I have spectacular news.
I'm still very quite alive. Typically a good thing. On the lesser side of spectacular, my blog is mostly dead.... This calls for revival. And to start, time during a lunch break at work. Perfect, yeah?
Where to start....?
I've started writing a new piece of music, which is yet untitled. But.... it has much revision to be done. Inspiration comes in spurts.... As does my motivation for writing it down..... I know, I know, there are programs that could do it for me. But hey, I'm a starving college student. What do you expect?
And here's why. I've started painting my wardrobe with fantastic (but outrageous) clothes. Some of which are jeans. I'm afraid to admit, I'm a shopaholic. Hardcore. It doesn't matter that I already have what I want to buy, I don't have THAT ONE. And so, the cycle continues ... At least I'm dressed well as a result....
Lastly, I'm excited to admit that I've started flossing. And my life has improved greatly. If you ever need a non conventional stress reliever, try flossing.
Back to work you slackers!
Cheers.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Late Night Macarena, Rashes and Makeup
And so now I find myself listening to the Macarena at 11:00pm. Brilliant! What could be a better end to my day than a late night dance party through my head phones?
In other slightly more exciting news, I discovered a disconcerting rash around my navel. Yikes! So I told my brother and his wife they could inherit my savings if it turned fatal. To my heart's desire, they promised to buy a BlendTec with it. If you come to my funeral, there may be smoothies. [: But in all seriousness, a BlendTec is the bomb. Especially with a 4' pitcher! It's the blender Jamba Juice uses. And wow. Just imagine how smooth chunky protein drinks would become. And delicious! Oh peanut butter chocolate banana drink.... I'll get you one day....
Lastly, I neglected to wear any makeup today. This isn't anything fantastic, or at least wouldn't be, had I not been complimented on it. Ouch! I don't think I've der been so slow to take a compliment... In any case.... It's not that I dislike myself with a naked face, I just prefer it with makeup.
I suppose I'll head to bed.... Seeing as my Macarena is over. [: Cheers!
In other slightly more exciting news, I discovered a disconcerting rash around my navel. Yikes! So I told my brother and his wife they could inherit my savings if it turned fatal. To my heart's desire, they promised to buy a BlendTec with it. If you come to my funeral, there may be smoothies. [: But in all seriousness, a BlendTec is the bomb. Especially with a 4' pitcher! It's the blender Jamba Juice uses. And wow. Just imagine how smooth chunky protein drinks would become. And delicious! Oh peanut butter chocolate banana drink.... I'll get you one day....
Lastly, I neglected to wear any makeup today. This isn't anything fantastic, or at least wouldn't be, had I not been complimented on it. Ouch! I don't think I've der been so slow to take a compliment... In any case.... It's not that I dislike myself with a naked face, I just prefer it with makeup.
I suppose I'll head to bed.... Seeing as my Macarena is over. [: Cheers!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Spock, Injustice and The Little Lad Who Loves Berries and Cream
There is a certain amount of trust we put in our hairdressers, barbers, cosmetologists, the like. I feel as though today's experience greatly betrayed any and all trust I put into mine today. No, she wasn't even MINE. MINE is still back home, because I couldn't convince her to move here yet. The thing about MY hairdresser was that she always gave me the perfect haircut for my face, figure, and personality. Hilde, I missed you when I first moved, and today I miss you even more.
I was so excited to get my hair cut today, back to its formal glory and cuteness. Luckily, my hair was cut well enough [again, thank you Hilde] that it maintained its shape, even as it grew, unlike it has when others have cut my hair. Somehow half always grows longer, and the texture frizzes out hardcore. So as I lent out my trust today by asking "I'd like the same hair cut, a few more layers in the back, and about 1.5" off in length. Also, please be sure to cut it dry, because I have wavy hair, and doesn't get cut evenly when it's wet" what that actually translated into with a look at the result was "Please make me look like a cross between Spock and the weird guy on the Skittles commercial who is 'the little lad who loves berries and cream,' with no regard to blending my layers. Also, go ahead and chop off two inches, leave no room for anyone who has any skill to fix it, and ruin my day." Did you miss something? Or was that just me?
My excitement bloomed into terror as she started my hair cut by spritzing my hair with water. Water gets things wet.... Water makes my hair wavy.... Water leads to an uneven cut....
But I was pretty chill with it, giving her the benefit of the doubt [why, I don't know, because in the oh, I don't know, seven years I've been struggling with egotistical hairdressers to cut my hair DRY because I'm RIGHT] that she knew what she was doing. She also thinned it while it was wet. Wet. Soggy. Sopping. WET!
By now I was a flaming mess with the look of a wet dog. And she was done. That's when I said "Excuse me.... My hair needs to be dry to tell if it's even, and to see how the layers look." Begrudingly, and after showing my the pricing she dried my hair, snipped on it some more, and gave me the mirror asking for approval and release. She even pulled the line "Let me talk to my manager to see if I can finish you, because I think there is someone else waiting." Rubbish. I anticipated paying the price for a cut and a style, and told her that in the first place. However.... The price I ended up paying was for a shampoo and cut, with no style involved. What I don't understand is how you can cut someone's hair, leave it wet and unresolved, and send them on their way. I don't think so.... That is another $10 please. [: Ridiculous.... Not only that, but that $10 involved blowdrying my hair [which I'd taken great care to do already that morning], and flat ironing it [wrong. Why in Hades would I iron my hair under?! Obviously, it was straight down with no curl when I came in, why curl it and get embarrassed and baffled that I iron it straight when I ask you to iron it straight?!], and adding hairspray at the very end.
Next she forgot the layers in the back to help with volume. By layers she interpreted that as "Would you please chop off the length and leave the sides long so it doesn't transition at all from sides to back?" She also used hair clippers with no attachment on my neckline. Did I ask for that? Did she ask if I wanted my hair shaved? For those of you who don't know, I have a very pretty neckline, with no undesirable hair, and a lovely shape. Well.... At least I used to. I was so disgusted at this point that when she took the cape off and said "I forgot to shape your bangs!" I said very loudly "No, I will do those myself." Funnily, those are the only parts of my hair that look fantastic. There wasn't even anything fantastic about my haircut, other than it was a fantastic disaster.
On my way out the door, I told her how displeased I was with her service, but obviously didn't prove it, as I still tipped her. Why I did that, I have no idea. I really should not have. It was either a pity tip, or I was in such a state of shock, that I tipped her out of habit.
