I'm running myself down.
Currently I am:
Feeling: worn out
Listening to: some people talking on the radio
Tasting: mint gum
Located in: work
I'm begining to think the reason I feel as old and worn as I do is because of the people I hang out with. Im very mellow and laid back. For the most part I dont let things get to me. However, the group of people I hang out with is the exact opposite. The majority of my friends are ADD/ADHD. Extremely high strung people who can survive off 15 minutes of sleep a week. Last night I decided to go bowling with Steve and his boyfriend Justin. I didnt realize we would be bowling for 4 hours at a dollar a string. By the end of this i wasnt trying to aim even remotely close to our lane. My arms where on fire and i couldnt see straight. The boys on the other hand where not affected. They loked like they could go for weeks and not be tired.
This isnt the first time I've hung out with ADHDs. No, in fact all 4 boyfriends I've had in my short love life have all been italian ADHDs. I used to be able to keep up with them but lately I've been feeling the strain of not having a normal sleep scheduel. I wonder if i would stil feel like this if i had different friend and normal boyfriends.
If only I could turn back time...
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
"Hanging by a moment..."
And living on a prayer...
Currently I am:
Feeling: pleasantly happy
Listening to: my key board a-clickin'
Tasting: nothing
Located in:bed
This has been an interesting weekend. I spent most of yesterday with my friend Steven. We went onto the base and bought cigaretts. Decided we wanted to go see Sweeny Todd at 4:45. It was around 2:30 when we decided this. I drove back into town and he directed me to his uncle's house. Uncle wasn't home so we went back to my house and messed around online. Got back to the movies at 4:30 and sat in the theater "people watching". We got about 20 mins into the movie, decided it sucked and drove back to my house to pick up my sister to go out to dinner. After dinner I dropped Steve off at his house and went home. Went online trying to hold an IM conversation with T(the one whose chipping away at the walls i put up to protect my heart). I got board and logged off. I fell asleep for two hours befor T decided to call me at 2AM and pay attention to me. Talked for a little while then did our 5 minute goodbye. Yes I know. The Jaded One is sooooooo falling into the gooey relationship feelings about this one.
Today I went to church and drank lots of free coffee. Came home and sorted through all the stuff my mom bought us while she was in Nashville. I couldn't eat diner because my stomach was in knots. Bratwurst and onions arent exactly a soothing stomach method.
And here I sit at 2AM again wishing I could telepathicly blow up T's PS3.
Currently I am:
Feeling: pleasantly happy
Listening to: my key board a-clickin'
Tasting: nothing
Located in:bed
This has been an interesting weekend. I spent most of yesterday with my friend Steven. We went onto the base and bought cigaretts. Decided we wanted to go see Sweeny Todd at 4:45. It was around 2:30 when we decided this. I drove back into town and he directed me to his uncle's house. Uncle wasn't home so we went back to my house and messed around online. Got back to the movies at 4:30 and sat in the theater "people watching". We got about 20 mins into the movie, decided it sucked and drove back to my house to pick up my sister to go out to dinner. After dinner I dropped Steve off at his house and went home. Went online trying to hold an IM conversation with T(the one whose chipping away at the walls i put up to protect my heart). I got board and logged off. I fell asleep for two hours befor T decided to call me at 2AM and pay attention to me. Talked for a little while then did our 5 minute goodbye. Yes I know. The Jaded One is sooooooo falling into the gooey relationship feelings about this one.
Today I went to church and drank lots of free coffee. Came home and sorted through all the stuff my mom bought us while she was in Nashville. I couldn't eat diner because my stomach was in knots. Bratwurst and onions arent exactly a soothing stomach method.
And here I sit at 2AM again wishing I could telepathicly blow up T's PS3.
Friday, February 22, 2008
My head hurts
Got that kind of headache that makes your head throb.
