously, fuck off and be yourself.
I don't mean this in a conceited way but it is so annoying to have one of those friends that gets to the point that me and a guy are together. When I sit down with a guy best friend, and all of a sudden that friend comes to me and screams out that we're in love. "Aww, look, Munirah and [insert name here] are together!" "Ngaw, they're gonna kiss soon." "She's flirting! Look! Aww!" It's so hard not to say anything about it without sounding like a biggish asshole, but seriously, fuck off and mind your own business man.
