Busy but Happy

I have been a terrible blogger but with Christmas and New Years coming up life became hectic. My bosses were meeting with more people then before to get everyone in here before the close of the year and I finally have stuff to do at my job since I have passed my tests and am way more comfortable with our clients. Boss 1 will be in India for 2 weeks which is crazy to me. I always think of India as sweaty and dirty and full of strong smells of food and animals. Boss 1 will probably love it he is such a nut. Boss 2 will be pretty much around but not really available so next Thursday and Friday I will be all on my own. Hopefully there will be no crisises but knowing my luck they will.

I have wonderful news. My amazing wonderful boyfriend Jarrod asked me to marry him!! it is such an exciting stressful wonderful thing. He originially planned on asking me at the hike we did that morning but it was kinda well a bog with a power plant next to it my poor love. So while I was in the kitchen he comes up behind me and says "Hunny I love you so much, will you spend the rest of your life with me?" I, thinking it was just something he was saying because he felt especially loving at that moment, said "sure hunny". Then he put the ring in front of me and I freaked it was such a happy moment. The ring didn't fit, poor Jarrod, but it was beautiful with my grandmother's diamond in it and rose gold roses next to the diamond. Jarrod designed it himself. I love him so much.

Our problem is we have huge families and lots of friends. There is no way to shrink the guest list. And every day it feels like someone else is returning to my life and Im like theres no way I could leave them out! So we might just have it at Jarrods which is scary to me. I like his mom and the house and yard are beautiful (although messy at times) but his mom will have sooo much control then. But we might have like 200 guests and I am not trying to have my dad spend a fortune on one day. I just want a huge party with friends and fun. I want to look beautiful but not overdone. I want my bridesmaids to be comfortable and I just want it to go well. Which is scary hard to do haha. But I should be able to figure it out, I have lots of people eager to help. A wedding is a wonderful thing.

Another major event, Jarrod got offered the job. $60,000 a year. Its so wonderful. Plus Mead WestVaco will pay for any college and has a pension. There is no way he could turn it down. It does mean another year apart but we can make it, we have before, I just love him so much and I can't wait to be able to spend my life with him. We are so lucky that he would have such a great job offer right off the bat. I am ready to compromise and try and work from home in the future. Everything looks like it will be wonderful.

Stupid Paper Shreader

How hard is it to learn not to put too much in the paper shreader. Does it really take that much longer to shread your paper in 2 sets instead of one. The assistant from upstairs is trying to use our shreader and had now clogged it like 8 times all she does is go o crap turn it off and then TRY AGAIN. WITH THE SAME AMOUNT OF PAPER! It must just be too early for me that it could annoy me this much but it is so gd loud when she jams it. Then instead of pulling out the jam while it is off it sounds like she is turning it on and using something to push it through! Oh for the love of Pete. Now she is talking to Mr. Rob the Cradle about how there is crap all over the floor. She is so eloquent that lady.

Charlie is a nut but I love him

I am now in my second week with Charlie and I guess you could say the honey moon is over. While he is the greatest dog of all time, completely sweet and quiet most of the time.He is sooo curious and wants to smell and get his nose in everything. Walks are more like stop and go power walks and now Charlie is in the habit of waking me up at 7 in the morning on the weekend because he doesn't know the difference between Saturday and Wednesday. Sigh but I wouldn't trade him for anything with his cute cocked head and fuzzy little feet. He makes me smile all the time. We had his little vet trip and to my pain the doctor hurt him checking his hips. Charlie has hip problems. But he is afterall 8 years old and a small dog so this should never be a problem. But o it broke my heart when the doctor made him cry, though not meaning to. I was told multiple times what an angel I was to take in a dog at Charlie's age but I cant imagine getting any other one. He may be lucky but he was just what I wanted even with his yucky warts.

Charlie

Charlie is tiny!!! He only comes up to my knee. So cute I have never met an 8 year old dog that looked so much like a puppy. When he barks it sounds more like a goose honk and he now follows me everywhere I go in the house. He is fluffy and soft and poofy, he doesn't mess in the house, he doesn't go through the trash, he can't jump so he doesn't get on the furniture, and he is friendly to everyone. I can't think of how he could get better. After meeting him I have decided he is definitely a chow corgi mix not rottweiler like I assumed. His ears are floppy and soft. I never ever want to give him up!