Currently I am:
Feeling:like beating my head in with a rock
Listening to: the swishing of my water bottle
Tasting: shot of jack with a coca cola chaser
Located in: bed
So not a whole lot of interesting stuff going on with me personally. However there seems to be a ton of stuff going on with those around me. For instance my mom has been in Nashville all week this week and it seems like she hasn't even left. She calls very frequently with greetings and various comments and questions about stuff she's purchased us. I really just glad she made it down there at all. She forgot her wallet in her car on tuesday morning after waiting 45 minutes in line. She had to then take the bus back to her car to get her wallet, ride back and wait in line another 45 minutes. She ended up missing her original flight by 2 minutes. The flight she took after put her in Charlotte, North Carolina when her original layover was in Washington D.C. She did eventually make it to Nashville and miraculousy so did her bags. Which is good because she had an entire suit case full of Tea Tree Shampoo for her friend she was going to see. I just hope she doesnt do the same thing coming home tomorrow.
My Uncle Dan is in the hospital with an infection in his hand. He had a scab that, like most guys, he picked off. The next day at work he had on rubber gloves that irratated the picked off scab and made his hand swell up as if he was reacting to the latex. He went to the hospital and the doctor told him he was having some sort of reaction. The doctor then discovers he has very high blood pressure. We're talking like walking heart attack. This is all from him picking a scab.
I guess mom's right when she says dont pick it!!!
Currently I am:
Feeling:like beating my head in with a rock
Listening to: the swishing of my water bottle
Tasting: shot of jack with a coca cola chaser
Located in: bed
So not a whole lot of interesting stuff going on with me personally. However there seems to be a ton of stuff going on with those around me. For instance my mom has been in Nashville all week this week and it seems like she hasn't even left. She calls very frequently with greetings and various comments and questions about stuff she's purchased us. I really just glad she made it down there at all. She forgot her wallet in her car on tuesday morning after waiting 45 minutes in line. She had to then take the bus back to her car to get her wallet, ride back and wait in line another 45 minutes. She ended up missing her original flight by 2 minutes. The flight she took after put her in Charlotte, North Carolina when her original layover was in Washington D.C. She did eventually make it to Nashville and miraculousy so did her bags. Which is good because she had an entire suit case full of Tea Tree Shampoo for her friend she was going to see. I just hope she doesnt do the same thing coming home tomorrow.
My Uncle Dan is in the hospital with an infection in his hand. He had a scab that, like most guys, he picked off. The next day at work he had on rubber gloves that irratated the picked off scab and made his hand swell up as if he was reacting to the latex. He went to the hospital and the doctor told him he was having some sort of reaction. The doctor then discovers he has very high blood pressure. We're talking like walking heart attack. This is all from him picking a scab.
I guess mom's right when she says dont pick it!!!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
"Love me, love me, say that you love me..."
EMERGENCY!!!! MY BITTER DISPOSITION MAY BE IN JEOPERDY!!!
Currently I am:
Feeling:conflicted
Listening to: my sniffling nose
Tasting:bubble gum mouth wash(im really just a 6 year old in a 20 year olds body)
Located in: bed
Have finally decided to go with abortion for my English research paper. Severly cliche i would expect but alas my brain isnt working.
Yes the bitterness of me and this blog(that no one reads) is in jeoperdy!!! I have met someone who has the potential to become a boyfriend. His name is T and he's very sweet. I actually smile since having met him. This creates quite a conflict inside me. Here I am this bitter 20 year old. I've spent alot of time working on my bitter and cynical attitude. Making it clear to anyone that knows me that if they even so much as hint that i would be happier with a boyfriend they will need to dodge various odjects that have suddenly gained the ability to fly. I've put up walls to protect my heart and feelings, been looking out for myself. I've run away from things that I think will hurt me. All to make sure I dont get hurt. Now I meet some one and im starting to see just the tiniest of cracks in my walls. I put up patches to try and keep it all together. Keeping him at an arms length is hard when his hugs are so nice.
*dreamy sigh*
Currently I am:
Feeling:conflicted
Listening to: my sniffling nose
Tasting:bubble gum mouth wash(im really just a 6 year old in a 20 year olds body)
Located in: bed
Have finally decided to go with abortion for my English research paper. Severly cliche i would expect but alas my brain isnt working.