The drama didn't REALLY set in until I got home and more closely examined the damage. And that's when the tears started. Well not really. I passed my brother on my way home, and he on his way out. He didn't even notice. But, I don't get my hair cut for other people to notice. I get my hair cut because it's a confidence thing for me. To have it absolutely botched, with blunt edges, to blending, too short to do fix anything, and really truly ugly to me, is a complete esteem bomb. The only consolation is that hair grows. But that doesn't help me NOW while my hair is still too short. I have shed many tears at the injustice of this terrible act.
This is truly why I'll pay very well for a fabulous haircut. The emotional distress and trauma isn't worth it. And no, I will not post pictures, it's too disgusting for view. But I've written well over a thousand words, so that makes up for it. My plans for the day have disintegrated. I was supposed to go to a career fair. Everything was perfect. My outfit was adorable and professional. My makeup was stunning. My breakfast was delicious. My legs were smooth and lotioned. My teeth were pristine. My hair was an inch and a half too long, but infinitely better than it is now. But as a result of my drive for perfection, and my trust in the unknown, my plans, as well as my esteem, was shot so bloodily I was destroyed.
There is much to be mended. There is a heart to be fixed. There is a head of [not much] hair to be worked on. There is esteem to be pieced back together. There is trust to be rebuilt.
This will not happen quickly. I do believe I'll be overpaying for haircuts until I can find a reasonable price with a great talent. I would rather overpay and look fabulous, than pay standard and look like garbage.
I am not feeling so cheery, and all the byes have something good associated with them. So I will simply say, with a morose soul and maudlin heart, do not get your hair cut at Fantastic Sam's.
I was so excited to get my hair cut today, back to its formal glory and cuteness. Luckily, my hair was cut well enough [again, thank you Hilde] that it maintained its shape, even as it grew, unlike it has when others have cut my hair. Somehow half always grows longer, and the texture frizzes out hardcore. So as I lent out my trust today by asking "I'd like the same hair cut, a few more layers in the back, and about 1.5" off in length. Also, please be sure to cut it dry, because I have wavy hair, and doesn't get cut evenly when it's wet" what that actually translated into with a look at the result was "Please make me look like a cross between Spock and the weird guy on the Skittles commercial who is 'the little lad who loves berries and cream,' with no regard to blending my layers. Also, go ahead and chop off two inches, leave no room for anyone who has any skill to fix it, and ruin my day." Did you miss something? Or was that just me?
My excitement bloomed into terror as she started my hair cut by spritzing my hair with water. Water gets things wet.... Water makes my hair wavy.... Water leads to an uneven cut....
But I was pretty chill with it, giving her the benefit of the doubt [why, I don't know, because in the oh, I don't know, seven years I've been struggling with egotistical hairdressers to cut my hair DRY because I'm RIGHT] that she knew what she was doing. She also thinned it while it was wet. Wet. Soggy. Sopping. WET!
By now I was a flaming mess with the look of a wet dog. And she was done. That's when I said "Excuse me.... My hair needs to be dry to tell if it's even, and to see how the layers look." Begrudingly, and after showing my the pricing she dried my hair, snipped on it some more, and gave me the mirror asking for approval and release. She even pulled the line "Let me talk to my manager to see if I can finish you, because I think there is someone else waiting." Rubbish. I anticipated paying the price for a cut and a style, and told her that in the first place. However.... The price I ended up paying was for a shampoo and cut, with no style involved. What I don't understand is how you can cut someone's hair, leave it wet and unresolved, and send them on their way. I don't think so.... That is another $10 please. [: Ridiculous.... Not only that, but that $10 involved blowdrying my hair [which I'd taken great care to do already that morning], and flat ironing it [wrong. Why in Hades would I iron my hair under?! Obviously, it was straight down with no curl when I came in, why curl it and get embarrassed and baffled that I iron it straight when I ask you to iron it straight?!], and adding hairspray at the very end.
Next she forgot the layers in the back to help with volume. By layers she interpreted that as "Would you please chop off the length and leave the sides long so it doesn't transition at all from sides to back?" She also used hair clippers with no attachment on my neckline. Did I ask for that? Did she ask if I wanted my hair shaved? For those of you who don't know, I have a very pretty neckline, with no undesirable hair, and a lovely shape. Well.... At least I used to. I was so disgusted at this point that when she took the cape off and said "I forgot to shape your bangs!" I said very loudly "No, I will do those myself." Funnily, those are the only parts of my hair that look fantastic. There wasn't even anything fantastic about my haircut, other than it was a fantastic disaster.
On my way out the door, I told her how displeased I was with her service, but obviously didn't prove it, as I still tipped her. Why I did that, I have no idea. I really should not have. It was either a pity tip, or I was in such a state of shock, that I tipped her out of habit.
The drama didn't REALLY set in until I got home and more closely examined the damage. And that's when the tears started. Well not really. I passed my brother on my way home, and he on his way out. He didn't even notice. But, I don't get my hair cut for other people to notice. I get my hair cut because it's a confidence thing for me. To have it absolutely botched, with blunt edges, to blending, too short to do fix anything, and really truly ugly to me, is a complete esteem bomb. The only consolation is that hair grows. But that doesn't help me NOW while my hair is still too short. I have shed many tears at the injustice of this terrible act.
This is truly why I'll pay very well for a fabulous haircut. The emotional distress and trauma isn't worth it. And no, I will not post pictures, it's too disgusting for view. But I've written well over a thousand words, so that makes up for it. My plans for the day have disintegrated. I was supposed to go to a career fair. Everything was perfect. My outfit was adorable and professional. My makeup was stunning. My breakfast was delicious. My legs were smooth and lotioned. My teeth were pristine. My hair was an inch and a half too long, but infinitely better than it is now. But as a result of my drive for perfection, and my trust in the unknown, my plans, as well as my esteem, was shot so bloodily I was destroyed.
There is much to be mended. There is a heart to be fixed. There is a head of [not much] hair to be worked on. There is esteem to be pieced back together. There is trust to be rebuilt.
This will not happen quickly. I do believe I'll be overpaying for haircuts until I can find a reasonable price with a great talent. I would rather overpay and look fabulous, than pay standard and look like garbage.
I am not feeling so cheery, and all the byes have something good associated with them. So I will simply say, with a morose soul and maudlin heart, do not get your hair cut at Fantastic Sam's.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Bargain Food. That's It!
More often then not, I find myself making deals and promises with myself just to get through a task. For example, the only way I could drag my sorry carcass out of bed this morning to run was by telling myself "you'll feel better.... " in my sweetest crooning voice. Moreover, on the run itself, I was far past due to quit, but somehow managed to convince myself, only to let myself down, that "you can slow down once you cross this street" or "how about just to that tree?" No. My promises were soon broken and refilled with another too good to be true flat faced lie.
