Monday, April 20, 2009

I Need Some Summer CPR

Ever since about... September, when school started this last fall semester, I have not been social. When school was in I was FAR TOO busy to be social. I had to work, study, go to school and sleep, so that was all I did... at first is was hard, but soon I was used to not being social. Really every semester was that way, but usually school either started again, or it was summer and summer would breath life into me. WELL, now it's done, I'm done with school, and I'M DEAD! I'm so socially LAZY!! I hate the cold... so I stay in... I hate going out when it's dark, I feel lazy... so I stay in... I'm so used to staying in and not being social that it's easy to have excuses.

I MUST BREAK THE CYCLE! This weekend I went out with some of my cruise ladies and some other wardies, and it was fun, then Saturday I went to a party with some wardies and other people for a girls birthday... but it was AWKWARD! I only knew like 2 people when I got there, the birthday girl, and the girl throwing the party... then 2 other girls came I knew and they made me stay... so... I've made a little effort... then my cruise should help, and so should the warm weather, it's easier to go out when the weather draws me out...

So that's my situation, I'm gonna try to make a stronger effort, BUT it's not gonna be easy. I have to work, sleep, workout, be social... that's a lot of work... :)

WELL... I'm leaving for Europe in like 36 hours. YAY!!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Grr!

Friday morning, like any other, I went out to my car and sat down in it, and then I saw it. Dark red something splatered all over my windsheild. I look to my right and there is more all over the passenger window. I quickly catapult from my car and run around to the front/right of my car. The side and hood were covered in dark red smatterings of something. I notice it's on the ground by my car and on the wall that separates our yard from theirs. Not sure what to think but knowing I gotta get to work, I clean off my windsheild and hurry to work. The more I think about it the more I wonder what it is. I know it's not paint, but I start to think it could be blood.

Since I don't know what it is, I decide it would be best to call the police to come check it out first, and then I can go wash it off. I call the police from work, and an officer comes to my work to check it out. He leans close and confirms it's not paint or blood, but he's not sure what it is, so he makes a report and goes to talk to the neighbors while I go wash my car. Much to my dismay, the paint on my car is stained red after I get through washing it.

Amanda was home, so when the officer went to our house, she spoke with him. They went to the neighbors and discover that one of the teenagers was coloring part of her hair the night before, and then through the remaining dye away. Some of the younger kids (10 ish and 14 ish) dug the dye out of the garbage and decided to squirt it all on my car. GRR!

So now the neighbors are saying they will take care of getting it fixed, but we'll see. I'll keep you posted on the outcome.

Friday, April 10, 2009

My Imagination Station

*WARNING-Long, weird blog*

I already know what kind of comments I'm going to get when I post this blog, but I'm doing it anyway, because I'm me, and there are 3 things about me you should know if you don't already. First, I like to tell stories. People often don't like to hear some of the things I find interesting or entertaining, but that doesn't stop me, I tell them anyway, no matter how big or small. Second, I'm a big dreamer. I don't mean that in the "I have lots of goals and aspirations" way, although that is true too, but I mean that I have vivid and realistic dreams, and they often leave me thinking about them for days, and occasionally even trying to figure out if it was a dream. Lastly, I get attatched to people easily, and hate to lose touch with friends. I want to stay in touch with everyone, always, and so everyone in my life is important. Now... on with the story I'm here to tell.

I'm awake at an early hour because I guess I'm done sleeping, so I'm taking this time to stay awake so when my alarm goes off at 5, in one hour, I can more easily go workout. :) Why am I awake though? Well, I had a dream, then another, and now I can't sleep because... I think too much.

First dream, without telling the whole long thing, I have a friend I have not seen in a few years, and I do miss him. In my dream I must have been dating him (beause earlier I'd been jealous of a girl flirting with him, but we seemed to stay together), but he had a huge fight with his cousin (who in real life is a old friend of his I don't think he still talks to, who's soon to be ex-wife I know, so I know he's dealing with rage issues right now) over something I can't recall, but he kicked him out of his house for it. I was supposedly living accross the street and was outside for some reason that escapes me, so he set his sights on me. We must give these fellows names before we all get confused... My friend is "Joe" and his cousin is "Tom". So Tom comes across the street with the intent to take his rage out on me, and I'm scared. So I'm screaming at the top of my lungs for Joe to help me, and he hears me and comes out and saves me from Tom.