Yes the bitterness of me and this blog(that no one reads) is in jeoperdy!!! I have met someone who has the potential to become a boyfriend. His name is T and he's very sweet. I actually smile since having met him. This creates quite a conflict inside me. Here I am this bitter 20 year old. I've spent alot of time working on my bitter and cynical attitude. Making it clear to anyone that knows me that if they even so much as hint that i would be happier with a boyfriend they will need to dodge various odjects that have suddenly gained the ability to fly. I've put up walls to protect my heart and feelings, been looking out for myself. I've run away from things that I think will hurt me. All to make sure I dont get hurt. Now I meet some one and im starting to see just the tiniest of cracks in my walls. I put up patches to try and keep it all together. Keeping him at an arms length is hard when his hugs are so nice.
*dreamy sigh*
Monday, February 18, 2008
"Im not crazy, Im just a little unwell..."
PEOPLE think I'm crazy when actually I'm just bored
Currently I am:
Feeling:a little sleepy and kind of nervouse for my mom flying to Nashville tomorrow
Listening to: the whiring of the dehumidifyer
Tasting: nothing
Located in:bed
So Im begining to officially freak the fuck out about English class. I have no clue what to do my research paper on and its driving me crazy. I submitted my proposal on immunizations and the diagnosis of autism but that topic is not good because of the lack of evidence. So far the only topic that sticks in my head would be perms and their effects on the environment. If only the college had books on that sort of thing. I also need to conduct an interview with some one in the industry. I hate talking to people. Its all that anxiety from public speaking.
On a lighter note I almost dove on my sister today. Now now befor you think "how is that a lighter note?" let me tell you the whole story. My sister Kelly is a junior in high school. Very tomboyish, never been into girly stuff unless we force her to do it. My mom, other sister Rebecca and I have decided Kelly is going to junior prom and she will be dressed up nicely. While driving down mainstreet in buzzards bay today we see a bridal shop with prom dresses in the window. I point it out and say how about a dress from there? Kelly says "Thats a bridal shop" and Rebecca pipes in "yea they dont sell prom dresses there" Now I started preparing for prom when I was in 7th grade. I had stacks and stacks of prom magazines for dresses and hair dos and make up galore. I spent four years looking for a dress and 2 deciding on a hair style. To say I am an expert on proms would be pretty accurate. My response to my sister Rebecca saying bridal shops dont sell prom dresses: "Fuck you bridal shops do so sell prom dresses. Do not even talk to me about proms. I know what places sell prom dresses and what places dont"
The car got really quiet.
Currently I am:
Feeling:a little sleepy and kind of nervouse for my mom flying to Nashville tomorrow
Listening to: the whiring of the dehumidifyer
Tasting: nothing
Located in:bed
So Im begining to officially freak the fuck out about English class. I have no clue what to do my research paper on and its driving me crazy. I submitted my proposal on immunizations and the diagnosis of autism but that topic is not good because of the lack of evidence. So far the only topic that sticks in my head would be perms and their effects on the environment. If only the college had books on that sort of thing. I also need to conduct an interview with some one in the industry. I hate talking to people. Its all that anxiety from public speaking.
On a lighter note I almost dove on my sister today. Now now befor you think "how is that a lighter note?" let me tell you the whole story. My sister Kelly is a junior in high school. Very tomboyish, never been into girly stuff unless we force her to do it. My mom, other sister Rebecca and I have decided Kelly is going to junior prom and she will be dressed up nicely. While driving down mainstreet in buzzards bay today we see a bridal shop with prom dresses in the window. I point it out and say how about a dress from there? Kelly says "Thats a bridal shop" and Rebecca pipes in "yea they dont sell prom dresses there" Now I started preparing for prom when I was in 7th grade. I had stacks and stacks of prom magazines for dresses and hair dos and make up galore. I spent four years looking for a dress and 2 deciding on a hair style. To say I am an expert on proms would be pretty accurate. My response to my sister Rebecca saying bridal shops dont sell prom dresses: "Fuck you bridal shops do so sell prom dresses. Do not even talk to me about proms. I know what places sell prom dresses and what places dont"
The car got really quiet.
