I went on a date! A real one. He called me, asked me, his brother drove the 4 of us, he opened all my doors for me, he paid, bought me a chocolate sunday, and walked me to my door. We all had a marvelous time, laughing and eating and they all bowled like crazies. I didn't. My neck is still evil. Not as evil. But evil all the same. It's just waiting for me to over-exert.
I went to the library today and got 4 books. I finished them. They were good. *snicker* And comic books!
Tomorrow I am going to a party!
Friday, September 15, 2006
I sat 3 days in the same ol' chair
What can I say? I write in spurts. I've spent the last few days of forever nursing my injured neck.
A few weeks ago, for FHE, we all went to the Boardwalk. As we stood in line for the last ride (Giant Dipper), I decided it would be a good idea to lean against the wall of the corridor and to put my feet up against the other wall. In essance, brace myself between the two walls and hold myself above the ground. But, I am not as long as that, and promptly fell. And hit the back part of my head on the hand rail. It's more like a decorative board, firmly attached and painted to match the wall. And it caused me pain. And, being my prideful little self, I laughed when it happened and spent the whole night pretending not to hurt, while silently developing the most massive head ache imaginable.
For the next few days, I had intense pain on the right side of my head and behind my right eye. That faded away shortly though and left me alone for a day or so. Possibly more. For some reason, I am inclined to say I felt nothing but head aches for a week. And then I got all the horrible neck pain. The neck pain got worse and worse. It went into my head as well, so I did not find enjoyment in bending forward. And then it fingered down into my back. And so, before 3 days had passed (from the beginning of said neck pain) I was unable to move my upper torso without wanting to cry. Which I did from time to time from frustration and annoyance and pain. Frusnoyain (frush-noy-ane).
We did finally go to the doctor, on Monday, who told me to take the next 2 weeks off and if the pain did not subside after 3 weeks, to come back. So I had to find people to take my shifts for my last week of work. Alas, I had to go into work that day and (you guessed it!) work. And by the end of monday, I only had someone to cover for me on wednesday, and I had asked everyone! So I called Carrie, who was not in on Monday, and left her a message about my problem and begged her for help. But she didn't call me back until the next morning, Tuesday. We decided I could get thursday off, and she managed to convince a girl to stay until 6 for that day. But I still had to come in at 6 and help Anna close. I did that ungrudgingly and we had a smashing time talking and cleaning the store. I bought myself my favorite pieces of jewelry (1, 2 and 3), and thus ended my career at Brighton. Probably.
And so, I have spent the past three days lying in my Father's big leather recliner chair, watching TV and movies, because only in his chair did I find a place to rest my head that actually did not hurt. I couldn't sleep in my bed, for it only hurt my neck even moreso. So I had to sleep in the chair. Essentially, I spent 3 days in the same ol' chair. And I was lonely and depressed. Serious depression went on there. I hated it.
But tonight, I get to sleep in my very own bed because my neck pain has gone down drastically from nursing it so fervently. And taking my pain meds when required. Go me! I watched Emma, and Pride & Prejudice. It only gives me more incentive to study!
Tomorrow, I shall study heavily for the SAT, write, and sleep. A good friday it shall be.
A few weeks ago, for FHE, we all went to the Boardwalk. As we stood in line for the last ride (Giant Dipper), I decided it would be a good idea to lean against the wall of the corridor and to put my feet up against the other wall. In essance, brace myself between the two walls and hold myself above the ground. But, I am not as long as that, and promptly fell. And hit the back part of my head on the hand rail. It's more like a decorative board, firmly attached and painted to match the wall. And it caused me pain. And, being my prideful little self, I laughed when it happened and spent the whole night pretending not to hurt, while silently developing the most massive head ache imaginable.
For the next few days, I had intense pain on the right side of my head and behind my right eye. That faded away shortly though and left me alone for a day or so. Possibly more. For some reason, I am inclined to say I felt nothing but head aches for a week. And then I got all the horrible neck pain. The neck pain got worse and worse. It went into my head as well, so I did not find enjoyment in bending forward. And then it fingered down into my back. And so, before 3 days had passed (from the beginning of said neck pain) I was unable to move my upper torso without wanting to cry. Which I did from time to time from frustration and annoyance and pain. Frusnoyain (frush-noy-ane).
We did finally go to the doctor, on Monday, who told me to take the next 2 weeks off and if the pain did not subside after 3 weeks, to come back. So I had to find people to take my shifts for my last week of work. Alas, I had to go into work that day and (you guessed it!) work. And by the end of monday, I only had someone to cover for me on wednesday, and I had asked everyone! So I called Carrie, who was not in on Monday, and left her a message about my problem and begged her for help. But she didn't call me back until the next morning, Tuesday. We decided I could get thursday off, and she managed to convince a girl to stay until 6 for that day. But I still had to come in at 6 and help Anna close. I did that ungrudgingly and we had a smashing time talking and cleaning the store. I bought myself my favorite pieces of jewelry (1, 2 and 3), and thus ended my career at Brighton. Probably.