The saddest of all accounts is happening immediately. It has taken me over two hours to finish 3/4 of my double stacked black bean chipotle burger. Two hours! PLUS! The best excuse I could come up with was "you can have another glass of water if you finish... :D" Absolutely ridiculous. Here I am, about to die, and the best thing I can think of to offer myself is water? And from the tap....
In any case, I'd best be back to my duty.... Cheers...
The saddest of all accounts is happening immediately. It has taken me over two hours to finish 3/4 of my double stacked black bean chipotle burger. Two hours! PLUS! The best excuse I could come up with was "you can have another glass of water if you finish... :D" Absolutely ridiculous. Here I am, about to die, and the best thing I can think of to offer myself is water? And from the tap....
In any case, I'd best be back to my duty.... Cheers...
Thursday, September 2, 2010
SAA, Tans and Bus Passes
Alright all you Copper Bebes and Tree Frogs hooligans, this one is for you. And me of course. [:
Hi, My name is Melanie, and I've gone 72 hours without sweets. With a change in diet, I've decided to start my own support group for sugar addicts like myself. We'll call it Sugar Addicts Anonymous. Oh how original! Teeheehee. Anywho, instead of serving cookies and juice at the end, we'll have protein shakes. Brilliant, no?
Now don't think I'm crazy for what I'm about to say. My brother knows a bit about nutrition. A few of them do actually, but particularly this one. After noticing what I eat [more like what I don't eat] he educated me on the benefits of protein. I thought I was getting enough, even though I am vegetarian. However.... He soon told me the difference between animal and plant protein break downs. So.... although I was getting enough protein for an omnivore, I was at half of what I should be for an herbivore.
Since increasing my protein intake, my sugar cravings have been tamed. For example... There is a bag of delicious chocolate chip oatmeal cookies that have been sitting on our counter since Sunday. Yes. And today is Thursday. It is absolutely fantastic to not be a sugar peon. However.... I still get tripped up on images of sugar.... I've noticed I google images of chocolate and cheesecake more than I used to.... I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad....
You'd think that living in Hawaii has maybe boosted my tan, but sadly, it's barely noticeable still. No worries. I have roughly five years to become not albino.
Lastly, I'll mention the joys of a bus pass. I am absolutely thrilled to not have to shell out $2.50 per ride. I feel a great sense of triumph just flashing my bus card and moving on in the line. And I don't feel so bad for taking a wrong bus, or getting off at the wrong stop. Boom chief! I got the power!
Talk about a nineties flashback. Or was that eighties? In anycase, now comes the part of the day where I become a cleaned up citizen of Hawaii instead of some mangey bum that lounges around all day. Cheers!
P.s. Disclaimer- Increasing protein doesn't necessarily mean eating meat. In fact, I still do not eat meat, I have merely supplemented my diet with protein powder.
Hi, My name is Melanie, and I've gone 72 hours without sweets. With a change in diet, I've decided to start my own support group for sugar addicts like myself. We'll call it Sugar Addicts Anonymous. Oh how original! Teeheehee. Anywho, instead of serving cookies and juice at the end, we'll have protein shakes. Brilliant, no?
Now don't think I'm crazy for what I'm about to say. My brother knows a bit about nutrition. A few of them do actually, but particularly this one. After noticing what I eat [more like what I don't eat] he educated me on the benefits of protein. I thought I was getting enough, even though I am vegetarian. However.... He soon told me the difference between animal and plant protein break downs. So.... although I was getting enough protein for an omnivore, I was at half of what I should be for an herbivore.
Since increasing my protein intake, my sugar cravings have been tamed. For example... There is a bag of delicious chocolate chip oatmeal cookies that have been sitting on our counter since Sunday. Yes. And today is Thursday. It is absolutely fantastic to not be a sugar peon. However.... I still get tripped up on images of sugar.... I've noticed I google images of chocolate and cheesecake more than I used to.... I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad....
You'd think that living in Hawaii has maybe boosted my tan, but sadly, it's barely noticeable still. No worries. I have roughly five years to become not albino.
Lastly, I'll mention the joys of a bus pass. I am absolutely thrilled to not have to shell out $2.50 per ride. I feel a great sense of triumph just flashing my bus card and moving on in the line. And I don't feel so bad for taking a wrong bus, or getting off at the wrong stop. Boom chief! I got the power!
Talk about a nineties flashback. Or was that eighties? In anycase, now comes the part of the day where I become a cleaned up citizen of Hawaii instead of some mangey bum that lounges around all day. Cheers!
P.s. Disclaimer- Increasing protein doesn't necessarily mean eating meat. In fact, I still do not eat meat, I have merely supplemented my diet with protein powder.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Happy Landing, Poke and Costco
Well, it's official. I live in Hawaii. I arrived a few days ago, and have loved every second of it since. I do believe this is one place for me. The weather is perfect, the people are lovely, and although I haven't made it over to the beach yet, I'll get there.
I've been learning a whole new language, in a sense. I never would have guessed that makai means toward the ocean, kona means leeward, and howle means white person. I'm getting better, but I still have lengths to go. Also... getting my bank set up was fantastic. I now have a bank account. [: With a whole $10 in it! But that's ok for now.
Anywho... I soon learned what poke [pronounced closer to polkie] is. I'm not certain there's anything that compares in the states. It's pretty much cubed sashimi with lots of spices and fun stuff. Being veg, I get to avoid it. Luckily. But it does look very pretty. [:
And to top it all off, we DO have a Costco. Bulk purchasing here I come! [:
Out to enjoy the weather. Cheers! :D
P.s. took this picture on the UH campus. Amazing flower!
I've been learning a whole new language, in a sense. I never would have guessed that makai means toward the ocean, kona means leeward, and howle means white person. I'm getting better, but I still have lengths to go. Also... getting my bank set up was fantastic. I now have a bank account. [: With a whole $10 in it! But that's ok for now.
Anywho... I soon learned what poke [pronounced closer to polkie] is. I'm not certain there's anything that compares in the states. It's pretty much cubed sashimi with lots of spices and fun stuff. Being veg, I get to avoid it. Luckily. But it does look very pretty. [:
And to top it all off, we DO have a Costco. Bulk purchasing here I come! [:
Out to enjoy the weather. Cheers! :D
P.s. took this picture on the UH campus. Amazing flower!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Geg, Pandora and Packing
Well, yours truly is stuck in an airport...
Guess which one?
Spokane.....