Friday, February 15, 2008
"RIP HER TO SHREDS..."
I was to drunk to figure out where my lap top was let alone try and do anything productive with it.
Currently I am:
Feeling: hung over(damn you jack daniels)
Listen to: Some guy on the radio
Tasting: Greek pizza and Coca Cola
Location: physically at work mentally in the fetal position at home
I am anti-valentines day. I think thats fairly obvious 2 any one that has ever been near me on that loathsome day. A scoul fixed upon my face as my attire consists of as much black clothing as one can possibly stand. I spend the day sweating bitterness. The night is spent in a overly intoxicated state whilst eating extra dark chocolates purchased specificly for this day of fluff and frill. And its been spent like that for the last 6 years.
Here's why:
Love-an emotion that should be able to be expressed everyday of the year. Why must we devote one day a year to it?
The color scheme(red and pink)- Ok seriously who the fuck decided to pair these colors together and call them "valentines"? One's the color of blood and the other is often used to describe conjunctivitis.Ooooh crusty oozing eyes. Not exactly romantic eh?
The pressure-dont act like there isnt any. People feel so much pressure to show their love for one another that they get engaged, married, civily united(the homosexual equivilant to a wedding)often to someone they only think they love.
The gifts- cards,flowers,candies,lingerie(dont be such a prude),stuffed animals and jewelry. I can not for the life of my understnad why anyone would choose these preceeding gifts.
Card...you read it once, thank the giver and where does it end up? Framed on the wall? No sorry. Crumpled up on the trash? Yea thats more accurate. Flowers...Yes give me some flowers that are gonna die in a week because HOLY CRAP they've been severed from their roots. I'll pass thanks. Candies...dont get me wrong.Im a chubby chick and I love me some candy. What I dont love is that they dress it up in a velvet box shaped like a heart and jack the price up. Lingerie...it isnt just valentines day that this stuff irratates me. Its everyday. I really dont feel sexy and "in the mood" when im stuffed into this itty bitty lace and satin number. I feel more like an 8 pound sausage in a 2 pound casing. Stuffed animals...if i hear one more high pitched whining stuffed animal blather on about ooey gooey kissy crap Im going to scream myself to death. Jewelry...over priced shiney objects as a token of love? Need I say more?
Well now i feel much better getting that out of my system.
Currently I am:
Feeling: hung over(damn you jack daniels)
Listen to: Some guy on the radio
Tasting: Greek pizza and Coca Cola
Location: physically at work mentally in the fetal position at home
I am anti-valentines day. I think thats fairly obvious 2 any one that has ever been near me on that loathsome day. A scoul fixed upon my face as my attire consists of as much black clothing as one can possibly stand. I spend the day sweating bitterness. The night is spent in a overly intoxicated state whilst eating extra dark chocolates purchased specificly for this day of fluff and frill. And its been spent like that for the last 6 years.
Here's why:
Love-an emotion that should be able to be expressed everyday of the year. Why must we devote one day a year to it?
The color scheme(red and pink)- Ok seriously who the fuck decided to pair these colors together and call them "valentines"? One's the color of blood and the other is often used to describe conjunctivitis.Ooooh crusty oozing eyes. Not exactly romantic eh?
The pressure-dont act like there isnt any. People feel so much pressure to show their love for one another that they get engaged, married, civily united(the homosexual equivilant to a wedding)often to someone they only think they love.
The gifts- cards,flowers,candies,lingerie(dont be such a prude),stuffed animals and jewelry. I can not for the life of my understnad why anyone would choose these preceeding gifts.
Card...you read it once, thank the giver and where does it end up? Framed on the wall? No sorry. Crumpled up on the trash? Yea thats more accurate. Flowers...Yes give me some flowers that are gonna die in a week because HOLY CRAP they've been severed from their roots. I'll pass thanks. Candies...dont get me wrong.Im a chubby chick and I love me some candy. What I dont love is that they dress it up in a velvet box shaped like a heart and jack the price up. Lingerie...it isnt just valentines day that this stuff irratates me. Its everyday. I really dont feel sexy and "in the mood" when im stuffed into this itty bitty lace and satin number. I feel more like an 8 pound sausage in a 2 pound casing. Stuffed animals...if i hear one more high pitched whining stuffed animal blather on about ooey gooey kissy crap Im going to scream myself to death. Jewelry...over priced shiney objects as a token of love? Need I say more?
