Day Three: Write About Your Day in Great Detail

Alright. This has the potential to be very long. Or it could be fairly short. It depends on how much I actually remember.

I woke up this morning at around... 9:45, thanks to my bladder. And decided not to go back to sleep. I felt like I needed to be productive, which meant eating breakfast, watching T.V., and playing Bejeweled. However, being on Weight Watchers, I decided not to have breakfast. So, I walked into the living room, said good morning to Aubrey who was on her computer, and sat down in the arm chair and played Bejeweled. Then I got the [not so] brilliant idea to curl my hair. I had watched a YouTube video the previous night about how to do a 1940s hairstyle. Carly has to be the inventor of chocolate chips next Wednesday for her class, so I thought if I had time, I'd play around with her hair. So, that's what led me to the decision to do my own hair. Bad idea.

(I don't know who this is).

FIRST of all, I have way too much hair. What I was thinking, I DON'T KNOW. I started with the bottom with a curling iron. Am I stupid? It takes other people 2 hours to curl my hair, why on EARTH did I think I was going to do it any faster? Plus, when I do my own hair, I somehow lose my powers of hand-eye coordination. That curling iron sucked it right out of me, because it knew it had the upper hand. It was hotter than Hell, and it was going to make me go all stupid so that I burned myself. And it succeeded.

I haz a burn on mah finga. D:

Then I got Liz-a-beth's rollers. And that was an even bigger mess. Not only did that not work, but my head was a semi-curly, semi-scraggly frizz ball. So much for practice...

Then, I decided it was lunch time before I went to school. I had a Healthy Choice pasta thing that didn't fill me up, but it was 8 points. What's that about? I then went to Biology. Listened to Adele 21 as I made my way to class. And as embarrassing as this is to admit, I make myself sit all the way at the top of the lecture hall, in the back row, because I JUST fit in those seats. =/ I can't even use the little desks. Which is why I took this fat lard of a self to the rec.

Ah, the Rec. We meet again. I find this place intimidating as it is. And the fact that the elliptical in the very center of the room called me over didn't help my cause. When you're my size, starting out on the elliptical is probably not the best thing in the world. Not two minutes into the workout, I was all ready to collapse. However, I stuck through it for at least a mile, because I knew all those skinny b-tards would laugh in my face if I got off after two minutes. That thought made me angry. So, against my body's will, I surged though. 1 mile. And then I left without regret. Until I got to the stairs and my calf muscles decided that they would protest. I felt like a Barbie doll, you know, the way their feet remain in the pointing position? It wasn't even that it was painful...they just didn't want to work! So I had to walk down the stairs painfully slow to ensure that I didn't go flopping down the steps like fish out of water.

Tomorrow... I shall ride the bike. -nod- Then maybe, MAYBE, the elliptical once more on Saturday. Maybe.

I made it home alive and took a shower, blah, blah, blah, and ate dinner. A SmartOne. Then it was working time. I got to work a whole two hours at the pharmacy today. Had a great conversation with a kid who is probably in college, but I wonder...

Kid: Yeah, I'd like to pick up for _________.

Me: Alright. That'll be $120.

Kid: How can that be? One of those is a refill.

Me: -_-

Refills in the pharmacy are NOT like refills at Taco Bell, Moron. They're NOT FREE.

My brain is starting to hate me right now. So let's sum this up:

Went to store, got groceries, went home, have a headache, and eating broccoli. NOM.

FINIS!

My Thither.

Seeing as how my next "assignment" is for me to talk about my day in great detail, I should probably wait until tonight to make that post. So this isn't exactly my official post for the day. But it's still important.

I'm dedicating this blog to my big thither (as in "sister" with a lisp).

She's pretty much an angel. A gorgeous angel sent to me by God. I firmly believe that. She is one of the most patient, gentle, kind people I know. And she is truly a servant to God and others.

OMGah, does she make me laugh. My most epic, old-man-wheezing laughing fits have been with this redhead. Homegirl can SANG, too! In fact, she's on her way this weekend to audition, and she's going to be AMAZING. She's the best person in the world to sing in the car with. Especially musical theatre. We harmonize. We take our own parts. We rock it, we roll it. We put on Broadway shows in the small space of our cars. And it's EPIC.

I look up to her. She's beautiful in every single way you could possibly define the word.