Yep. [: But it's ok. I'll get home eventually. And it was completey worth my time to come up here. And it's not like I'm in any rush to be back home... Well, just one. But all that packing? ! Yeah right...,
I suppose I'd better do it anywho though. I can't imagine I'd be too ecstatic to arrive to Hawaii with no luggage. Oops. I guess i wouldn't be as hard to pick out outfits...
In other news, Pandora is feeding my brain ad my ride is 40 minutes late. Abd I mean the plane by that.
So, I'll leave you now to board. Cheers!
Guess which one?
Spokane.....
Yep. [: But it's ok. I'll get home eventually. And it was completey worth my time to come up here. And it's not like I'm in any rush to be back home... Well, just one. But all that packing? ! Yeah right...,
I suppose I'd better do it anywho though. I can't imagine I'd be too ecstatic to arrive to Hawaii with no luggage. Oops. I guess i wouldn't be as hard to pick out outfits...
In other news, Pandora is feeding my brain ad my ride is 40 minutes late. Abd I mean the plane by that.
So, I'll leave you now to board. Cheers!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Identity, Hawaii and Time
I really do wish I had a few things of my own. Moreover, I wish I'd found some things already in life. Sure, everything changes after high school, what more could I expect? People, places, things, all the common nouns. In a way I suppose we all grow up. But what happens when we don't? Better yet, what happens when we can't?
I've promised myself to maybe grow up one day. I've promised myself great things.
I've promised myself to become great things. I've promised myself to do great things.
But it's hard for me to keep those promises when all I hear are rumors about me
I will be great. I am great. I can become greater.
Please understand that it will take time to develop my identity. Don't try to inhibit my dreams. Don't try to stop my plans.
If you can't keep up you'll have to get out.
Cheers.
I've promised myself to maybe grow up one day. I've promised myself great things.
I've promised myself to become great things. I've promised myself to do great things.
But it's hard for me to keep those promises when all I hear are rumors about me
I will be great. I am great. I can become greater.
Please understand that it will take time to develop my identity. Don't try to inhibit my dreams. Don't try to stop my plans.
If you can't keep up you'll have to get out.
Cheers.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
x x x
No, this isn't a disgusting or graphic post. I just happen to be very excited about my new phone. And yes, I am indeed blogging on it.
BE AMAZED!!! :D
Anywho, unfortunately my inbox isn't working, so text is a no go for now.
BUT!
That doesn't mean stay away.
Cheers!
BE AMAZED!!! :D
Anywho, unfortunately my inbox isn't working, so text is a no go for now.
BUT!
That doesn't mean stay away.
Cheers!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Sun, Solution and David Tennant
Ok ok, let's get one thing straight here people. Here's the truth. Brace yourself, and velcro your shoe straps.
Yes, it's true, I recently fake-baked.
-Sigh-
I'm almost ashamed, but not really. I'm more ashamed at how many spray tans and lotions there are, and how many people buy them. I'd lost my faith in them once before, but last week one of my best ladies and I decided to give them a second chance. She was smart, and only did her legs. I was less brilliant, and decided to do my entire body.
Haha.
Someone looks like a tiger!
Rawr!! ;D
So to compensate [besides scrubbing with a brillo pad], I vowed to myself to actually get into the sun. Today was the first day that I've soaked more than 10 minutes of sun. Shazaam for me. Unfortunately, I don't think it did a thing....
Apparently my life is changing in all sorts of directions, as I also changed contact solutions. While I was using Aquify, and it was decent, I switched over to Clear Care at the recommendation of my guy. Oh. My. Gosh. It was like putting on a fresh pair of contacts.... They're both made by Ciba, Clear Care is far superior to anything I've ever used. Spoiler: Clean your lenses at night [when you SHOULD be taking them out anyway! Unless of course you're in Night & Day lenses....] because it takes at least six hours for the solution to neutralize.
Anywho.... Oh! :D That's right! My guy and I recently
[another short term change....] finished Season 4 of Dr. Who. AKA the best. AKA my favorite. AKA INCREDIBLE! :D In other words, David Tennant is my favorite actor. Ever. The point it, in the film The End Of Time Pts 1 & 2, The Doctor regenerates into the Doctor of season 5. Unfortunately.... This means no more David Tennant as The Doctor.... I'm not entirely certain my appreciation of Dr. Who will be as great.... I mean, sure, I'll still watch it, but I may not approve as greatly as I did when Tennant was the Doctor. Compare.... Tennant vs Smith.... The superior is clear. 
Ok, so maybe their contexts are skewed.... Seeing as Smith looks extremely feminine. Maybe I'll try that again. But, even with those pics it's apparent Tennant is, well.... [: So cute. More professionally, his personality is Shazaam! Though, I suppose to get a fair judgement, I'll actually have to watch the 11th Doctor.... WITH an open mind.... Feh....
Enough of my slight Tennant obsession.
Have a great day. [: Cheers!
Yes, it's true, I recently fake-baked.
-Sigh-
I'm almost ashamed, but not really. I'm more ashamed at how many spray tans and lotions there are, and how many people buy them. I'd lost my faith in them once before, but last week one of my best ladies and I decided to give them a second chance. She was smart, and only did her legs. I was less brilliant, and decided to do my entire body.
Haha.
Someone looks like a tiger!
Rawr!! ;D
So to compensate [besides scrubbing with a brillo pad], I vowed to myself to actually get into the sun. Today was the first day that I've soaked more than 10 minutes of sun. Shazaam for me. Unfortunately, I don't think it did a thing....
Apparently my life is changing in all sorts of directions, as I also changed contact solutions. While I was using Aquify, and it was decent, I switched over to Clear Care at the recommendation of my guy. Oh. My. Gosh. It was like putting on a fresh pair of contacts.... They're both made by Ciba, Clear Care is far superior to anything I've ever used. Spoiler: Clean your lenses at night [when you SHOULD be taking them out anyway! Unless of course you're in Night & Day lenses....] because it takes at least six hours for the solution to neutralize.
Anywho.... Oh! :D That's right! My guy and I recently
[another short term change....] finished Season 4 of Dr. Who. AKA the best. AKA my favorite. AKA INCREDIBLE! :D In other words, David Tennant is my favorite actor. Ever. The point it, in the film The End Of Time Pts 1 & 2, The Doctor regenerates into the Doctor of season 5. Unfortunately.... This means no more David Tennant as The Doctor.... I'm not entirely certain my appreciation of Dr. Who will be as great.... I mean, sure, I'll still watch it, but I may not approve as greatly as I did when Tennant was the Doctor. Compare.... Tennant vs Smith.... The superior is clear. 