And so, I have spent the past three days lying in my Father's big leather recliner chair, watching TV and movies, because only in his chair did I find a place to rest my head that actually did not hurt. I couldn't sleep in my bed, for it only hurt my neck even moreso. So I had to sleep in the chair. Essentially, I spent 3 days in the same ol' chair. And I was lonely and depressed. Serious depression went on there. I hated it.
But tonight, I get to sleep in my very own bed because my neck pain has gone down drastically from nursing it so fervently. And taking my pain meds when required. Go me! I watched Emma, and Pride & Prejudice. It only gives me more incentive to study!
Tomorrow, I shall study heavily for the SAT, write, and sleep. A good friday it shall be.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Hills, castles, and misty dreams
I love Great Britain. I have for 5 years. Sometimes, I think people forget that. But I don't.
When I was 12 years old, my father decided to take our family to Great Britain. He flew us to London and we stayed in the huge city for a few days. We traveled around the remainder England for the first week, staying at bed and breakfasts, experiencing the huge, beautiful, touristy amusements the country had to offer; and we basked in the sublte warmth and comfort of the countryside and the people.
Then, we went to Wales. We stayed in Llanelli that sunday and went to the small ward there. Roughly 75 people attended that ward, and being new the young women's program, I went to the young women's meeting. There were only 4 girls there, not including myself. And I met a girl. She was the only Laurel there. She was so kind to me, talking to me and taking care of me. Making me feel so welcome. Even though I knew her for 2 hours, I hold her in the highest esteem. In the afterlife, I will see her again and hug her in graditude. Never have I visited a ward and felt so loved.
The next few days were spent driving around Wales. We went to countless castles (for Wales has the most castles per square foot than any other country) and I saw herds of sheep running around, wrapped in heavy coats of wool. They always watched us as we trekked up the hills to the castles, some would even follow us for a few steps. I took it into my head that I should like to chase these sheep and try to talk to them. In their native tongue, sheepish. There is a photo of me, running behind the herd as they flee (like sheep do). I am reminiscent of a sheep dog in that posture. I did give up on the running bit and tried my hand at "sheepish." And that got their fleecey attention. They were riveted in so much as to approach me. My bleating seemed to be pretty good! But I digress.
The castles there are all set into the emerald green hills. Almost always do they rest upon the top of a hill, the base of which has a forest growing and extending. Most of the castles had lost their floors, various walls, and were over grown with vines and grasses. Broken pieces of stone lay scattered in a beautifully tragic way. But the last one, was remarkably intact compared to the previous ones I had seen. It still had most of its walls, floors, and ceilings. True, one half of the place was nothing but an archway, a few crumbled corners, and a pair of huge sheep nestled against a boulder. But the other half... It was a lovely.
Two stairways on different sides of the structure, both leading to an upper room, which was most likely a study. The room possessed a large old carpet, a lovely wood table and windows with a breath taking view of the small town across the hills. One window had a view of the road. And if, when poking your head out into the cool air, you looked straight down, you could see a small Ewe, tucked into a discreet corner. I put my linguistics to good use once again and carried on a conversation. Yes, that lonely sheep respond to me. And when my family and I had to leave, walking down the dirt road to our hulking van, I saw that sheep emerge from her hidy-hole. She stood on the stone wall, which protected the corridor from the sheer drop off the cliff. She stood and watched me walk. And then, as if to call me back, she sent out a long bleat. And I, in turn, echoed her. This we did until she was nothing but a small white shine against the dark gray stone.
On our last day in Wales, we decided to visit a Fairy Glen. A Fairy Glen is not some advertised tourist trap. I cannot think of anything I saw in the whole country that was. A Fairy Glen appears to be nothing more than a wooden gate in a wooden fence. The fence, being only 3 feet in height and consisting of two rectangular beams per section, each section about 6 feet in length. Needless to say, a glimpse of the glen is not difficult to catch. So, you drop the required amount of money into a locked box and, on your honor, you go through the small rickety gate.
And, just the same as the view outside the gate implies, you are in a small field that has a small worn path winding through it. The grass is a lovely light shade of green, and it smells heavenly, for you can see small flowers poking up between grass blades. And you follow the path until it leads you into the woods. Yes, the view of the field was only a small portion of this glen wherein dwell fairies.