URBAN DICTIONARY, help me out, please!! : D

1. Kate : A girl's name for the coolest person you will ever meet.

2. Kate: gorgeous, lovely, just generally amazing

3. Kate: A girl's name. Most girls named Kate are gorgeous, clever, friendly, lovely, generous, kind, have a good sense of humour, are quite spontaneous


Yep, pretty much!


Good luck this weekend, my friend. Know that you are missed ALWAYS and loved EVEN LONGER. :)

Day Two: 10 Likes and Dislikes

a/n: These are in NO particular order.

Likes:

1. Singing. The past year has been hard for me. Changing majors, no clue what my future has in store, not even sure if I'd be able to sing again like I love. I have tried to tell Singing, "Go away. Get a life. We're no longer friends." Singing didn't listen to me. It kept bothering me. It would show up in my car, the shower, the shows my friends are in that I wish I could be in. It wouldn't leave me the heck alone. Finally, we came face-to-Singing. We hugged it out and have been in love ever since. I'm only using Psychology to get my degree. Don't tell him that, though... he's been talking about maybe seeing a Psychiatrist about his problems...

2. Cats. I LOVE CATS. I do. I have a big baby and an annoying baby. Sassy is an 18 year old orange tabby. He's also a boy. When I was five years old, Homeward Bound was my favorite movie. I'd be damned if my cat's name wasn't going to be Sassy. Boy or not. Of course, we were also told by the woman that gave him to us that he was a girl. Vet kicked THAT in the pants when Sass was two. He's now mean, old, and senile. But still beautiful.

Then there's Jasper. Got him on a whim two years ago. And he's just plain OBNOXIOUS. (We're fighting right now, so I'm not posting anything sweet. Hmph).

3. I like Mt. Dew, but I have just recently had to tell him to take a hike because my new Weight Watcher friend does not approve. 

4. I like my friends. A lot. They keep me sane. And they love me for ME.

5. I know this is all "Things I like," but we're gonna make it "Things I LOVE." I LOVE my family. Especially these two...

6. I LOVE photography. I secretly wish that I'd actually be good at it. Along with affording a camera.

7. I like writing. 

8. I like to travel.

9. I like RAIN.

10. Absolute best for last. Jesus is my homeslice. He saved my life. I kind of love Him a LOT for that.

DISLIKES:

1. First and foremost - SPIDERS. And I refuse to post a picture of one of this terrifying monsters because I'll be too afraid to finish this post. I hate even the tiny ones. Because if your foot missed it and it gets away, WHERE DID IT GO?!? And then you sit in bed all night long, awake, with a blow torch in case the little [insert expletive here] comes back. Then your next day is screwed because you didn't sleep.

2. Mayonnaise. The very word makes me queezy. Also, I will not post a picture of this because I'll probably vomit and be unable to finish this post.

3. BAD GRAMMAR/SPELLING & IDIOCY. u know its not hard too type out all ur werds and capitalize when needed an act like youve ben to skool an know wat punctuation is. CUT IT OUT!

4. I hate Canadians. You can't trust them as far as you can throw the whole country. They're liars. They're lazy. They feed you those liar lies for three years until you finally wise up, thanks to friends with stalker tendencies, research this S.O.B. and find out they're not who they say they are. 

Ok, so maybe it's just one Canadian in particular. Because I really like Celine Dion.

5. Hot weather. I hate summer. I hate to sweat. I hate shorts. I look like a beached whale in them.

(Me in shorts below...)

6. I hate school.

7. I'm not a big fan of my job right now. Not saying I hate it. Not at all. I just...don't like it so much at the moment.

8. I hate it when people lie to me. 

9. I hate that I watch "Say Yes to the Dress" as much as I do. Sad business.

10. I hate that my mom and step-dad live so far away now!! WAH!!

THE END!!

Day One

I totally stole this from sweet Jenna LoserFace. ;) I have no muse lately, and this will get me up and writing again.

Basic things about myself... Hmm.

I'm a redheaded, Scotch-Irish kid. I just changed my major from Vocal Performance to Psychology. And I don't know when I'll EVER graduate. I also hate it when people ask me that question. I'm pro-grammar. I'm a pharmacy tech trying to decide if I actually like it or not. I have the bestest friends anyone could ever ask for, and a church family I love. Also a very large family-family that I love. Once I get my degree, I'm making my move to New York where I already have a voice teacher waiting for me. I'm hurrying, Gloria!! :)

I'm obsessed with Harry Potter.