Charlie

I don't care what my dad says. I am in love with his furry face. How can I not get him?

Rain Rain Go Away

Sigh Rainy Thursday. Thank you for making my day so much harder. Mother nature could have at least tried to cheer me up with sunshine but no, she just had to match my mood. My electric bills are through the roof and I don't even have internet or tv. Then on top of paying 200 my roomate apparently wants to pay more and has been setting the heat to 70 when I am either sleeping or not home, then avoiding me like i am going to tell her her bf has died in the war. So of course my room smells terrible because I can't open a window and I am sweating in my bed (that is totally getting fixed tonight when I go on a cleaning spree). Then the one thing I had that made this week wonderful, that Charlie the dog is now available, was taken away from me by my parents. Thinking I was telling a mom who was so on the same page as me that I was getting a dog my mom turned on me and told my dad that not only was I getting a dog I was planning on introducing it to Zoe. So I get the call from my dad that 1. I can't get a dog because i am going through life changes right now, 2. If I do it can never come home with me and I will have to find a pet sitter, 3. The vet bills will be horrendous, 4. What is the dog going to do if I am in night classes and 5. He understands that I am really feeling lonely right now because Jarrod is in Blacksburg, I am not talking to any of my friends, my sister refuses to spend time with me, my roomate is avoiding me, I haven't made any new friends in Richmond but is it really fair to get a dog because of it? So at this point I started crying because well I had already come to the conclusion that I have been pretty pathetic lately while on the way to Lowes the second time to get blinds(which didn't fit of course). I know he felt bad but F him. Does it look like I really need this right now. My chinchilla died and I am all alone in Richmond because I can't get off my ass and go out. And I was having a great day and I was in a great mood until I came home and my house was empty after I had left a note for the roomate asking her to wait around and talk to me about electricity. Then of course after sobbing my eyes out for an hour or so Jarrod calls and tells me yes you are being impulsive and this might not be a good idea. AHHH!

So I woke up this morning, hard enough to get out of bed when I am exhausted and I can't open my eyes from the puffiness then on top of that it is rainy day. Needless to say waking up was slow and the traffic was the cherry on my awesome Thursday. Im sure today is going to be awesome.

Heat Wars

So love the new place, love the new roomate, love the new rent, holly crap is that my electric bill!!!! Magically after last month the electric bill for my townhouse went from $84 to $186. WTF!!!! I changed 80% of the lightbulbs in the house to energy conserving, I am never here on weekends and my roomate is always working. How the hell did the bill go up 100?!!!On top of it all the old rere roomie never sent back the paperwork to the lease and the electric bill is in the other old roomies name. My hands are tied I am technically not suppose to be living here and yet I have ridiculous bills.

On top of it all the same thing as usual is happening I am having a themostat war with my roomate. I come home and change the heat to 65 or 60 if I am not going to be home for a while. She cranks it up to 70!!! that is shorts and tshirts weather, plus our thermostat is downstairs which has ceiling vents. MY ROOM WAS LIKE FRICKING 75 DEGREES ON SUNDAY MORNING! I should not have to wake up in a hot sweat when it is 35 degrees outside. Of course instead of having time to talk about it my roomate has a second job so I turn it down while she isn't here only to go to bed and have her come home and turn it to 70. So Im ready to fight about it because I am dying in my room it is sooo hot and she is cold. I am thinking I need to bring up a room switch or just tear her hair out because she doesn't care about my feelings.

Then back to the ridiculously high electric bill. What was she doing when I was out of town? How many nights has she switched the heat up? Is that why I have to pay 90 freaking dollars when I kept the heat at 55 and replaced all the light bulbs to energy efficient. I want to scream. Everyone knows I hate being hot. of course except my roomate who is turning into the roomate from hell. I should get out while I can!

Not doing to good today

I feel so sick today that I just do not feel like working. Truth is that it probably isn't that I am sick at all its just that I am exhausted, either way I want to go home. Last night, yet again I decided it would be a good idea to wait until after family guy to be over. Family guy was almost worth it. Of course it was hilarious as usual but I almost fell asleep at the wheel multiple times. I had to stop twice in an only 3 hour drive which is ridiculous and usually avoided because I hate wasting time like that. On top of being exhausted and my soda doing nothing, I called Jarrod multiple times to have someone to talk to to keep me up and he never answered. This of course drove me insane. I wanted to cry but my eyes were too tired, I wanted to sleep but beds on either side were too far away.

