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

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!

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?

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!