The wood is dark and rich in greens, browns and yellows. In fact, some green leaves are so dark in color, they appear blue. And the ground is dappled with sunlight, so the forest has the illusion of being a forest of glowing gems and precious things.
You follow the path, passing perfectly grown mushrooms, tiny ivy leaves, clover patches, and (as you go deeper) small petaled flowers. Pinks, yellows, blues, and whites, these flowers are tiny and innocent. They grow everywhere.
The trees are not thick and tall. They are slender, but strong. Some have almost black bark and dark green leaves, their branches extending out in an effort to cover as much ground from the sun as they can. And then there are trees with white bark and pale green leaves, with branches no thicker than a tetherball pole, the branches grow almost straight up or not out too far. It is as though the tree is trying to wrap itself up for a long rest.
The path leads you down to a small river. It is not a creek, nor a brook. It is a river. It tumbles over smooth blue stones. Stones that have fallen from the sheer rock wall across from you. It tumbles and bubbles over these stones and around a large boulder, whirling around the bends. And if you climb upon this boulder and look down the river, you can see the mist between the sheer walls. As the mist lightens, there is a large log that has fallen into the slim ravine. But it is too long and has become caught against the rocks. It is the only connection you can see between the two shadowy walls. And it is growing still. You can see the green. But then the mist thickens and the bridge is gone.
It is at this time you see the butterflies. The river is surrounded by butterflies. They are pearly white and fluttering like a whisper on the wind. They float around you, batting their angelic wings in soft motions.
It is entrancing.
You can see how a girl, who has known nothing but dusty deserts, red mountains of clay, and for a short while, the green of California, would fall in love with this country set in the land of her ancestors. Not only does my blood call for me to go, but my adventurous side calls. My romantic side. My artistic side. My soul yearns to return. It always has ever since that day. I have missed the green hills, the kind people, the comfort of the air and the language.
I miss it.
When I was 12 years old, my father decided to take our family to Great Britain. He flew us to London and we stayed in the huge city for a few days. We traveled around the remainder England for the first week, staying at bed and breakfasts, experiencing the huge, beautiful, touristy amusements the country had to offer; and we basked in the sublte warmth and comfort of the countryside and the people.
Then, we went to Wales. We stayed in Llanelli that sunday and went to the small ward there. Roughly 75 people attended that ward, and being new the young women's program, I went to the young women's meeting. There were only 4 girls there, not including myself. And I met a girl. She was the only Laurel there. She was so kind to me, talking to me and taking care of me. Making me feel so welcome. Even though I knew her for 2 hours, I hold her in the highest esteem. In the afterlife, I will see her again and hug her in graditude. Never have I visited a ward and felt so loved.
The next few days were spent driving around Wales. We went to countless castles (for Wales has the most castles per square foot than any other country) and I saw herds of sheep running around, wrapped in heavy coats of wool. They always watched us as we trekked up the hills to the castles, some would even follow us for a few steps. I took it into my head that I should like to chase these sheep and try to talk to them. In their native tongue, sheepish. There is a photo of me, running behind the herd as they flee (like sheep do). I am reminiscent of a sheep dog in that posture. I did give up on the running bit and tried my hand at "sheepish." And that got their fleecey attention. They were riveted in so much as to approach me. My bleating seemed to be pretty good! But I digress.
The castles there are all set into the emerald green hills. Almost always do they rest upon the top of a hill, the base of which has a forest growing and extending. Most of the castles had lost their floors, various walls, and were over grown with vines and grasses. Broken pieces of stone lay scattered in a beautifully tragic way. But the last one, was remarkably intact compared to the previous ones I had seen. It still had most of its walls, floors, and ceilings. True, one half of the place was nothing but an archway, a few crumbled corners, and a pair of huge sheep nestled against a boulder. But the other half... It was a lovely.
Two stairways on different sides of the structure, both leading to an upper room, which was most likely a study. The room possessed a large old carpet, a lovely wood table and windows with a breath taking view of the small town across the hills. One window had a view of the road. And if, when poking your head out into the cool air, you looked straight down, you could see a small Ewe, tucked into a discreet corner. I put my linguistics to good use once again and carried on a conversation. Yes, that lonely sheep respond to me. And when my family and I had to leave, walking down the dirt road to our hulking van, I saw that sheep emerge from her hidy-hole. She stood on the stone wall, which protected the corridor from the sheer drop off the cliff. She stood and watched me walk. And then, as if to call me back, she sent out a long bleat. And I, in turn, echoed her. This we did until she was nothing but a small white shine against the dark gray stone.
On our last day in Wales, we decided to visit a Fairy Glen. A Fairy Glen is not some advertised tourist trap. I cannot think of anything I saw in the whole country that was. A Fairy Glen appears to be nothing more than a wooden gate in a wooden fence. The fence, being only 3 feet in height and consisting of two rectangular beams per section, each section about 6 feet in length. Needless to say, a glimpse of the glen is not difficult to catch. So, you drop the required amount of money into a locked box and, on your honor, you go through the small rickety gate.