I want to go!!!

It is almost 4pm on a friday afternoon and as usual without warning my brain has shut itself off. It isn't that I do not want to do work it is that I can't. My brain won't let me. Getting through the last appointment prep was torture and now I have to find some meanial task to keep myself occupied? So hard.

I could address some more Christmas cards or take a class on Ameriprise University but I can't do anything. All I want to do it run out to my car, get to blacksburg and hug Jarrod. not going to happen for another hour but that is what my brain will play over and over and over.

Today is also my sister's 21st birthday. She was supposed to come to blacksburg with me so we could celebrate with cheap drinks and giant marguaritas but no as usual she backed out last minute and left me to my own devices. Which brings me back to my point I have had in the past, I desperately need to make new friends in the area who can join me for the most boring ride in the world. I cant wait for when this is a trip I make only a few time a year as opposed to a few times a month. I know every house, every truck stop, every mountain along the way and it only leads to driving black outs. Where i wake up 20 minutes later and 30 miles further with no recollection of driving those 30 miles. O so safe.

Sigh I really want a dog. Why does it have to cost so much to get one!!! My roomate is never around and I guess Im being selfish because I want a friend. But I looked into it and I could spend 300 on chinchillas or 300 on a dog. Either way I definitely need to sell my cage. I could use the money and if I get 2 chinchillas I need a bigger cage. Sigh so much to think about.

Sigh long distance

Long distance relationships are really hard. There are days when I just want to pack everything I can into my little car and run away to live in Jarrod's bed. Hide from my job and my responsibilities. At least I can say I never think "is this really worth it?" its more "why does it have to be so hard?" The worst part of it all is I know that the way we are together at the moment isn't going to be changing anytime soon. Starting in February Jarrod will be working for a large company in South West Va for pay that will help him get out of debt sooner. I will be here working in a job I like for great bosses wondering how I am going to break it to them that I have to leave if Jarrod loves his job.

Its scary really, the idea of at least one more year of this. Spending every other weekend together if we are lucky. You would think that it would be the time that we are apart from each other that is the worst but it is not. The hardest part of being together but geographically apart is that kiss goodbye after time together. You get used to being apart, to only have phone calls and memories of each other to get by, you just get more involved in work or class, books or tv. Then you have that wonderful time together where you remember how nice it is to be close to someone. The warmth of their body heat when doing something as simple as watching tv. Waking up to the comfort of having them there breathing beside you. Being able to kiss them whenever you have the desire. Just being able to see their facial expressions when they talk. Then at the end of the last day of your time together it is all ripped away in a matter of seconds as their car drives away. The next day you wake up and your bed is big and cold and lonely. You have no one to snuggle with for that 9 more minutes of snooze time. He is gone and I have to wait a whole week til I can see him again at best.

Jarrod and I had a wonderful weekend this weekend even though we did pretty much nothing. Friday he beat me home from work, I gave him a tour of the house and we went to dinner at Chipolte. We went to a chipolte that I had not been to before and I am definitely not going back since the food just tasted like it had been sitting out forever. After that we went out to icecream at Ben and Jerry's where Laura gave us her discount. I had chocolate chip cookie dough it was delicious as usual. Then we went to Barnes and Narnes where I was disappointed to not find any more of the books in the Blackbird sisters mysteries I am reading and Jarrod bought a books on CD of CSLewis. After one quick stop at Walmart for a CD player we were back home cuddled in bed, him listening to his CD, me reading a book I already had. Lovely.

On Saturday we slept in until 11 which is really late for me. We had breakfast of eggs with ham and cheese. Laura joined us for a bit and we all went to the grocery store. As usual I overspent so walah that is groceries for the month. Laura then left, she was too busy for the likes of us haha. We then spent the day on the couch watching Bob paint happy trees and making crock pot beef stroganoff. In an attempt to be more social people I called my cousin and left him a message asking what he was up to for the night. To tell you the truth we weren't exactly the most disappointed people when we didn't get a call back. We went to another barnes and narnes in an attempt to find my next book then bought some movies at blockbuster. That night we watched crank (which was just terrible, what a bad movie) and went to bed.