Ok, so maybe their contexts are skewed.... Seeing as Smith looks extremely feminine. Maybe I'll try that again. But, even with those pics it's apparent Tennant is, well.... [: So cute. More professionally, his personality is Shazaam! Though, I suppose to get a fair judgement, I'll actually have to watch the 11th Doctor.... WITH an open mind.... Feh....
Enough of my slight Tennant obsession.
Have a great day. [: Cheers!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Phones, Dairy and Summer
Yes, it's true, I'm getting a new phone and switching services in July. Why? You ask. Because.... Verizon appears to have better coverage where I'm moving to, that being my little secret. [: In any case, my guy just got a Motorola Droid, and while that's NOT! the phone I'm getting, it DOES! happen to be WAY! cool. [: I do have to say though.... Statistically mine will be twice as cool, and subjectively, mine will be infinitely cooler. However, this isn't a competition, I just happen to be very excited to be getting the HTC Incredible, hopefully sooner than later.
As for dairy.... I don't know exactly how feasible it is to develop allergies half way through life [apparently I'm only living to be 36?], but I've noticed a sensitivity to dairy products [NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I MUST! HAVE ICE CREAM!], and eggs. Not that eggs are dairy. With mixed emotions, I've decided to go vegan for a few weeks, to see if that's really what is causing my digestive tract to be filled with needles, safety pins, and razors. I'll start that at a later date. First I have to finish the half carton of Tillamook Mudslide, unopened Key Lime thing of Ben & Jerry's, and a Napoleon Dynamite, also from B&J's, all sitting in my freezer.
Ah summer. It's no surprise I'm moving somewhere relatively warm year round. Haha. Relatively.... In summer's respect, I've written a lyrical poem. Enjoy. P.S. Please feel free to place it to Baby's Got Back. :D Cheers!
Ode to Summer
I like hot stuff and I cannot lie.
You cold lovers can go cry.
When the sun comes out, and there's no wind chill
my heart begins to beat until
BOOM!
And the clouds depart,
[Syncopated pause] that's when summer starts.
Yeah.
As for dairy.... I don't know exactly how feasible it is to develop allergies half way through life [apparently I'm only living to be 36?], but I've noticed a sensitivity to dairy products [NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I MUST! HAVE ICE CREAM!], and eggs. Not that eggs are dairy. With mixed emotions, I've decided to go vegan for a few weeks, to see if that's really what is causing my digestive tract to be filled with needles, safety pins, and razors. I'll start that at a later date. First I have to finish the half carton of Tillamook Mudslide, unopened Key Lime thing of Ben & Jerry's, and a Napoleon Dynamite, also from B&J's, all sitting in my freezer.
Ah summer. It's no surprise I'm moving somewhere relatively warm year round. Haha. Relatively.... In summer's respect, I've written a lyrical poem. Enjoy. P.S. Please feel free to place it to Baby's Got Back. :D Cheers!
Ode to Summer
I like hot stuff and I cannot lie.
You cold lovers can go cry.
When the sun comes out, and there's no wind chill
my heart begins to beat until
BOOM!
And the clouds depart,
[Syncopated pause] that's when summer starts.
Yeah.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Twinkies, Furry Forks and Hair
Yes, I'm completely aware that it's June, almost July. If you think YOU'VE been neglected, ask how my pet rock feels....
Anywho, I've discovered, to my great dismay, that no, twinkies are NOT vegan. Nor are they as good as the Hostess Cupcakes. I haven't checked to see if THEY'RE vegan. To my great may [un-dismay?], I'm not vegan yet. So.... Twinkies still for me!
No, I haven't completely neglected my health. I just occasionally snap and MUST have some mega carbs with a touch of cancer.
Because my mother doesn't pack my lunch anymore [boo hoo! What's with this whole adult thing?!], I pack it before I go to work. Ironically [based entirely on the material of most forks], I forget my fork more often than not. Kudos for me for keeping plastic utensils in my car as back ups. Slap on the wrist for me for never cleaning them and letting them grow fuzz....
In case you're wondering, YES! I HAVE cut my hair! And donated it to locks of love. And YES! It IS the first time I've had a major hair change in SIX years! [: Maybe if you're lucky I'll post a picture or two.
Sorry about my absence, though I have to say, I've probably missed my ramblings and epic tales more than you have. I suppose I'l inform you that I'm making a major move in the near future.
I'm out to NOT eat some twinkies.... :D Cheers!
Anywho, I've discovered, to my great dismay, that no, twinkies are NOT vegan. Nor are they as good as the Hostess Cupcakes. I haven't checked to see if THEY'RE vegan. To my great may [un-dismay?], I'm not vegan yet. So.... Twinkies still for me!
No, I haven't completely neglected my health. I just occasionally snap and MUST have some mega carbs with a touch of cancer.
Because my mother doesn't pack my lunch anymore [boo hoo! What's with this whole adult thing?!], I pack it before I go to work. Ironically [based entirely on the material of most forks], I forget my fork more often than not. Kudos for me for keeping plastic utensils in my car as back ups. Slap on the wrist for me for never cleaning them and letting them grow fuzz....
In case you're wondering, YES! I HAVE cut my hair! And donated it to locks of love. And YES! It IS the first time I've had a major hair change in SIX years! [: Maybe if you're lucky I'll post a picture or two.
Sorry about my absence, though I have to say, I've probably missed my ramblings and epic tales more than you have. I suppose I'l inform you that I'm making a major move in the near future.
I'm out to NOT eat some twinkies.... :D Cheers!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Homecomings, Licenses and Dills
In order to combat the anxiety produced by the thought of my little brother coming home from Tokyo today, I've decided to do some overdue homework. Not overdue in the sense that it's late, but more like I've procrastinated this far in doing it, and feel slightly ambitious. At least enough to get SOME of it done.... :D That might be the anxiety kicking it again.... He missed his connection flight in LA, so instead of arriving at 3:10 as planned, he's now coming in sometime around 9ish. Oh a school night?! Scandal! Not that I should have absolutely anything to say on that matter, as I haven't been to school for the past 6 days. The first 5 were recreational, however, today absolutely stank! At least in the morning..... :D
To complement my headache, my mother railed on me until I went and renewed my license. Ok, that's a gross overstatement. She simply compelled me to get my license. Or else. So I did. And I took my own sweet time doing it. It took me three hours to get ready. And of course I couldn't drive myself up there with an expired license.... So my mom came too. It would have been more normal if the DMV hadn't been lost. Or moved. And had been a little worse at hide and seek.