And, just the same as the view outside the gate implies, you are in a small field that has a small worn path winding through it. The grass is a lovely light shade of green, and it smells heavenly, for you can see small flowers poking up between grass blades. And you follow the path until it leads you into the woods. Yes, the view of the field was only a small portion of this glen wherein dwell fairies.
The wood is dark and rich in greens, browns and yellows. In fact, some green leaves are so dark in color, they appear blue. And the ground is dappled with sunlight, so the forest has the illusion of being a forest of glowing gems and precious things.
You follow the path, passing perfectly grown mushrooms, tiny ivy leaves, clover patches, and (as you go deeper) small petaled flowers. Pinks, yellows, blues, and whites, these flowers are tiny and innocent. They grow everywhere.
The trees are not thick and tall. They are slender, but strong. Some have almost black bark and dark green leaves, their branches extending out in an effort to cover as much ground from the sun as they can. And then there are trees with white bark and pale green leaves, with branches no thicker than a tetherball pole, the branches grow almost straight up or not out too far. It is as though the tree is trying to wrap itself up for a long rest.
The path leads you down to a small river. It is not a creek, nor a brook. It is a river. It tumbles over smooth blue stones. Stones that have fallen from the sheer rock wall across from you. It tumbles and bubbles over these stones and around a large boulder, whirling around the bends. And if you climb upon this boulder and look down the river, you can see the mist between the sheer walls. As the mist lightens, there is a large log that has fallen into the slim ravine. But it is too long and has become caught against the rocks. It is the only connection you can see between the two shadowy walls. And it is growing still. You can see the green. But then the mist thickens and the bridge is gone.
It is at this time you see the butterflies. The river is surrounded by butterflies. They are pearly white and fluttering like a whisper on the wind. They float around you, batting their angelic wings in soft motions.
It is entrancing.
You can see how a girl, who has known nothing but dusty deserts, red mountains of clay, and for a short while, the green of California, would fall in love with this country set in the land of her ancestors. Not only does my blood call for me to go, but my adventurous side calls. My romantic side. My artistic side. My soul yearns to return. It always has ever since that day. I have missed the green hills, the kind people, the comfort of the air and the language.
I miss it.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Nice earrings - rawr
My new watch. My mom gave it to me for my birthday. Nifty huh? I love it. I have been wanting this watch for a long time.I'm super tired. I didn't sleep well last night. Not sure why. Just didn't. Yesterday evening was not so good. I had a fight with a friend. I realized it was my fault and apologized, but he ignored me and wouldn't respond. I'm angry and hurt at him now. Gr.
I have to change. House work. Woo
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Buy his freedom with your love!
So much accomplished, but so much left to do. I've signed up to take the SAT in october and I've started on the on-line course. I've started my application to Swansea University. I've been looking through my english-welsh dictionary trying to figure out how to say the words.
But I have to actually TAKE the SAT, do phenominally well this quarter and every quarter inbetween Swansea, and then send in the application. I can't send that in until the SAT is taken. I think. I shouldn't at least. That's the impression I am under.
Neehoo. I work a lot. A lot. It's tiring and not fun at all. I wish I didn't, quite frankly. I would rather be in an office or a bakery or somewhere where I don't have to deal with customers. I take orders very well. I can't deal with strangers spurr of the moment. I can but it makes me miserable and uncomfortable. *sad*
And today I remembered why it is I like this guy. I told someone about him today and they had never heard a thing about him, so I got to tell all and it was just a reminder. It was nice. Mmm. Memories.
Speaking of memories! I have been listening to the phantom of the opera! I will probably become vastly depressed within the week, but I need some indulgence. I love the phantom... he's so cool. Wicked awesome.
But I have to actually TAKE the SAT, do phenominally well this quarter and every quarter inbetween Swansea, and then send in the application. I can't send that in until the SAT is taken. I think. I shouldn't at least. That's the impression I am under.
Neehoo. I work a lot. A lot. It's tiring and not fun at all. I wish I didn't, quite frankly. I would rather be in an office or a bakery or somewhere where I don't have to deal with customers. I take orders very well. I can't deal with strangers spurr of the moment. I can but it makes me miserable and uncomfortable. *sad*
And today I remembered why it is I like this guy. I told someone about him today and they had never heard a thing about him, so I got to tell all and it was just a reminder. It was nice. Mmm. Memories.