Sunday after a breakfast of leftover apple crisp we went to the highland games and celtic festival. I expected lots of fun (since I paid damn 15 bucks a person). There were bands and shops and food. It was totally not worth the money. The fiddle competition was 3 kids, the dance competition was a slow almost amateur irish step (I swear I learned all those steps when I did irish steps for 2 weeks when I was 12), the sheepdog demonstration was canceled, the whiskey tasting cost 10 extra bucks, lord knows how much the beer cost, and every little tent vendor seemed to be selling the same thing. Jarrod and I left early very disappointed. We watched Finding Forrester and ordered Chanellos pizza. Then it was once again time for him to leave. I tried to take as long as possible in packaging up the leftover stroganoff and apple crisp. Trying to tempt him to stay at least for family guy, I get up early anyway. Eventually he got out the door and after 20 goodbye kisses was back on the road to Blacksburg. Sigh. Work is so hard the day after he leaves, I am hoping I can be more productive tomorrow.

Dinner with Dad Tonight!

I am so anxious about having dinner alone with my dad that I can't get anything done. What is up with that? Although I will admit the prospect of food at the country club is exciting last time I got a wonderful piece of lamb. In return though it is just me and dad, mono e mono. I will have to answer his weird questions and tell him about my life and listen to his lectures on what he thinks I should be doing. Not always exciting. Plus it will be a long drive to Williamsburg by myself.

I really need to get some friends in the area, counting on Laura is just not working out. Although I pretty much already knew that. Laura the riddle is all over the place. Plans just dont work for her. Would be nice to have someone with me to enjoy my dads corny company though. We needed to be a united front. O well.

Either way I am incredibly anxious. I swear one of these days I am going to give myself an ulcer with how stressed out I make myself. I am anxious about this weekend too. Jarrod is coming and we are going to a highland games and celtic festival thing. Should be a good time. I miss him soo much, this long distance thing just well blows. Oye

ARRRGGGHGHH

In the process of moving I realized the girl whose home I am taking is a moron.

So last night I went over there and talked to the leasing agent myself, got all the paperwork and settled what needs to be done. I then spoke with the other roomate who lives in Florida who is actually smart and easy to work with. I got all the paperwork ready and sent it to Florida roomate. I then emailed dumb roomate to let her know what is going on. She of course went on to tell me that the isn't what Florida roomate told her. I told her that is what leasing agent told me and what I talked to Florida roomate about.

I wrote her a long email explaning the process and bringing up the fact that OMG her dad has to sign stuff. She lets me know that her dad wont sign anything because she wont be living there. No shit she wont be living there but that doesn't change the fact that he is their cosigner and therefore part of the process because he has to approve the new leasors. There is no way to remove him from this lease there would have to be a completely new lease. I explaned that he has to and she writes me back to let me know she is in a back and forth with florida roomate but she will let me know what they find out . . .thanks for my help. WHAT THEY WILL FIND OUT!!! Are they going to find some hidden leasing agent that I don't know? Maybe find some way to screw me out of my money. I want to punch her in the face. This is settled just sign the stupid papers and go to China because the more you talk the more I am tempted to back out on you and leave you to deal with this WHILE IN CHINA.

So tired of dealing with morons.

thoughts on moving

So I can finally breathe. Renter # 4 is moving in and I will be fully in my new townhouse on Sunday. I have been slowly piece by piece, bringing over my stuff, which though it is more then can fit in my car, really isn't a whole lot. Hopefully my new renter decides that he wants what I have to leave but if he doesn't it will come too or I will sell it on Craigslist.

My big dilemma at the moment is whether I should get a dog or a chinchilla. I am a little bit gunshy on the whole chinchilla idea after Norman died so quickly. What if I am like a grim reeper to chinchillas? I don't know. Either way it will be better because I wont have to hide it. This place wont charge me for my animals. Jarrod doesn't want me to get a dog because it would have to be an outdoor dog if we have it later. Sigh so sad to me.