Happy birthday to me [again], it wasn't a HORRIBLE picture. At least I don't look like a femmy-man in this one.
Lastly, I'm still avoiding writing my psychology analysis due tomorrow. So.... I'm fighting writing with writing. HAHAHA! The deliciously full jar of petite dill pickles screaming at me to take them back with me to the office isn't exactly a deterrent either. Now that they're half gone and I have more sodium in me than the fabulous Salt Lake and the equivalent of an apple calorically, I'm extremely thirsty. I promise, dill pickles are the best electrolyte replacements after physical exertion. I promise.
Anywho... I'm off to catch my little brother. Or something like that. Cheers! :D
To complement my headache, my mother railed on me until I went and renewed my license. Ok, that's a gross overstatement. She simply compelled me to get my license. Or else. So I did. And I took my own sweet time doing it. It took me three hours to get ready. And of course I couldn't drive myself up there with an expired license.... So my mom came too. It would have been more normal if the DMV hadn't been lost. Or moved. And had been a little worse at hide and seek.
Happy birthday to me [again], it wasn't a HORRIBLE picture. At least I don't look like a femmy-man in this one.
Lastly, I'm still avoiding writing my psychology analysis due tomorrow. So.... I'm fighting writing with writing. HAHAHA! The deliciously full jar of petite dill pickles screaming at me to take them back with me to the office isn't exactly a deterrent either. Now that they're half gone and I have more sodium in me than the fabulous Salt Lake and the equivalent of an apple calorically, I'm extremely thirsty. I promise, dill pickles are the best electrolyte replacements after physical exertion. I promise.
Anywho... I'm off to catch my little brother. Or something like that. Cheers! :D
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Welcome to the "Real" World
Yesterday was my first adult birthday.
My alarm didn't go off as planned.
I woke up 30 minutes early and had to skip the makeup, but do the hair.
The makeup I could do later before work.
I stormed out of my room and informed my mother of the hazaards of relying on technology as an alarm clock.
She simply said "Welcome to the real world. Happy birthday."
I suppose I didn't know the real world would hold so many similarities to my previous childhood world, like faulty alarm clocks, and waking up late.
Happy birthday to me. [:
Cheers!
My alarm didn't go off as planned.
I woke up 30 minutes early and had to skip the makeup, but do the hair.
The makeup I could do later before work.
I stormed out of my room and informed my mother of the hazaards of relying on technology as an alarm clock.
She simply said "Welcome to the real world. Happy birthday."
I suppose I didn't know the real world would hold so many similarities to my previous childhood world, like faulty alarm clocks, and waking up late.
Happy birthday to me. [:
Cheers!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
The After Effects of Wired, Taxes and Fake Meat
Well.... May I add that I was up for forty hours after during the last post? It wasn't just the day then come home and nap. I went out, did my thing, and worked until 8, as usual. I also had plans for that night, which I neglected, as I was about to DIE! when I got home. So I ate some food, brushed my teeth, washed my face [like there's a need for that....], and CRASHED! The 15 minutes in between phone calls seemed like four hours. It was remarkable.... Happily, I still have [most of] my brain cells. [:
I got my W2s a few days ago. Now I just need to fill them out.... Bleh! I have until April 14th, right?
Last night my guy and I [mostly just him] made dinner for my rents and some family. However, because SOMEONE'S vegetarian, the whole pork chorizo thing didn't really work out. Luckily, Smart Dogs has a soy chorizo, which I gracefully let the rest of my family try, and they all came into agreement that it tasted like spicy cardboard. I didn't think they were awful. The dish they were in was absolutely fantastic. Of course I can't pronounce it without fear of totally botching it, but it was delicious. Maybe I'll ask him to spell it for me.... My thing is, I don't have a reason to be vegetarian, other than I like to be. Because of this, I stopped eating meat. So I dont' understand why I would eat fake meat instead, if I stopped eating meat for no reason. Sure, it's a major source of protein, but I like my soy in other forms, primarily smoothies and pudding. OMG! The chocolate tofu pudding is spectacular... You can't even tell there's tofu in it. That's coming from me, a foodie. It's not that my tastebuds are overly developed, it's that my brain distinguishes flavors, smells, and sounds well. Weird, huh? Hahaha.... My brain is at least good for SOMETHING, right?
Anywho, I think my bed is calling me back.... I'm zapped.... Cheers! :D
I got my W2s a few days ago. Now I just need to fill them out.... Bleh! I have until April 14th, right?
Last night my guy and I [mostly just him] made dinner for my rents and some family. However, because SOMEONE'S vegetarian, the whole pork chorizo thing didn't really work out. Luckily, Smart Dogs has a soy chorizo, which I gracefully let the rest of my family try, and they all came into agreement that it tasted like spicy cardboard. I didn't think they were awful. The dish they were in was absolutely fantastic. Of course I can't pronounce it without fear of totally botching it, but it was delicious. Maybe I'll ask him to spell it for me.... My thing is, I don't have a reason to be vegetarian, other than I like to be. Because of this, I stopped eating meat. So I dont' understand why I would eat fake meat instead, if I stopped eating meat for no reason. Sure, it's a major source of protein, but I like my soy in other forms, primarily smoothies and pudding. OMG! The chocolate tofu pudding is spectacular... You can't even tell there's tofu in it. That's coming from me, a foodie. It's not that my tastebuds are overly developed, it's that my brain distinguishes flavors, smells, and sounds well. Weird, huh? Hahaha.... My brain is at least good for SOMETHING, right?
Anywho, I think my bed is calling me back.... I'm zapped.... Cheers! :D
Friday, January 15, 2010
Wired, Tired and Explications
I suppose if I stopped drinking this Wired a few hours ago I wouldn't be so wired.... However, I failed to time my fake energy surge, as I needed it to do my homework this evening, but failed to coordinate my homework with the surge. How cute....
This morning [as usual] I felt like I got hit by a bus, and probably will tomorrow morning as well, due to the excessive hours of an irresponsible teen-aged high schooler. Sigh. Oh my pathetic life that's going nowhere.... Ironically, my mom clipped out an article from the paper with a headline of "Late Nights Linked to Teen Suicides." I wonder if she's trying to tell me something.... Something along the lines of.... GO TO BED! But I still have to shower....