Joe takes me to his house and since it's night I use his lap as a pillow and lay down on the couch while he watches TV with a look of anger and concern that never leaves his face. I can't sleep though, while Joe never turns his gaze to the giant picture window in front of us, I can't take my eyes off it because Tom is pacing back and forth in front of the window with the black night behind him, waiting to attack. Soon Tom is not Tom anymore, he's a very large tiger pacing back and forth waiting for a chance to get his prey. Suddenly Tom, in tiger form, is in the house with us and I am cowering behind Joe as he tries to protect me.

Then I wake up!

When I fall back to sleep, I'm on vacation with multiple people, but someone is after us, all of us. We've been shot at, but no one was hurt, now we seem to have lost our assailants, so we try to enjoy a paranoid vacation, but with one wrong turn, we are back in the arms of the villains, and there is no escaping this time. I find myself wishing Joe was there to protect me this time too, and I wake up again.

Weird huh? So now I find myself really missing Joe. I used to have his number, not sure if it's his number anymore, but I wanna try to find it, or ask his real life cousin, who I am friends with, if he has it.

No, I don't think this dream means too much more than what it is, granted there was a time I liked him, and a time he liked me, but they were not at the same time. Mostly these dreams tend to prompt me to get back in touch with the person I dreamed about, because I miss them more and now have them on my mind. I did see him in passing a few months ago during finals at school, I was leaving the testing center as he was gong in, but I wasn't going to wait for him to be done, I had to get going, and who knows how long that would have been. So that is what I'll do later today, try to get in touch with him. We all know I could stand to be more social right now anyway. :)

Monday, April 6, 2009

Vacation Tragedies

I was supposed to go to Cancun with my friends 1.5 years ago, but 2 days before I left a hurricane hit that area, and our trip was canceled. Now, today I wake up to hear there was a earthquake in Italy, just outside Rome, early this morning, and I'm supposed to be there in 2 weeks. I sure hope this doesn't mess anything up... but so far it sounds like we should be okay.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Yikes!

I look like an atrocity right now. I sorta look like I've been in a fight... I may need to call in sick for work so I don't scare people... I have a scratch across my right cheek from who knows where, I have a self induced sore on my left cheek just below my eye from trying to rid myself of a white head, and I have an entire mountain range growing on my chin which I have nickname "The Little Rockies". So I'm quite the sight. I'm thinking that perhaps I could use it to my advantage and try to get a part in a horror movie... they won't have to waste too much money on makeup. I'll have to look into that. :)

Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Countdown Begins

In just 20 days (3 weeks from yesterday) I leave on my trip. For those of you who don't know, I LOVE to travel. I went on an Eastern Caribbean cruise 2.5 years ago, then to China last June, and now I'm heading to Europe on April 22nd to spend a couple days in Italy and then leave from Venice on a Greek Isles cruise for a week. I will be visiting Croatia, Turkey, and Greece during my cruise.

(Cinnamon Bay- Caribbean & The Great Wall of China)
(Venice Italy & Rome Italy)
(Greece & Turkey)

(Croatia)

Well, I was hoping I could get to 8 by the time I leave so I have something to wear, but I'm not seeing that happening anymore. I am down to 162, and I have my 2 larger size 8's fitting me, but I ate SO much yesterday, I'm ashamed to even say what all I ate, but then last night the parents of one of the ladies going on the cruise with me had us all over to their house for a "pre-cruise party". Her dad dressed as an Itlian waitor and her mom made us dinner with something from each country we are visiting, it was way nice of them and super fun.

ANYWAY, as I was eating my spaghetti with meatballs last night, I recalled all I had ate that day and felt a bit guilty, so I decided it crunch time... you could take it as like doing crunches, because I will be doing those more too, but I mean like as in finals for school type crunch time. I have slacked in working out this week, and so I gotta be diligent again, and then I decided I need to be a Dietary Nun, so to speak, for 3 weeks. I go crazy and eat so much crap sometimes (in the true fashion of someone who struggles with weight) and it doesn't help me accomplish my goals, so I gotta be a "Nun" and do everything a good person should do in their eating habits. I pulled on one of those larger 8's last night before I left, and saw my bulgy gut and felt a bit distressed about fitting into my clothes on my cruise.

So far today, I worked out for about 2.5 hours, and I've been eating good... cross your fingers for me that I can sustain it.

1/2 a day down, 19.5 to go...