I did find out that the girl who I am taking the townhouse from is not the brightest crayon in the box. I don't know what she expected but she didn't tell the rental company anything about moving in and thought that we could just walk up there and switch over the lease. We get up there and the lady asks if we need help and the girl looks at me like a lost puppy. But o no I already did this for my apartment so I could take yours. This isn't my apartment yet so I will fill out the application and do the lease but only after you get your stuff sorted out. Of course it isn't as smooth as she thought there are papers to fill out and probably fees to pay. You can't just go by what some random leasing agent told you when you moved in, you need something in writing. So of course this will end up being a little bit of a headache but I just want to get in there. I will definitely be calling to get my gas turned off/switched. I may have to wait on electricity because I wont have a lease. AHHH this is so much that it is making my head spin. I hate things that stress me out.

The new roomate is awesome though. Like a combination of all my old friends. I am definitely excited for the future and for having someone to talk to when I get home.

New Place

The other day I went to go see the townhouse. It was wonderful! Just a little bit cat smelling. Brand new kitchen with nice appliances and a w/d in the kitchen. Then a dining room, a patio, a living room all downstairs. Nice bedrooms upstairs both with lovely bathrooms on top of the bathroom downstairs. It is so nice i told her I am taking it.

Then she offered to sell all her furniture for only 200 which is totally awesome because it is nice and then it would all be mine. Yay! Things are looking up. (unless my knight disappears on me)

Anxious

I am so crazily anxious. So the deal is I have a new townhouse to live in and some new guy has my apartment. He showed up my knight in pink shoelaces, barely looked at the place and said "I love it Im so stoked" I was obviously in complete shock at the responce being as he didn't even look at it and I hate it. Hopefully he will buy my stuff too because I could really use the help but I have to wait and see. He hasn't emailed me.

So now I want to move now! I want my new furniture and to clean my new place, and to meet my new roomate. But I can't. And I don't have a lot of boxes so I can't finish packing, I can't do laundry because in one week I will be doing it at my new place. Then I am leaving this weekend so I can't do anything about meeting, packing, cleaning this weekend. I am waiting on so many responses from so many people like how will I get my rent money back you terrible rental people and when will I sign my new lease. I am going to explode!

The good thing is I get to see my love in just 6 hours and we will be able to do work together basically but the whole point is to be together which is awesome. I hope all turns out well I just need to relax and enjoy my weekend.

Will I ever get out?

This is where my apartment situation is now:

Renter 1: Got me to decide to move out earlier then last minute found another place (the day she was coming to see mine

Renter 2: Came out to see the place and it was too small for her (no clue what she was expecting for 590 in the fan)

Renter 3: Is having weird issues with credit (asked do we have to go through your rental company or can we do this just with you) also she wants to live in my tiny apartment with her bf, decided she is a waste of my time but can't find a way to politely tell her don't come look this evening

Renter 4: Guy from I believe NOVA, coming to see place on Wednesday told me basically just needs place for a bed and a toothbrush. Sounds great might end up being my knight in shining armour

Now I am thinking Renter 4 may be the best because hes a guy and from my past experiences with guys as roomates these are the reasons why:
1. Guys don't mind small kitchens because usually guys don't really eat much more then microwave burritos, macaroni and cheese, cereal, stuff that can be thrown on a foreman
2. Guys aren't affraid of centipedes and roaches, they have a much easier time killing them
3. Guys don't mind if the place is not "cute", cracks in paint and not so level floors don't bother them as much
4. Guys feel more safe living on their own.
5. Guys don't need a dining room, just a place to sit and a tv to sit in front of

So I am praying that he saves me from the shithole I am living in right now. Last night while sorting through clothes (I am trying to get rid of stuff) my bottom drawer was full of little poops. This means one of two things; the drawer was open when norman got out or I now also have mice (awesome). Then this morning after feeling great because i got up early and was ready and had time for breakfast, giant centipede in kitchen with fat front legs. After an courage inspiring convo with Jarrod about how I am ridiculous I proceeded to hit it from the other room with a broom that had the dustpan connected to it. This of course did nothing because 1. He was in a corner and 2. I could not see him. I then being the brave little girl I am crept into the kitchen and slowly pulled the buy poison spray out from under the sink. I set it on stream instead of spray but somehow managed to hit him in the head (like a sharp shooter) he dropped to the floor and tried to run slowly. I smushed him with the broom grabbed a poptart and ran out the door. So not in the mood to pick him up when I get home but will have to as I have crappy credit renter 3 is coming. Definitely tempting to let her see it and hate the place (which might not even take the centipede) but I feel bad. Nuts.