Unfortunately, I'm not flawless, and one of those areas is skin. Ick! I wish on all that's holy that I had perfect skin, but I'm far from it. I can literally say that I've tried everything. Currently, I'm on something that I swear is a detriment to my skin. I stopped taking it a few weeks ago, and voila, better skin [comparably] than whilst on it. However, when I told my derm MD this, he insisted that I continue to take it. Sigh.... The five days that I've taken it this year have been hell days for my skin. It's awful again! I WANT to trust my derm MD, but he's NOT! seeing how my skin is relapsing into oober disgustingness as soon as I start taking the Rx again. Bleh. Also, he's been hinting at Accutane for awhile, but my rents are adamant to take every rout BESIDES something that may be the most effective medication I've ever taken. I'm certain they're against it to the point of bringing up my depression [which they refuse to accept on their own], to let my derm MD know that I'm a manic-depressive. Yes, one of THOSE.... Sorry, you can stop reading if you like. But if you've been keeping up [with the sporadic posts..... :D] you probably already knew that. Anywho, leave it be said, I understand they're concerned with potential heightened depression, but why would they wait six years to tell anyone? And why would they only get me help if an MD told them to help me? Can they not see that it's a major issue, and has been for a number of years? Good grief, I don't understand how they can see their princess cut as a clear cry for help, yet not say anything other than I need to snap out of it. As if.
Tomorrow [technically today] is due an explication essay on a poem, for English. P.S. Since I've started to date my guy, my English has taken the back seat, as it mirrors his. Awkward, I know. So if I go Yoda on you, that's why. Anywho, that's what I was utilizing the Wired for. Mm.... Delicious.... But please, hold your criticism of energy drinks until a later date, as I already know of the potential hazards and ill-effects. In any case, I greatly dislike analyzing the author's intent of poems, as well as the format, mood, tone, diction, blah blah blah. I have a difficult enough time analyzing my own poetry, and trying to figure out what it means, how I feel about it, why I used the words I did, what I want it to say to the world, and who the speaker is, let alone someone else's. It's nothing less than a psychological analysis of the poet and the speaker, and I don't feel qualified, and much less justified, in trying to do so. Billy Collins's "Introduction to Poetry" mirrors my opinion. Ironically, the first time I read that poem, we were doing the exact opposite of what he so politely requested, and we were trying to find a meaning to it, and why he used the words he did, and blah blah blah. Mega FAIL!
Anywho.... Adding techno to my mix isn't helping me feel more tired in the least.... I suppose now I know what to do the next time I need to pull an all-nighter, not that I was planning one for tonight. I suppose if I go shower maybe I'll zap some energy out. Hot water always drains you. Pardon the pun. Well, it wasn't a pun unless you're a pasta. Hahahaha.... I'm too much for even me. No wonder I'm the way I am. :D Cheers!
This morning [as usual] I felt like I got hit by a bus, and probably will tomorrow morning as well, due to the excessive hours of an irresponsible teen-aged high schooler. Sigh. Oh my pathetic life that's going nowhere.... Ironically, my mom clipped out an article from the paper with a headline of "Late Nights Linked to Teen Suicides." I wonder if she's trying to tell me something.... Something along the lines of.... GO TO BED! But I still have to shower....
Unfortunately, I'm not flawless, and one of those areas is skin. Ick! I wish on all that's holy that I had perfect skin, but I'm far from it. I can literally say that I've tried everything. Currently, I'm on something that I swear is a detriment to my skin. I stopped taking it a few weeks ago, and voila, better skin [comparably] than whilst on it. However, when I told my derm MD this, he insisted that I continue to take it. Sigh.... The five days that I've taken it this year have been hell days for my skin. It's awful again! I WANT to trust my derm MD, but he's NOT! seeing how my skin is relapsing into oober disgustingness as soon as I start taking the Rx again. Bleh. Also, he's been hinting at Accutane for awhile, but my rents are adamant to take every rout BESIDES something that may be the most effective medication I've ever taken. I'm certain they're against it to the point of bringing up my depression [which they refuse to accept on their own], to let my derm MD know that I'm a manic-depressive. Yes, one of THOSE.... Sorry, you can stop reading if you like. But if you've been keeping up [with the sporadic posts..... :D] you probably already knew that. Anywho, leave it be said, I understand they're concerned with potential heightened depression, but why would they wait six years to tell anyone? And why would they only get me help if an MD told them to help me? Can they not see that it's a major issue, and has been for a number of years? Good grief, I don't understand how they can see their princess cut as a clear cry for help, yet not say anything other than I need to snap out of it. As if.
Tomorrow [technically today] is due an explication essay on a poem, for English. P.S. Since I've started to date my guy, my English has taken the back seat, as it mirrors his. Awkward, I know. So if I go Yoda on you, that's why. Anywho, that's what I was utilizing the Wired for. Mm.... Delicious.... But please, hold your criticism of energy drinks until a later date, as I already know of the potential hazards and ill-effects. In any case, I greatly dislike analyzing the author's intent of poems, as well as the format, mood, tone, diction, blah blah blah. I have a difficult enough time analyzing my own poetry, and trying to figure out what it means, how I feel about it, why I used the words I did, what I want it to say to the world, and who the speaker is, let alone someone else's. It's nothing less than a psychological analysis of the poet and the speaker, and I don't feel qualified, and much less justified, in trying to do so. Billy Collins's "Introduction to Poetry" mirrors my opinion. Ironically, the first time I read that poem, we were doing the exact opposite of what he so politely requested, and we were trying to find a meaning to it, and why he used the words he did, and blah blah blah. Mega FAIL!
Anywho.... Adding techno to my mix isn't helping me feel more tired in the least.... I suppose now I know what to do the next time I need to pull an all-nighter, not that I was planning one for tonight. I suppose if I go shower maybe I'll zap some energy out. Hot water always drains you. Pardon the pun. Well, it wasn't a pun unless you're a pasta. Hahahaha.... I'm too much for even me. No wonder I'm the way I am. :D Cheers!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Moderation, Resolutions and Failure To Comply
Most religions agree that all things should be used in moderation, aside from the religion itself. Ironic. Probably why I'm closer to renouncing religion than not. In any case, I feel one of the most valid applications of this principle is with sugar and food consumption. I'll admit some particularly sensitive stuff in this post, so you are warned.
I'm a foodie. Yes, a foodie. Funny to hear that coming from a vegetarian, which slightly limits the food I can judge, but at least I know I won't get trichinosis or salmonella. Also, this way I don't have to encounter weird stuff like slugs with fish eggs. Acquired taste, HA! Only because some people are dumb enough to keep eating it until they've convinced themselves they ENJOY it!
But I shouldn't really say that, as I've slowly acquired a taste for braised tofu. Not really a taste, but more of a texture. Or lack of. Or just preference for mush. At least if I lose all my teeth I'll still get my protein.... Hahaha.
