10:11am... I've started wearing heels again. I managed to get through the last three years with a very casual wardrobe. I wear jeans and flip flops. That's what I've got. It's my life. But it's very casual down here, no one dresses up. It's frowned upon, I think. So, it was easy for lazy me to get acclimated. I used to wear a lot of heels back in the day. I'm five foot eight, but for some reason I spent an inordinate amount of time in high school being obsessed with my height. I wanted to be taller. It was trendy to want to be taller, to whine about your height and cry that you were small. It was possible to wear heels back then; I had a car, I was driving around everywhere, you could wear funky footwear. When i went to college, I was sans car and walking all over the place. That was my introduction to flats. Been wearing them ever since. I'm also a klutzy individual, and I do believe it's a matter of time before I fall and break my head due to coordination problems relating to footwear. Platforms, stilettos and I never really jelled. But, I was in the mall the other day and the shoe store was calling to me, literally. (I think I've seen sex and the city the movie way too many times.) Walked in, asked to see like, five pair. Made the sales girls crazy trying them on. I forgot how much I loved trying on shoes in the mirror. It is so luxuriously vain of me, but I can't help it? I felt like a frickin supermodel in those shoes. Had to buy them. Damn them if I can't walk properly (and I can't). So now I have to wear them. I'm not normally like that, I swear to god, I can't even put on eye makeup properly without stabbing myself, but the truth is that I feel more like a girl with them on. it's weird, like I was going against my gender by wearing flats. I loathe that pretty, dangerous shoes make me feel more like a woman. But they do. 

11:44am... I disagree with the assertion that in general, people aren't friendly. Yesterday I was driving to pick up my cousin to go see Pineapple Express (hysterically funny, I was crying I laughed so hard) and I was rocking out in the car to that Chris Brown techno-jam, Forever? it's good. Makes you happy kind of good. I don't think that radio fare these days is any good, but I like this one, and Chris Brown usually activates my gag reflex. Anyway, I pulled up to a light, singing and dancing in my seat, and the car next to me pulled up, saw me dancing, and joined in. It caught me by surprise, but I had to laugh. Maybe it was the holiday, maybe whatever. It was awesome. There are plenty of rude people out there, but the jam did its job, it brought us together. At the stop light, in the middle of the road.

1:22pm... The security guard in the building where I work is a chatterbox. You cannot go to the bathroom without him stopping you to make small talk. it's irritating, to say the least. The worst part of it is that when I try to respond, he cuts me off! I can't get a full sentence in! What the heck? Why bother talking to anyone if you're not going to let them speak? There is a shocking amount of people that to talk at other people, instead of talking with them. I can't get a word in edgewise. That, and he sits in the lobby all day, and every time you say a word out there it ricochets throughout, and he has a booming voice. It's like the voice of the Wizard of Oz shouting you down. And he's like, a miserable old guy. Complains about everything. I'm starting to think old people complain all the time, man or woman. It feels true. There is not one thing that Hank the security guard will not bitch about. This is why I don't think dating much older guys appeals to me. Even if he was Bill Gates. You have to deal with stuff like crabby old man syndrome. it's not worth it. Call me naive, or crazy, or whatever. Quality of life matters. it's one thing to grow old with someone and he evolves into a whiner cause he gets gout or prostate problems or whatever. But you'll do it together, at the same time, you know?  It is quite another thing to seek it out deliberately, and bypass all the cool people who are aging at your speed, on your level. What are those chicks doing? You want a psuedo-family member to yell at you that badly?That's why I'm kinda weirded out by inter-generational dating. I'm 25. There's no way I can relate to a 40 year old. Haha, what about that decade and a half between us? He was wearing leg warmers and doing blow when I was wearing diapers? C'mon, like we have anything substantive to talk about other than the weather. 

3:10pm... One more thing. I'm not one of those people who love stoner comedy. I'm not. I'm a drug-free zone. Pot makes me ill, I can't stand the smell. But Pineapple Express is funny. Legit funny. You don't have to puff cheeb to like this movie. There's a lot of physical comedy, a lot of witty comedy. The writing.... I wish I wrote that movie. And maybe I'm getting de-sensitized to it, but whenever they lit up in the movie, it was like watching them smoke regular cigarettes. Which is gross, and bad. I realized two things while watching that movie: 1. I know quite a few people who act like James Franco does in the movie, and they are drug-free. I think. They've never smoked pot in front of me. Two. The whole point of the movie is how pot messes up your life and causes problems, a comedy of errors related to the fact that the lead guy smokes up way too much. So, it was like a don't-do-drugs infomercial. A very funny infomercial. Oh, and one more thing. Three. It's a buddy movie. if you have friends, or a friend, see the movie.