Weekend Wrapup

Well nothing exciting going on in my little world. That *runaway bride* seems to be back in good ole Georgia, and now the authorities are trying to decide if they should press charges. In my opinion, not that it matters but I have one, I think she should. Some kind of probation I think is in order for all the manpower WASTED on trying to find her ass. Granted I'm glad she's ok, but shit, I can't believe, as a WOMAN, she didn't even tell her best friend. SHe really has some issues. I would have told mine, or my sister, probably both. Anyhoo, she should also be fined. Like 10g's or something. I mean kidnapping is a federal offense so the FBI was involved. Men, what would you do/think about this if you had a fiance who up and took off? Just curious. If I were her friend, I certainly would be pissed for a while, but we'd still be friends. I think.

I am pissed because I didn't work out much. Just Friday. I'm feeling hefty and I don't like it. But I have a final tomorrow on Japanese Art History and my head's about to explode. So I figure after tomorrow, I'm busting my ass up the mountain here (Kennesaw). I'll post a link maybe in the future for any of you history buffs. I just too tired at the moment. I still have to finish my essay and type it up. I'm the Queen of Procrastination. I hate it yet love it. Because I get the best grades. How that works I do not know, it's just a fact. So I have until 6:00pm to I think it's 6, or 6:30. Hoping 6:30, to get it all done, AND study for the rest of it. Well I know what I'm doing for lunch tomorrow.

I also was rooting through some photos. A part of me needs to throw some out, but I just can't. I saw some photos of a man, well the first one, I fell in love with. And, well, I was going through the *I miss* phase. NOt necessarily him, it's been a long time now. Just the things. Or I was remembering certain instances that happened right before or after the picture was taken. My sister says I should throw a lot of things out *I'm a pack rat*, but I always say they are usually a part of a memory. For instance, I have guitar picks everywhere. Well when I look at that guitar pick I know what/where/who I was with, etc. That memory isn't triggered on its own. So if I get rid of things I will feel that I will be getting rid of those memories. Oh those memories are there, but I guess what I mean is I will be throwing away the key to those memories. ONe day those memories are all I will have. So anyway, I won't throw away any pictures, but I suppose I can throw SOME of those guitar picks away! See, a compromise! Although I thought I had thrown ALL of the photos away of my very first boyfriend/sexual encounter. NOT! Not that it's a bad thing I guess, because I'm always reminded of him (his sister, is my Best Friend, lo-o-ong story I will gladly post one day just so I don't forget LOL). But it was a painful experience when he left. Although, not as painful as it was losing someone I actually loved (see man above). I miss holding hands with him. Or someone. Well, not just ANYone but you know what I mean. And I was also thinking about holding hands with children. My niece will hold my hand, although I guess now she's getting older *she doesn't do that sort of stuff!* But of course those two types of holding hands are different. When my niece holds my hand, it's so small. I feel like....I'm a protector of sorts. It is a good feeling. When a man holds my hand, and I mean MAN, I want man hands here hehe, I like big hands, well not huge, but like, working hands I suppose. ANYway, when I have my hand in his, it's like I'm being protected. This too is a good feeling. I hate holding hands with someone who has fish hands. You all know the type. If you've shaken hands. Or you may have that type of hand. I had a lover once, he was extremely thin. And he had thin hands, but large ones. Still not quite the same. Almost had a woman's touch I guess. Not that I didn't like it because a woman's touch is nice *refrain from the comment on this Y LOL*, but just something about a hand that just FEELS like a man, tougher skin, thicker fingers, more muscles. It's interesting the types of handholding, man/woman, versus woman/child. I guess that's why I like my men, well, manly. Oh I don't have to have GQ, by far, I prefer ones that actually have a nice look, that kinda blend in, yet there's something I find appealing and not necessarily wanted by the entire female population. But not like a bear either. First off **ick** on the hair ha. But I'm a tall woman, and I like the feel of a taller man. And preferably heavier than I ha. It's interesting the types of handholding and their significance or meanings and the feelings they evoke between man/woman, woman/child, even man/child, hell even woman/woman (yea yea i know, straight men don't hold hands but man/man I will put here too). Oh well. Those have been my thoughts today.

I hope I don't dream because then I'll be sad for the next few days while in reverie...