O well cross fingers that someone takes it soon. Then I can live with a roomate in a non disgusting townhome/condo. Have real parking and get to work quicker. Pay less then I am paying now and have cable and internet. The possibilities are endless! I just need to leave the scary fan.

Someone needs to write songs about Kristin

There are like a million billion Kristin's out there since our name is so common and yet not a song written for us. So tell me why my sister has like 8million songs where her name in them and all I can find for my name is the caterpillar crawl. I am the leader of a pack of caterpillars. Awesome.

I look for Kristen's the other way and theres a song about a Kristen who killed herself and a song with no lyrics. So not fair. None of these are an appropriate theme song for me.

Moving

Norman has inspired change in my life, I have decided to move out. He was such a great pet and now I want another one but my apartment is going to be freezing in the winter and if I stay I will be paying to heat the neighborhood if i want to keep warm and keep a little fuzzy friend who isn't a siberian husky warm. So I posted my apartment on craig's list thinking someone might be interested. I had like 20 emails! Now I am trying to sift through them when I have barely decided where to move/talked to anyone about moving.

The first step was to talk to my landlord. I called and wasn't able to reach the leasing agent so instead I sent him an email (knowing how busy people always seem to find time to email, less personal, plus I love the paper trail it leaves if I need it) He emailed me back with the forms and told me there was a leasing fee. The fee was one months rent!!! So ridiculous and now i have to figure out how the hell do I afford this. New plan find a roomate, live somewhere nicer because of it. I narrowed my search down to 3 roomates and 3 apartment complexes to live on my own. In general I will be paying more or moving far out. Will these new roomies be crazy? Who knows only time will tell. I hope to meet one next monday. Tonight I have to have two girls look at my apartment. (scary) I hope they aren't crazy and they love it for some silly reason. Laura keeps telling me I am ridiculous and for the area I am in my apartment is amazing. That is exactly my point. I need to leave the area. My money could be used for happiness instead of paying for a one room shack that doesn't have proper drainage.

So wish me luck I am so stressed!

RIP Norman

When I brought Norman home on Friday he was fine. We played for over an hour and he was jumping and running like normal. I put him back in his cage a went to sleep.

On Saturday I was busy all day because my cousin came into town. I didn't check on Norman because he was sleeping like he usually does during the day. After a long dinner and going out buying movies my cousin, Laura and I went back to my place. Norman was still sleeping. I thought this was odd because it was his most active time. I thought he was mad at me for not giving him his dust bath or letting him out yet (they are very big on schedules). I gave him his dust bath and he just sat in it and didn't move. I took him out and he just kinda flopped out. I was so worried. I knew something was wrong when I gave him a cranberry and he just dropped it. It was already late so I put him back in his cage so he could sleep and hoped for the best.

When I woke up he seemed okay. He was sleeping and breathing. I had breakfast with my cousin and took him to his friends so he could go back to school. Then I went to the pet store with Laura and bought some medicine and things to make him feel better. When I came home I went to give him his medicine and he didn't put up any fight he just looked exhausted. Then I noticed the entire underside of his head and hads had damp matted up fur. Like his nose had been running. I tried to clean it but it wouldn't come out and it was dyed orange from the carrot he had been lying on. I panicked. I called about 10 vets, all the ones that said small animals but they were all either closed or had noone who could work with "exotic pets". Exasperated I tried to make him as comfortable as I could in his cage and I let him sleep praying that he would make it through to the next day so I could take him somewhere.

My brother called to talk to me about it and I went to go check his breathing. Then Norman had a seizure after a few gasps for breath and died. I couldn't believe it, he had just died, and I couldn't do anything. I cried all last night for the loss of my great pet, and for the feeling of utter helplessness I felt. noone would see him, the medicine did nothing, he just left me and I don't know why.

And thats where I am now. Facing a day at work knowing when I get home he wont be there when I get home. I don't know how I am going to get through today. He was only there for 2 weeks but he made being alone in a new place so much easier. I will miss my Norman.

