The weather went from ungodly hot and humid to comfortably cool and rainy in the last two days. My roommates and I are discussing getting an air conditioner, which would really rock.

It’s been a pretty lazy couple of days…I really haven’t done a helluva lot. On Monday my mom emailed me to say a package had arrived from Ross, and I was planning on having dinner over there on Tuesday night so I had to endure a day of anticipation before I could go and get it. It was very sweet actually…he’d sent me a necklace he’d found at an airport as well as a sterling silver pendant in the shape of Australia. That was something I’d asked him to keep his eyes open for just in case it was around somewhere…it’s one of those items you know exists, but you’re not sure where to find. In any case, it was a very pleasant surprise and caused me to grin like an idiot for a long while.

And dinner with my parents was very nice indeed…we talked about my childhood–in particular my unwillingness/inability to sleep. I guess when I was an infant I would never sleep unless my mom or dad was holding me. The second they’d set me down in the crib I’d wake up and call out to them. Eventually Mom would just get herself a book and read while she held me as I slept, because no matter what she did I wouldn’t cooperate. When my brother was born and they brought him home, she was astonished that he’d sleep on his own in the crib. smile I guess that just shows how much I’ve always needed human contact, closeness, and intimacy. And that I’ve never been interested in sleeping. XD

Other things of interest…I guess I was really colicky when I was little, so I cried a lot. I must have given my parents hell. o.o And Mom said I used to jerk in my sleep a *lot*…you know the kind of thing that happens when you dream you’re falling and you jerk yourself awake? Even today, I do that a ton. Someone suggested that this is what happens when you astral travel and you re-enter your body suddenly. Hmm, it makes sense to me. Also, I had an imaginary friend named Pato (pronounced Pat-oh) who apparently I used to talk about all the time. My parents said they never heard me talking to him but I used to mention that he was hanging around all the time. Sadly they didn’t record any of the things I said about him, because it’s normal for children to have imaginary friends so they didn’t think about it too much. There’s a theory that imaginary friends are guardian angels/spirits and this also makes a lot of sense to me. My brother’s was named Gocha (Go-cha). These names are too bizarre to just have been made up. I don’t think we would have been that creative.

I really like hearing stories about what I was like as a child during the time before my memories began, because it seems that a lot of my traits have carried on the whole way. The whole conversation actually began because I asked my mom if my brother and I were ever obnoxious as kids (particularly in public.) I don’t recall ever misbehaving or causing a scene in public, and rarely at home (except, of course, the physical fighting I did with my brother) and she said that except for the sibling rivalry we were some of the best-behaved children she’d ever seen, and that she and Dad could take us anywhere in public without having to worry about us causing a ruckus. The majority of children I’ve seen in public have been whiny, loud, irritating, and obnoxious, and as my mom said of the kids she’s seen at the library (where she works) “They are enough to cause a person to want to become celibate.” They really are…I mean, these kids really turn me off from the idea of ever becoming a mother because sheesh…having these little things running around the house, destroying everything and causing mayhem…that is not attractive. I just picture what it’d be like to have my studio all set up and have them wanting to play with my art supplies, or even worse, to ruin my paintings in any number of different ways. shudder I do not have the patience nor the willingness to sacrifice my freedom required to raise children. Maybe one day I’ll feel differently but I seriously doubt it. I play the mother to so many people in my life that the nurturing instinct in me is fulfilled already.

Last night I napped for a bit after work, then went grocery shopping. My parents let me borrow their microwave for the summer, so I was able to “cook” again. XD Had some rice and a sandwich and some wine. Half a bottle to be exact. After watching a couple movies I did voice chat with Jules and Ross and Rosey. That was wonderful even though their connection was a bit dodgy, so there was some garbling and cutting out, but overall it wasn’t intolerable. Their accents are so yummy, but strangely they all wanted me to repeatedly pronounce the word “Crap” because for some reason they find it very cute. I don’t see anything cute about it myself, but it must sound odd to them or something. Ah well, as long as it tickles them the way it does, I’ll keep doing it. I wanted to stay up and talk to them but it was getting really late and the wine was making me sleepy. Ah well. I went to bed and had an incredibly active and motion-driven dream and woke up drooling like mad. I wonder what the dream was about…?

It’s not even 10:30 and my stomach is growling like mad. My coworkers and I are going out to lunch today, which we’re all excited for, and I think that’s making my stomach dance with anticipation. Mmmmmm.