Well now i feel much better getting that out of my system.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
(insert title interesting here)
Damn you creative juices!!! COME BAAAAACK!!!!!!
Currently I am:
Feeling: irratated
Listening to: Carrie Underwood "Befor he cheats"
Tasting: Tomato Soup from Panera Bread
Located: work
I'm really struggling with blog posts lately. I was all kinds of excited when I first started. Now I'm barely getting anything out. There's just nothing worth writing about lately. I dont want to post my yearly V-day rant early because thats just stupid. As that dreaded excuse for a "holiday" creeps closer I find it harder and harder to ignore it. ^ok that was just a little preview for Thursdays rant.
My manager thinks I'm depressed. I dont want admit that maybe I possibly am because that would mean going back on pills and having to talk to someone about it. I dont want to rely on pills to be happy. I want to make my own happy. When I told someone very near to me that I had stopped taking them in January 07 that person was so proud and happy for me. I just dont want to lose that. Its not just about that one person either. It's for myself as well.
I just dont know what to think anymore.
Currently I am:
Feeling: irratated
Listening to: Carrie Underwood "Befor he cheats"
Tasting: Tomato Soup from Panera Bread
Located: work
I'm really struggling with blog posts lately. I was all kinds of excited when I first started. Now I'm barely getting anything out. There's just nothing worth writing about lately. I dont want to post my yearly V-day rant early because thats just stupid. As that dreaded excuse for a "holiday" creeps closer I find it harder and harder to ignore it. ^ok that was just a little preview for Thursdays rant.
My manager thinks I'm depressed. I dont want admit that maybe I possibly am because that would mean going back on pills and having to talk to someone about it. I dont want to rely on pills to be happy. I want to make my own happy. When I told someone very near to me that I had stopped taking them in January 07 that person was so proud and happy for me. I just dont want to lose that. Its not just about that one person either. It's for myself as well.
I just dont know what to think anymore.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Nothin in particular
There isn't any specific topic in this entry.
Currently I am:
Feeling: nausueas,sleepy and slightly more bitter then yesterday(this wont get any better till after valentines day)
Listening to: clickety click of my key board and my dryer
Tasting: nothing
Located: my bed
So today wasnt all that exciting. I had to work at 10 in the nail salon. This meant I had to be in at least 10 minutes early in order to set up for my client. In an attempt to make up for time lost because I forgot to reset my clock after the power went out yesterday I took my moms car because she was on the end of the drive way. I mindlessly handed over my key ring completely forgetting that my key to get into work was on the ring until i pulled into the drive way. I was very lucky that my coworker got there 5 minutes later because I would have had to compensate my client for my lack of focus. After I was done with my one and only client of the day I went home to get my mom and we went to the "rich peoples" mall. I spent the day in search of a pair of black knee-high boots with a chunky heel and wide calf. No such luck. Ended up buying some under garments and fancy food spreads. My mom and I where so tired we ended up just bying a bunch of frozen finger foods for dinner. I've been dieting for about 2 weeks now and apparently that really kills your tolerance for fried frozen foods. I have been hugging the toilet all night as if I had a hangover.
I am begining to think my car hates me. A few weeks ago a belt and water pump both broke right around the time i had to make my first payment for classes. This set me about $136 in the red. Ever since I got my car back it's been making a spealing noise. Being the busy lady that I am I havent been able to take my car back for service. Well now I have to make time because my check engine light just went on yesterday. I'm bringing it in on Monday and praying its nothing expensive because I just dont have the money.
Tomorrow will be a day of church, rest, studying, and a birthday party for my dads friends one year old. I just hope I have the time to get it all done. Damned procrastination.