My landlord must be trying to kill me

So last night I left work all excited to come to my newly fixed kitchen/home. I ran over to Laura's place because she had work til very late and would be leaving shortly. To my despair Norman's cage did not fit in the car. So I was stuck ripping it to pieces trying to put the whole thing in there just so I could get the thing in my car before it starts raining. When Norman gets wet he gets pneumonia, not good. I get home finally after a long effort at dissembling to find Comcast has decided to use my parking lot as a meeting place. There are 6 GIANT Comcast vans in my tiny miniscule parking lot and the 6 owners of said vehicles are drinking sodas, smoking cigarettes and hanging out. In the MIDDLE OF THE PARKING LOT. WTF!! so of course there is nowhere to park and I am not in the mood to let them see me drag out the giant cage pieces so I take Norman in in his ball.

My apartment for once smells nice. No gas oder at all. I put Norman on the floor and look at the stove. NOTHING HAS BEEN DONE. So so much for having dinner tonight, plus so much for having a helpful landlord for once. Exasperrated I go into the hallway and am hit with the smell of gas like a wall of funk. AWESOME. So now even though my apartment probably wont explode, my building will. I get my mail and let Norman at least have a little play time because obviously he can't stay here. After crying to my mom, my cousin, and Jarrod, then having a panic attack about how much things suck I go back to Laura's, reset Norman up.

I went back to the apartment and called the gas company again. I talk to the same nice woman and have the same gas guy come who says "and you were so nice last night" Im like Im sorry. He goes in the hall and smells and says "crap". Then he had to go downstairs and check all the pipes. He came back up and said he found nothing and left. I was calmer now, still angry at my landlord (I lived for 3 months in that shithole with a gas leak!), but calmer. I watched Thursday night TV so good, then went to bed.

This morning I wrote an angry email to one of the emails on my landlord's website. I called them back and got the same girl who told me the guy would be coming to my house today. He better or I am telling the newspapers about my landlord who doesn't care about his leasors. I live in a building that houses mostly students and two mentally challenged men. Someone has to fight for them because noone cares if they have bad living conditions. I make just above enough for low income housing so I am not able to live somewhere nicer yet. I am not really in the mood to get sick or die because my landlord is a slumlord. I can't wait to get out.

I did have a gas leak, in your face gas company!?

Haha! Crazy gas people who are paid to make my life miserable. I did have a gas leak! I knew one person shouldn't pay almost 40 dollars a month for hot water and to use the stove 4 times a week. The angry customer service woman told me if I smelled gas call so I did. I came home with my sister after a long day of work and my kitchen reaked of gas. So I called. A guy came in half an hour proceeded to tell me that it probably isn't a gas leak these apartments just have that kind of oder (yuck). He then went about his work with this little meter which started out slowly beeping and then went into a frenzy. HAHA!

"Yep, you have a gas leak" he said and then confused at my joy (I have thought I was crazy because the building smelled like that since I moved in and the lady with the gas company treated me like an idiot for saying I was paying to much) he said " Don't get too excited I am turning off your stove" He then proceeded to tell me about how it has to be fixed and how he is constantly finding this with River City (my rental company who can go to hell in my opinion). Then he told me how all the student with mommy and daddy paying are why they get away with it. And God bless his soul he confirmed that I was definitely right one person should not be paying 40 bucks a month. And then he left and I realized my rental company has to come and fix this and I have a pooping living chinchilla in my living room and I didn't tell them ( I would have to pay a 200 deposit and then 40 a month RIDICULOUS). So I went into panic mode and we had to call my sisters roomate to have him come carry the cage and Norman, my favorite thing about my day right now, had to move in with Aunt Laura.

We went to her house and set him up. He off course freaked out for a couple of hours. Didn't help that one of Laura's roomates kept calling him bunny and trying to poke him (I think that kid has brain damage). Eventually after that roomate left, Norman settled down (I was so proud) and ran around in his ball like a poop vending machine. Definitely need to stop giving him carrots, he is going way too much. When I went home I was sad because it would normally of been Norman play time. Then when I woke up I was sad (see Norman time). I miss him already my apartment sucks without him. One major plus is that I can take him home tonite. I called my rental company and didn't have to beg plead or fight like I practiced in the car. I didn't even have to send in a stupid form to get it fixed. They sent someone right out. So yay! All fixed and now I wont have to smell gas every time I walk in the kitchen.