I adore cats. Especially my own, Jasper.

And I'm a pretty big girl trying to find a guy that's happy with who I am, not what I am. In God's time.

Erm. I think that's about all.

**EDIT**

REWIND!!! Um, how could I forget the fact that I am impossibly terrified of spiders and mayo? HOW. COULD. I????

Just need to get this out...

"Keep it secret! Keep it safe!"

I'm sorry, but I don't think Gandalf was talking about friendship so much as a piece of jewelry. If you're going to pretend we're not friends with your other friends, then let's just save this whole "acting" crap, because things just hit the fan.

I don't understand people.

I don't understand YOU. You infuriate me. Yet it never lasts for more than a few seconds before we're fine again. What's so hard about telling people that? That we bicker constantly? Friends fight, you know. It's not completely out of the norm.

And yeah, we're fine again right now. But it still doesn't set well with me. I shouldn't be some secret. I don't intend to be some kind of threat. I mean, have you SEEN me?? Not threat material.

Be a man.

P.S. Congrats again on P-ing the Q.

All the Single Ladies

Okay, so I know I complain a lot about not having a significant other. About how the only "close to boyfriend" I had is now gay. And about how I've never been kissed. Oh, you haven't heard that? Well. Crawl out from under that rock.

Anyway, I'm actually glad I'm single. I think if I ever had a guy interested in me, I wouldn't know what to do. The thought freaks me out, quite honestly. I never dated as a teenager. No one was ever interested. So I don't know how to handle myself. I was thinking about this the other day, and it came to me:

Next to spiders, I am absolutely terrified of relationships.

Now, granted, I'm not making an excuse for the fact that I'm just not attractive or desirable. I'm pretty sure those are pretty good reasons I've never been in a relationship, also. But I also think I'd completely cop out if someone were to ever take interest in me. Because, like every other normal girl, I tend to catch myself day dreaming. What if I were in a relationship with this person? I'd think about it. And then completely scruntch my nose and move on. Like I'm better off without it.

It's so strange. I want, almost more than anything, to feel loved by a man, to be swept off my feet, to be so in love that I'm blinded by anything and everything bad in the world. But when I really think about it...it terrifies me.

Not to mention the fact that I want no part in the heart ache. Just getting my heart torn to pieces by guys I spill my heart out to is enough...but to be fully invested, to have actually spent time with a person, built a relationship, only to have it crumble? I can't imagine how that would make me feel. I don't even want to risk it.

And to even THINK about getting my first kiss? My God. HEAD FOR THE HILLS! RUN! DEAR GOD, SAVE THE CHILDREN!

Horrifying. I'm pretty sure that'd be one of the many things I'd eff up.

So, here's to being single. And to being content with it. There's a chance that God has a plan for me and my love life. But, you know, some people are meant to be alone. Not my first choice, but if it's the plan he has for me, then hey; I've got His Love. And that's all I should need.

Now, remind me of this next week when I'm all weepy, and I'll deny that I ever said such a thing. That's just the life of a normal girl.

I'm gonna finish school, move to New York, and then settle down with a nice Yankee. Yeah. No camoflage, no steel-toed boots, and no obnoxious, over-the-top southern accent. -sigh- Yeah. I'm sticking to that plan. :)

Suck. Suck. Suck.

Needless to say, things pretty much suck right now.

Okay, so, not so much "things" as work. Pretty much everything that COULD go wrong is happening to me or has happened to me while working there, and I'm just not sure I can handle this much pressure. Yeah. I'm saying I'm weak spirited. No one should go home crying after work because of work. Especially at least once a week. That's just ridiculous. I like most of the people. Others like to stir things up, which tends to make things worse in certain situations.

My mother wouldn't agree with me posting this, I wouldn't think. "People at work will see it." "It's not professional." You're right, Mom. But they already know what's going on. They know I'm miserable. And you know what? More than half of them hate being there, too.

Gigi's Cupcakes is hiring decorators. Do you know how much I would LOVE to have that job??? But, apparently, as my mother so delicately pointed out, I wouldn't learn as much or benefit as much from decorating cupcakes. I'd probably suck at that, too, anyway.

I'm probably going to state this in every post from now on, but I really miss my mom. This weekend she has been out of touch, working a church retreat where they can't have cell phones and stuff. Naturally, I've never needed to talk to her more.

In other news, I'm fat. I need to lose weight. Will you love me, then?