Speaking of memories! I have been listening to the phantom of the opera! I will probably become vastly depressed within the week, but I need some indulgence. I love the phantom... he's so cool. Wicked awesome.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Interesting and appalling
Today was crazy! I went to work and made myself so tired. T__T When I got home, I started working on the invitations. I got 2 completely done. I need to do 10 more. Oh joy! And to hear back from karren and jared. Stop ignoring me, people!
Tomorrow is church. My hair is straight. I'm tired. I have to finish the invites.
Tomorrow is church. My hair is straight. I'm tired. I have to finish the invites.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Motivated Meats
"I lost a piece of meat. Get back here, piece of meat! I want you. I want to eat you." -Me
"That's really not much motivation for it to come back." -Haley
"It's dead! It has motivation to become alive in the love of my stomach!" -Me
We're so funny.
"That's really not much motivation for it to come back." -Haley
"It's dead! It has motivation to become alive in the love of my stomach!" -Me
We're so funny.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
In australia, the world map is upside down
Work makes me tired and doesn't leave much to write about. Alas.
But, a few days ago I went to my sister's and we spent the day writin and planning my birthday. It was a blast! ^__^ Soooo fun! Oh, Rick never called me back. Ah well.
Dad had his birthday, I gave him a belt with Gordo. He was very happy. And I'm still working. Tra la la la. Thbpt! Dad says that when I get enough to pay him back, I'm allowed to quit. Maybe I will. I really hate retail. It makes me so unhappy. Next summer, if I don't go to Wales study abroad, I'll get a job closer to home. With a set schedule too. That'd be very nice. Only, I don't know where I'd be able to work that isn't retail... *sigh* I'll figure something out. The distance is too much. Traffic, gas, a long time to drive after working at night.
I must get ready for work. Ruley truly.
But, a few days ago I went to my sister's and we spent the day writin and planning my birthday. It was a blast! ^__^ Soooo fun! Oh, Rick never called me back. Ah well.
Dad had his birthday, I gave him a belt with Gordo. He was very happy. And I'm still working. Tra la la la. Thbpt! Dad says that when I get enough to pay him back, I'm allowed to quit. Maybe I will. I really hate retail. It makes me so unhappy. Next summer, if I don't go to Wales study abroad, I'll get a job closer to home. With a set schedule too. That'd be very nice. Only, I don't know where I'd be able to work that isn't retail... *sigh* I'll figure something out. The distance is too much. Traffic, gas, a long time to drive after working at night.
I must get ready for work. Ruley truly.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
And she takes pictures
I learned how to take pictures of my desktop with my computer! Woooo.
That would be my desktop. With my browser open to my dreamblog. Spiffy, eh? I designed that blog myself. v_v
That would be my desktop. With my browser open to my dreamblog. Spiffy, eh? I designed that blog myself. v_v
Friday, July 28, 2006
In which I keep you all up to date
Lo siento on not updating. Life has been dragging, lagging, and gagging. Bleah.
Dragging because it's lost the sparkle it once held. I used to look forward to things each day. Now what do I look forward to? Going to a place where I must talk to complete strangers, most of whom brush me off with cold and unfeeling remarks. And I'm expected to smile. Which I do. I do my job well. But it's hard on my shy side. So yeah, I go to work and it's very scary. But I do it well and it pays well and my co-workers are always pleasant. :)
Lagging because I get nothing done I have intended to get done. Grarg. I meant to start my RSOM submission this summer, hoping to finish it before school. But work is so tiring and depressing that I haven't the energy nor heart to do any worth while pieces. Well, not true. I did start a painting, which I am amazingly proud of. But, as I said, I'm really quite tired and it's hard to have the strength to pour my whole self into. Which I must do for a piece to turn out right. I only get to work on it on the weekends, and only weekends I do not work. Which will not be this weekend.
Gagging because things have become interesting when involving my love life. A guy from church asked me out, we went out and I decided he's a dandy friend but I'm not interested in dating him. So, no more dates with buddy boy. There's another guy who I am pretty sure likes me, but I am under the strong impression he's waiting for me to make the move. Which I don't do. I am not a mover. Nope. I'm too shy to move. If a guy wants me, he's gotta get up and come. I don't hold grudges, or bite (unless I become frightened of you), and rarely say no to a guy. Unless you give me the heebie geebies. But only 2 guys give me those. So even though guys seem to have discovered I am, in fact, a girl and I do, in fact, have some attractive qualities, I can only think of two guys I would be willing to go out with more than once and neither of them are interested in me. BUT that does not mean I will turn down other guys. I'm not shallow like that.
Now the update has been stated. On to today!
I worked. Worked. Worked. And slept. There was some food involved, and phone calls. But mostly working and sleeping.
I got up at the beginning of traffic and left at thirty minutes to the end of traffic, got to work when traffic ended, read until 2.5 hours before lunch, and worked until traffic began again.