Currently I am:
Feeling: nausueas,sleepy and slightly more bitter then yesterday(this wont get any better till after valentines day)
Listening to: clickety click of my key board and my dryer
Tasting: nothing
Located: my bed
So today wasnt all that exciting. I had to work at 10 in the nail salon. This meant I had to be in at least 10 minutes early in order to set up for my client. In an attempt to make up for time lost because I forgot to reset my clock after the power went out yesterday I took my moms car because she was on the end of the drive way. I mindlessly handed over my key ring completely forgetting that my key to get into work was on the ring until i pulled into the drive way. I was very lucky that my coworker got there 5 minutes later because I would have had to compensate my client for my lack of focus. After I was done with my one and only client of the day I went home to get my mom and we went to the "rich peoples" mall. I spent the day in search of a pair of black knee-high boots with a chunky heel and wide calf. No such luck. Ended up buying some under garments and fancy food spreads. My mom and I where so tired we ended up just bying a bunch of frozen finger foods for dinner. I've been dieting for about 2 weeks now and apparently that really kills your tolerance for fried frozen foods. I have been hugging the toilet all night as if I had a hangover.
I am begining to think my car hates me. A few weeks ago a belt and water pump both broke right around the time i had to make my first payment for classes. This set me about $136 in the red. Ever since I got my car back it's been making a spealing noise. Being the busy lady that I am I havent been able to take my car back for service. Well now I have to make time because my check engine light just went on yesterday. I'm bringing it in on Monday and praying its nothing expensive because I just dont have the money.
Tomorrow will be a day of church, rest, studying, and a birthday party for my dads friends one year old. I just hope I have the time to get it all done. Damned procrastination.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
The histroy of my "blogging"
Since Im about 4 entries behind what my proff said we should have and my creative juices have pretty much evaporated I bring you a "filler entry"
Currently I am:
Feeling: sore in my mouth because my dentist is trying to havest my blood by hacksawing my gums
Listening to: conversations around me
Tasting: milk
Located: on my living room couch
From the time I was about 8 years old I've kept a diary or "blog" of some sort. I remember my first diary was from Six Flags New Jersey. It was light blue with Tweety Birds face on the front and a lock and key closure. I thought I was just about the coolest 8 year old around. I believe this journal lasted me until I was 11 and in the fifth grade. After filling up that journal I aquired a hard cover journal with sea shells. I used a roll on perfume on the binding of each page to make it smell nice. I also refuse to write in anything but a purple pen that had gold swirls on the out side of it. This journal held some very important mile stones being that it held me for most of middle school.
Next and sort of lastly was my Backstreet Boys jounal. I was 13 when I started writting in it and I used it till just befor freshman year. This journal basicly had the members of my favorite boy band at the time on the cover and each page. Inside of this book held manyof my firsts. Details of my first kiss (and subsequent first make out), first boyfriend, losing my virginity, and first(of many many) broken hearts. While I was keeping this journal I also kept my first online blog at TeenOpenDiary.com. The site worked great at first but after a while the server started breaking down pretty frequently. Then the administrator of the site decided to shut it down all together. I only kept this blog for about a year and stopped shortly after I started high school.
After that I stopped seriously keeping a diary for about 3 years. I had random blogging sights where I would make a journal entry but become bored with it and delete it soon after. I just didnt have time or energy to keep one. I did to start another journal when I was about 18 but i never really kept up with it. Its sad because the last journal was very nice. It had a teal silk covering with pretty sequins and sparkly bits embedded in the pages. I have a myspace and every so often I will post a nonsensicle rant or a goofy email I recieve in the blog feature on it. Its no where near where my other journals and blogs have been.
I guess I was blogging befor it was the cool thing.