Aside from my aside, because I never make any new years' resolutions, I decided to make one this year, and depressingly, I broke it before I even resolved to do it, and then promptly after I made it, this being to moderate my obsessive sugar intake. While I've done it before for almost a year, I haven't managed to harness it yet. I believe sunshine will help with that. If it ever comes back. What's the point of it expanding and engulfing our planet if it won't even keep us warm now? Ha.....
Because of my broken resolutions, I've become motivated to.... Well, nothing in particular. I've dropped most motivation to anything besdides physical appearance and talent. Cards are grouped with talent, right?
I've almost devoted myself to getting more sleep, but so far I haven't been able to fully commit. But I'm still a good person, fret not.
Seeing as my mind totally blanked [probably from lack of sleep; I'm still on vacation sleep schedule, which is probably why it stinks so much dragging my sorry carcass out of bed at 6:30 am], I suppose I'll peace out and leave you to your lives again. Cheers! :D
P.S. I'm a fan of this picture. Comments?
I'm a foodie. Yes, a foodie. Funny to hear that coming from a vegetarian, which slightly limits the food I can judge, but at least I know I won't get trichinosis or salmonella. Also, this way I don't have to encounter weird stuff like slugs with fish eggs. Acquired taste, HA! Only because some people are dumb enough to keep eating it until they've convinced themselves they ENJOY it!
But I shouldn't really say that, as I've slowly acquired a taste for braised tofu. Not really a taste, but more of a texture. Or lack of. Or just preference for mush. At least if I lose all my teeth I'll still get my protein.... Hahaha.
Aside from my aside, because I never make any new years' resolutions, I decided to make one this year, and depressingly, I broke it before I even resolved to do it, and then promptly after I made it, this being to moderate my obsessive sugar intake. While I've done it before for almost a year, I haven't managed to harness it yet. I believe sunshine will help with that. If it ever comes back. What's the point of it expanding and engulfing our planet if it won't even keep us warm now? Ha.....
Because of my broken resolutions, I've become motivated to.... Well, nothing in particular. I've dropped most motivation to anything besdides physical appearance and talent. Cards are grouped with talent, right?
I've almost devoted myself to getting more sleep, but so far I haven't been able to fully commit. But I'm still a good person, fret not.
Seeing as my mind totally blanked [probably from lack of sleep; I'm still on vacation sleep schedule, which is probably why it stinks so much dragging my sorry carcass out of bed at 6:30 am], I suppose I'll peace out and leave you to your lives again. Cheers! :D
P.S. I'm a fan of this picture. Comments?
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Age, Time and the Age Time Continuum
Well. It's official. I'm a horrible blogger. But more excitingly, there's less than two months until my birthday. Five weeks and one day to be exact, but who's counting? Seriously.... ME! :D This has to be one of my most exciting birthdays yet, and I don't even have anything planned. How does that work? Maybe because.... I'll be able to buy cigarettes and lotto tickets. Huzzah.... Totally kidding. Though I MAY go sky-diving.... Just because I can.... Or will be able to....
Apparently it's 2010. Does that make anybody else feel.... Well.... Old?! AH! ME! The cute little kid! Almost a real adult! Gasp. That's frightening. That means I can't to TPing anymore. Or at all. I suppose since I've never done it.... And it will be illegal soon.... Who's free in the next 5 weeks? Hahaha.... I make myself laugh far too often. Most people don't understand. But my brain works in a weird way, to where I get what I'm thinking [most of the time], but since no one else sees my thoughts, they don't understand why I'm hilarious. I suppose I jump to too many atypical conclusions. I.E. What do you get when you cross an jelly-bean and a question? What do you mean jelly-bean?
Because I'm getting so old, time appears to be quickening its pace. I haven't yet come to accept it.... I'm drowning in denial. I'm floundering in doubt. I'm chained in disbelief. I haven't even adjusted to writing 2010 on anything. Good thing I have a stock of white-out at my desk, and good thing insurances are lenient on the amount of it acceptable on the HICF forms. Hahaha.... In case you've forgotten, I work as a receptionist/optician, and do LOTS of insurance forms and phone calls. Huzzah! And it's still amazing. [:
I'm also in a new relationship. Well, not new. Over a month old! But more recent that not. Things are going extremely well. He's absolutely amazing. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get a picture. Maybe.
I suppose that wraps it up.
No, no it doesn't.
My little brother turns 21 today, and will be coming home in exactly six weeks and four days. I hope things have improved in our relationship. I was able to talk with him on Christmas, though it was at 6 am our time. Ick! No worries though, we had a nice conversation. For the third time in our existance. The first two were Christmas and Mothers' Day the year before. How weird is that? I'm better friends with his friends than I was with him. Hopefully that's changed, and we've both grown up. Time will tell....
Mm ok. That really does wrap it up. [: Cheers my lovelies!
Apparently it's 2010. Does that make anybody else feel.... Well.... Old?! AH! ME! The cute little kid! Almost a real adult! Gasp. That's frightening. That means I can't to TPing anymore. Or at all. I suppose since I've never done it.... And it will be illegal soon.... Who's free in the next 5 weeks? Hahaha.... I make myself laugh far too often. Most people don't understand. But my brain works in a weird way, to where I get what I'm thinking [most of the time], but since no one else sees my thoughts, they don't understand why I'm hilarious. I suppose I jump to too many atypical conclusions. I.E. What do you get when you cross an jelly-bean and a question? What do you mean jelly-bean?
Because I'm getting so old, time appears to be quickening its pace. I haven't yet come to accept it.... I'm drowning in denial. I'm floundering in doubt. I'm chained in disbelief. I haven't even adjusted to writing 2010 on anything. Good thing I have a stock of white-out at my desk, and good thing insurances are lenient on the amount of it acceptable on the HICF forms. Hahaha.... In case you've forgotten, I work as a receptionist/optician, and do LOTS of insurance forms and phone calls. Huzzah! And it's still amazing. [:
I'm also in a new relationship. Well, not new. Over a month old! But more recent that not. Things are going extremely well. He's absolutely amazing. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get a picture. Maybe.
I suppose that wraps it up.
No, no it doesn't.
My little brother turns 21 today, and will be coming home in exactly six weeks and four days. I hope things have improved in our relationship. I was able to talk with him on Christmas, though it was at 6 am our time. Ick! No worries though, we had a nice conversation. For the third time in our existance. The first two were Christmas and Mothers' Day the year before. How weird is that? I'm better friends with his friends than I was with him. Hopefully that's changed, and we've both grown up. Time will tell....
Mm ok. That really does wrap it up. [: Cheers my lovelies!
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