I managed to make my highest UPT (units per transaction) a 5, which was the highest when I left work, so I might get the 10 dollar discount tomorrow. Which is good because I'm buying a pair of shoes. The last pair of Trista, which so happen to be in my size. They're very pretty black strappy shoes that I can wear to church. Perfect, because all my other church shoes are winter shoes. Summer shoes! Yay! And they're so comfy and nice. Black leather. Hot sthtuff. Oh, and they're 50% off. *hee hee* Not so expensive now, eh Pacha? I hope I get the ten dollars off so they only cost me a very little amount.
I must must MUST sleep. I have to go to Haley's tomorrow, the bank, and then to work. Again. All day. I'm closing tomorrow. Mee hee....
Dragging because it's lost the sparkle it once held. I used to look forward to things each day. Now what do I look forward to? Going to a place where I must talk to complete strangers, most of whom brush me off with cold and unfeeling remarks. And I'm expected to smile. Which I do. I do my job well. But it's hard on my shy side. So yeah, I go to work and it's very scary. But I do it well and it pays well and my co-workers are always pleasant. :)
Lagging because I get nothing done I have intended to get done. Grarg. I meant to start my RSOM submission this summer, hoping to finish it before school. But work is so tiring and depressing that I haven't the energy nor heart to do any worth while pieces. Well, not true. I did start a painting, which I am amazingly proud of. But, as I said, I'm really quite tired and it's hard to have the strength to pour my whole self into. Which I must do for a piece to turn out right. I only get to work on it on the weekends, and only weekends I do not work. Which will not be this weekend.
Gagging because things have become interesting when involving my love life. A guy from church asked me out, we went out and I decided he's a dandy friend but I'm not interested in dating him. So, no more dates with buddy boy. There's another guy who I am pretty sure likes me, but I am under the strong impression he's waiting for me to make the move. Which I don't do. I am not a mover. Nope. I'm too shy to move. If a guy wants me, he's gotta get up and come. I don't hold grudges, or bite (unless I become frightened of you), and rarely say no to a guy. Unless you give me the heebie geebies. But only 2 guys give me those. So even though guys seem to have discovered I am, in fact, a girl and I do, in fact, have some attractive qualities, I can only think of two guys I would be willing to go out with more than once and neither of them are interested in me. BUT that does not mean I will turn down other guys. I'm not shallow like that.
Now the update has been stated. On to today!
I worked. Worked. Worked. And slept. There was some food involved, and phone calls. But mostly working and sleeping.
I got up at the beginning of traffic and left at thirty minutes to the end of traffic, got to work when traffic ended, read until 2.5 hours before lunch, and worked until traffic began again.
I managed to make my highest UPT (units per transaction) a 5, which was the highest when I left work, so I might get the 10 dollar discount tomorrow. Which is good because I'm buying a pair of shoes. The last pair of Trista, which so happen to be in my size. They're very pretty black strappy shoes that I can wear to church. Perfect, because all my other church shoes are winter shoes. Summer shoes! Yay! And they're so comfy and nice. Black leather. Hot sthtuff. Oh, and they're 50% off. *hee hee* Not so expensive now, eh Pacha? I hope I get the ten dollars off so they only cost me a very little amount.
I must must MUST sleep. I have to go to Haley's tomorrow, the bank, and then to work. Again. All day. I'm closing tomorrow. Mee hee....
Cymru
This evening I was looking around the Swansea University website, checking out the English and Welsh study program and I couldn't figure out the reuirements I need to transfer. So I just sent an email to the international advisor. I'm nervous! It's basically my first attempt to contact a University.
Tomorrow I'm off to haley's to find my earring. Or to try to find my earring. T_T I hope I do.
Tomorrow I'm off to haley's to find my earring. Or to try to find my earring. T_T I hope I do.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Fall Schedule
English literature: Mythology and Folklore
Tues/Thurs • 1:30-3:10
Phys. Ed: Tai Chi
Mon/wed • 9:30-10:20
Spanish: Spanish 001
Tues/thurs • 3:45-5:55
Nutrition: Contemporary Nutrition
Tues/thurs • 11:30-1:10
I win. That's 13.5 units. I will not let myself get less than a 4.0 this quarter.
Tues/Thurs • 1:30-3:10
Phys. Ed: Tai Chi
Mon/wed • 9:30-10:20
Spanish: Spanish 001
Tues/thurs • 3:45-5:55
Nutrition: Contemporary Nutrition
Tues/thurs • 11:30-1:10
I win. That's 13.5 units. I will not let myself get less than a 4.0 this quarter.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Pacific Heights
I've been feeling rather breathless teh past few days. I need to take deep breaths a lot and I can't sing too much, which makes driving a bit boring. I like to sing-a-long. My knees have also been acting up. Super lame.