Currently I am:
Feeling: sore in my mouth because my dentist is trying to havest my blood by hacksawing my gums
Listening to: conversations around me
Tasting: milk
Located: on my living room couch
From the time I was about 8 years old I've kept a diary or "blog" of some sort. I remember my first diary was from Six Flags New Jersey. It was light blue with Tweety Birds face on the front and a lock and key closure. I thought I was just about the coolest 8 year old around. I believe this journal lasted me until I was 11 and in the fifth grade. After filling up that journal I aquired a hard cover journal with sea shells. I used a roll on perfume on the binding of each page to make it smell nice. I also refuse to write in anything but a purple pen that had gold swirls on the out side of it. This journal held some very important mile stones being that it held me for most of middle school.
Next and sort of lastly was my Backstreet Boys jounal. I was 13 when I started writting in it and I used it till just befor freshman year. This journal basicly had the members of my favorite boy band at the time on the cover and each page. Inside of this book held manyof my firsts. Details of my first kiss (and subsequent first make out), first boyfriend, losing my virginity, and first(of many many) broken hearts. While I was keeping this journal I also kept my first online blog at TeenOpenDiary.com. The site worked great at first but after a while the server started breaking down pretty frequently. Then the administrator of the site decided to shut it down all together. I only kept this blog for about a year and stopped shortly after I started high school.
After that I stopped seriously keeping a diary for about 3 years. I had random blogging sights where I would make a journal entry but become bored with it and delete it soon after. I just didnt have time or energy to keep one. I did to start another journal when I was about 18 but i never really kept up with it. Its sad because the last journal was very nice. It had a teal silk covering with pretty sequins and sparkly bits embedded in the pages. I have a myspace and every so often I will post a nonsensicle rant or a goofy email I recieve in the blog feature on it. Its no where near where my other journals and blogs have been.
I guess I was blogging befor it was the cool thing.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Is there such a thing as a caffine hangover?
If it didn't exist befor I have had the first one in the history of hangovers today.
Currently I am:
Feeling: nauseaus
Listening to: The Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack
Tasting: nothing
Located at: work
I really do think Im in the middle of a caffine hangover. I've been feeling pukey all day and can't stand smelling food. This happening after I downed a couple gallons of combination of coffee, energy drinks, and regular sodas starting just befor half time last night and continuing until after that horrible ending to a nail biting game.
You may ask why I would want to ingest such a deadly amount of caffine. Couldnt stay awake for the game? No. Wanted to bounce off the walls and annoy the hell out of fellow party goers? No. Needed to stay awake for the long ride home from Fitchburge after the game? BINGO!!! I had the bad luck of having to work this morning at 7 A.M.
I was in Fitchburge last night because I was attending a party my best friend, Caitlyn, was throwing for the big game. Thus the reasoning behind my need to swallow such amounts. I havent seen Caitlyn since last summer so even if I was dragging myself across the lawn when I got home (which I was) I was still going up to see her. I got to meet some of her new friends. Her friend Staphanie actually works on the staff of the Boston cast of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. It was too awesome talking to her.
I have learned that Caitlyn doesnt give good directions. I got lost a bunch of times trying to go home and ended up in Acton. Took me close to 3 hours to get home. Its alot of fun to see how fast you can go on the highway when you litterally the only car out there. Even better trying to answer the phone.
Currently I am:
Feeling: nauseaus
Listening to: The Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack
Tasting: nothing
Located at: work
I really do think Im in the middle of a caffine hangover. I've been feeling pukey all day and can't stand smelling food. This happening after I downed a couple gallons of combination of coffee, energy drinks, and regular sodas starting just befor half time last night and continuing until after that horrible ending to a nail biting game.
You may ask why I would want to ingest such a deadly amount of caffine. Couldnt stay awake for the game? No. Wanted to bounce off the walls and annoy the hell out of fellow party goers? No. Needed to stay awake for the long ride home from Fitchburge after the game? BINGO!!! I had the bad luck of having to work this morning at 7 A.M.
I was in Fitchburge last night because I was attending a party my best friend, Caitlyn, was throwing for the big game. Thus the reasoning behind my need to swallow such amounts. I havent seen Caitlyn since last summer so even if I was dragging myself across the lawn when I got home (which I was) I was still going up to see her. I got to meet some of her new friends. Her friend Staphanie actually works on the staff of the Boston cast of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. It was too awesome talking to her.
I have learned that Caitlyn doesnt give good directions. I got lost a bunch of times trying to go home and ended up in Acton. Took me close to 3 hours to get home. Its alot of fun to see how fast you can go on the highway when you litterally the only car out there. Even better trying to answer the phone.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
"Taking care of Business and workin over time..."
So I'm not technically working over time but I'm working none the less.
Currently I am:
Feeling: mellow
Listening to: the soothing music from my boss' Reiki room
Tasting: the last few bits of a mint I had 10 mins ago
Located: At work
So here I sit. Another day at this boring a** job counting the minutes till I can go home. Since my boss is in her healing room with a client, thus leaving me to entertain myself, I decided its interwebs time. Normaly I will fire up th ol' lappy, search for a connection to wireless and amuse myself for a few hours. Today was a day to check my email. Losts of junk mail, (seriously? How many different "male enhancement" drugs that "realy work no lie" can there possibly be?) and an email from my Uncle Tim. A forward message as usual. Normally he sends emails with funny pictures and jokes in them. But today my poor poor uncle fell victim to "the mega money hoax". You know the one where Bill Gates wants to give you a buttload of cash just for sending this email to all your friends. Being the skeptical cynic I am, I decided to do a quick Google search of the names listed in the actual email (after having scrolled through 10 miles of previous senders). After just typing one name into Google search I was given exactly 1,810 different websites basically stating the "Pearlas Sandborn(or sanbourne)" is just a figment of some bored computer geek's imagination. She doesn't exist. Yet tons of people still forward this bogus email.
I belive the reason people will forward things of this nature is because it claims to yeild a lot of money in return for your minimal efforts. Yes I said it. The drive behind this is greed and people's general laziness. I'm just plain fed up with it. I get enough junk email from strangers(I really dont think Oprah needs my money). Now my own family is getting sucked in.
In an attempt to either make my Uncle Tim laugh his a** off or make him stutter with embarrasment over his temporary lapse in intelligence I replied to his email(after cutting out the 10 miles of previous senders YOUR WELCOME!!!) saying "Do a google search on little Miss Pearlas Sandborn. Let me know what you find :) love Andrea". I wonder what he'll reply with, if anything at all.
Have a nice day!
Currently I am:
Feeling: mellow
Listening to: the soothing music from my boss' Reiki room
Tasting: the last few bits of a mint I had 10 mins ago
Located: At work
So here I sit. Another day at this boring a** job counting the minutes till I can go home. Since my boss is in her healing room with a client, thus leaving me to entertain myself, I decided its interwebs time. Normaly I will fire up th ol' lappy, search for a connection to wireless and amuse myself for a few hours. Today was a day to check my email. Losts of junk mail, (seriously? How many different "male enhancement" drugs that "realy work no lie" can there possibly be?) and an email from my Uncle Tim. A forward message as usual. Normally he sends emails with funny pictures and jokes in them. But today my poor poor uncle fell victim to "the mega money hoax". You know the one where Bill Gates wants to give you a buttload of cash just for sending this email to all your friends. Being the skeptical cynic I am, I decided to do a quick Google search of the names listed in the actual email (after having scrolled through 10 miles of previous senders). After just typing one name into Google search I was given exactly 1,810 different websites basically stating the "Pearlas Sandborn(or sanbourne)" is just a figment of some bored computer geek's imagination. She doesn't exist. Yet tons of people still forward this bogus email.
I belive the reason people will forward things of this nature is because it claims to yeild a lot of money in return for your minimal efforts. Yes I said it. The drive behind this is greed and people's general laziness. I'm just plain fed up with it. I get enough junk email from strangers(I really dont think Oprah needs my money). Now my own family is getting sucked in.
In an attempt to either make my Uncle Tim laugh his a** off or make him stutter with embarrasment over his temporary lapse in intelligence I replied to his email(after cutting out the 10 miles of previous senders YOUR WELCOME!!!) saying "Do a google search on little Miss Pearlas Sandborn. Let me know what you find :) love Andrea". I wonder what he'll reply with, if anything at all.
Have a nice day!
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