But other than that jazzy stuff, life's nice. Work is good, though my breathlessness is taking it's toll on me. Last week was infinitly better than the past two days... I went to Laura's today and finally got her to watch Howl's Moving Castle, which she loved. Of course. Who wouldn't.
I have to register for classes tomorrow at 5 am. And at 9:45 I have my root canal. Of doom. Don't expect me to be miss sunshine and butterflies when I'm less than twelve hours away from having a tooth completely massacred in a burst of pain and DEATH!
But other than that jazzy stuff, life's nice. Work is good, though my breathlessness is taking it's toll on me. Last week was infinitly better than the past two days... I went to Laura's today and finally got her to watch Howl's Moving Castle, which she loved. Of course. Who wouldn't.
I have to register for classes tomorrow at 5 am. And at 9:45 I have my root canal. Of doom. Don't expect me to be miss sunshine and butterflies when I'm less than twelve hours away from having a tooth completely massacred in a burst of pain and DEATH!
Friday, July 14, 2006
I'm thinking of going to....
I got a lot off my chest at Laura's today. I told her all my worries about school and we made a startling good discovery about myself. And the more I think about it, the better I feel about my path. The path seems more clear, and I don't mind taking the extra time at De Anza to get the grades I need. There aren't any boys to distract me from my schooling so I should be able to spend most of my time doing school and not going to activities just to meet a boy. That's pointless for me right now. It may change should I meet a guy worth while. I'll know if I meet a guy like that. I sort of haven't right now anyway.
But yeah. A wonderful idea has been formed and it seems too good to be true.
But yeah. A wonderful idea has been formed and it seems too good to be true.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Just a little more
I had a lot of short dreams last night. They were like a phrase someone would say to me as we sat next to each other, or my looking a piece of paper. Like in one dream, I was confused because a webpage wasn't loading. It should have been. We were already in July. So I looked at my calender and it said we were in June. And my mom said that too. We were still in June. I was so confused. Another one was that I came out of my house and found it wasn't in Los Gatos anymore. And then I realized I wasn't even in my own house! I felt so lost and confused. Again. Yes, all my dreams left me completely confused.
Dad deleted something off my computer that took up 28 GB. Now my computer is faster and there's more room. Hopefully, all the fits it's been throwing, telling me there's no more "disk space" will stop.
I need to eat something. And shower. I have work at 3. I'm still feeling horrible and depressed. I don't want to go to work. *sigh*
Dad deleted something off my computer that took up 28 GB. Now my computer is faster and there's more room. Hopefully, all the fits it's been throwing, telling me there's no more "disk space" will stop.
I need to eat something. And shower. I have work at 3. I'm still feeling horrible and depressed. I don't want to go to work. *sigh*
A dangerous resolve
Whew, that may not have solved any problems, but it made me feel amazingly better. After a complete and utter melt down (which I am still teetering around the edge of) I washed a box of rasberries, filled up my bathtub, put a bath fizzy in (which turned out to be Wild Rasberry scented, so the water turned a bright reddish pink; I felt like I was bathing in non-sticky juice), got my book, and lounged. It was nice. I even lit a candle.
But my neck and head still ache, my eyes are still red and sore, and I'm still completely racked with terror.
Whatever.
But my neck and head still ache, my eyes are still red and sore, and I'm still completely racked with terror.
Whatever.
I'm contemplating a makeover. Not in my appearances. Just in my life.
Throwing away all the junk cluttering up my shelves and boxes. Stopping my visits to MySpace and LDSlinkup (maybe once a month or less). Only writing in my blogspots. Not going on IM anymore. Basically restricting my computer use to Word and photoshop/painter. I'm sure I'll still watch anime and read comic books. But, things are gonna change. Or they should.
There are no boys worth my time in my life right now. I realize that. He doesn't like me and that's fine. I don't want a guy who doesn't like me. I'm so turned off by that. He bothers me, now that I think about it. His mannerisms push my buttons.
I will save my money up for the thing I want, but if I can't afford it, I'll buy a new wardrobe. Toss out all my old crappy clothes and buy new stuff.
Finish all the stories I've started and put all finish works in a file. That'll be a good way to kill time.
Things are gonna change. I'll make them.
After I finish crying. Who knows what this bout will end.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
meh
I'm sick. Horribly so. Gut wrenching pain. I've grown accustomed to shuddering with pain. -_-
Anyway, so, remember when I hurt my knee back in whenever it was? Yes, at the pool thing in June or May. Or something? Yes. Well, the pain faded away and only popped up if I locked my knee to tightly or tried to turn on my locked knee. Something trippy. But since I started working again, which is two days, I can't lock my knee anymore, and my other knee it in a constant dull, vaguely annoying pain. While I'm sitting. If I'm standing, it hurts like crazy.
More work tomorrow. I'm tired.... I also have to clean my bathroom. I'm still not sure how I'm cleaning shower/tub.
Whatever.
Anyway, so, remember when I hurt my knee back in whenever it was? Yes, at the pool thing in June or May. Or something? Yes. Well, the pain faded away and only popped up if I locked my knee to tightly or tried to turn on my locked knee. Something trippy. But since I started working again, which is two days, I can't lock my knee anymore, and my other knee it in a constant dull, vaguely annoying pain. While I'm sitting. If I'm standing, it hurts like crazy.
More work tomorrow. I'm tired.... I also have to clean my bathroom. I'm still not sure how I'm cleaning shower/tub.
Whatever.
My head, it dies....
Last night, before I went to bed, I decided (at random) to knit a row on the blanket I'm knitting. But by the endof the row, I had this head ache forming at the base of my neck. I figured it was from sitting up straight with my head bent down for so long. So I rolled my neck around, took the hair tie out of my hair, and lay down. The head ache was still there when I fell asleep. During all my dreams, I had the head ache. I actually remember thinking about the pain as I dreamed. When I woke up, it was still there and worse than before. So I've taken some advil. Here's hoping! -_-*
Work in an hour and a half. I can't wait to be standing for 5 and a half hours today. Oh joy. My head is going to fall off!!!
Work in an hour and a half. I can't wait to be standing for 5 and a half hours today. Oh joy. My head is going to fall off!!!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
If you get teleported, tell me immediately.
Work from 9:30 - 3 tomorrow. That's a long time. And the boys are coming over tomorrow after work. Or, at least, Dan is. So far. Maybe Brendan and Spencer. We'll see. I hope so. I miss them all very much. Dan's bringing me more Bleach! He's super nice. ^_^
Work today was good, as usual. Most of it was just the representative showing us the new lines coming in. I have to catch up to date on our pieces and learn the names of the sets and such. So much to do.
My computer is being bad too. It's new and great, but everytime I go to wake it up from sleep, it gets stuck in the twirlly rainbox ring and I have to restart it. And it's under the impression that it has no disk space left. Poor dillusional fool.... But Daddy comes home tomorrow and promises to help me! And so does Jared, if worse comes to worst. Jared is good. He works for apple and knows all about how it works. Dad knows a lot too. He's super smart.
Bed. Work early tomorrow. I have to leave at 8:30. Blearg!
Work today was good, as usual. Most of it was just the representative showing us the new lines coming in. I have to catch up to date on our pieces and learn the names of the sets and such. So much to do.
My computer is being bad too. It's new and great, but everytime I go to wake it up from sleep, it gets stuck in the twirlly rainbox ring and I have to restart it. And it's under the impression that it has no disk space left. Poor dillusional fool.... But Daddy comes home tomorrow and promises to help me! And so does Jared, if worse comes to worst. Jared is good. He works for apple and knows all about how it works. Dad knows a lot too. He's super smart.
Bed. Work early tomorrow. I have to leave at 8:30. Blearg!
Monday, July 10, 2006
I amaze everybody.
We watched My Blue Heaven tonight as a family. Good movie. I also watched Grease again. I've noticed recently that I have become different in my ways of movie watching. When I was a lot younger, it was like "Allison come watch this movie" be it at home or at the theatre. And I would come bounding into the room. Now I want to know what it is and what it's about and then I'll decide. And even then....
So, tomorrow is my first day of work in a while. I go in at 2, so lucky me, it's not way early. I'm not opening. Or closing, in fact. Sweet!
I haven't got a black shirt to wear. Snnnnnnnap. Well, there's only one shirt I could wear, really. It's a cardigan combo and unbearably hot. But it'll do. But I don't know if I can wear it everyday of the week as I work. Maybe my sister will have some I can use until I go shirt shopping. I should like some short sleeved things. I also hope I'll be able to get a black skirt. ^_^
Anywho. I'm starved! Hamburger?
So, tomorrow is my first day of work in a while. I go in at 2, so lucky me, it's not way early. I'm not opening. Or closing, in fact. Sweet!
I haven't got a black shirt to wear. Snnnnnnnap. Well, there's only one shirt I could wear, really. It's a cardigan combo and unbearably hot. But it'll do. But I don't know if I can wear it everyday of the week as I work. Maybe my sister will have some I can use until I go shirt shopping. I should like some short sleeved things. I also hope I'll be able to get a black skirt. ^_^
Anywho. I'm starved! Hamburger?
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