Morning from Hell

I HATE MY APARTMENT! I finally got the bug problem slightly fixed (no longer seeing cockroaches every day) but I kind think I can thank the cold for that. And now instead of centipedes and cockroaches I am finding pill bug looking things, awesome.

I was dreaming that I was biking uphill in freezing rain. Then I woke up to the feeling of having a window open and a breeze in my face. Except my windows aren't open, they are shut, they are nailed shut. Double awesome. So from now on for the rest of the winter I get to feel as if I have a breeze blowing in my face. I have a sore throat and I am talking like I have been smoking all my life. The one blessing of the morning is that Jarrod called. Which is a great way to wake up.

I get up spill instant breakfast all over the place and then decide I am ready to call the gas company. Right now I, someone who lives by myself in a one bedroom, works 9-5, is gone 2 weekends at least each month, pay more than Laura, someone who has 3 roomates, goes to school so someone is always home, doesn't leave every weekend. That just doesn't make sense to me. I must have a leak. Apparently though the gas people are paid to fight with me. Which they did when I tried to set up my gas. So I get to yell at some nononsence black woman at 730 in the morning who tells me I can't compare bills (ridiculous) and that I am using that amount so I have to pay that amount. So much for maybe they will be nicer at the beginning of the shift. Basically all I got from the phone call is that if I smell gas, call, otherwise they hate me.

Then I take a drink of the tea I made to find there is a hole in the cup, I just spilled all over my leg. I clean it with tide to go and proceed to cry. I am never getting out of the bug infested, gas eating, freezing cold, sinks and tubs not draining, unsafe shithole. So I am depressed. I have now vowed to myself that I will get out in December, move somewhere lovely with landlords who don't live on the other side and don't think I need to pay 40 bucks a month to have a bird/hamster/chinchilla. I want a place where I don't get splinters from the floor and I have a real shower instead of a claw foot nasty tub with a curtain around it. I want a place where I have enough closet space for my clothes and towels, where I have counters in the kitchen. I want a place that can actually feel clean. And where I don't have to worry about Norman eating roach poison. It will be mine, one day.

Wonderful Weekend

I had the most wonderful, lovely, relaxed weekend ever. On Friday I spoke with Jarrod on my way out the door and he told me that he was on the way to Pennsylvania to work at his grandmother's house. When I asked him where he was he told me he didn't want to tell me because he hadn't gotten very far yet and that he needed to call me right back because he had to use the restroom. I got packed up and left the office then drove back to my apartment. I opened the door ready to start my crappy boring weekend of studying and the gym to find YAY Jarrod was in my kitchen. He came to surprise me!!! I was sooo excited!

After a bit of talking we went to go see Laura who just started her new job at Ben and Jerrys which just opened this weekend. It was friends and family day so we could have whatever we wanted for 1 dollar. I got a huge chocolate covered cake cone with a scoop of chocolate mint icecream and chocolate chip cookie dough. Jarrod got the same cone with Half Baked and we walked back in the rain eating our icecream and being happy. Then we played with Norman and watched BioDome which I borrowed from Laura. Jarrod ordered pizza and we tried to get through Grandma's boy but being the elderly that we are we didn't last and feel asleep quickly.

The next day we went to the Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens. I know how much Jarrod loves plants and it was a lot of fun and beautiful to wander around and look at plants. Afterwards we went to the huge plant sale that they were having and Jarrod bought a Desert Rose which will be very pretty when it gets older.

After the Gardens we hung around the house then went to get Laura from work because we were all going to go see Transformers at the cute theater on Cary street. We decided to go out to dinner first so we went to Mary Angelo's which is usually great. I got Ravioli's with Marinara because I was in the mood for stuffed pasta. The service was sooo slow this day and by the time we finished it was so close to the movie that we decided to not go. We went back to the house and played with Norman. Jarrod took a nap and after Laura left I joined him so we ended up going to bed at 900 (pretty sad I know).

The next day we went for a drive in the country because I wanted to show him how quickly the area becomes country. We drove for a couple hours seeing giant houses and farms and rolling hills. He actually liked the land and I found that from where we went it was only 20 minutes to my job which means we could go out further. Lovely. Afterwards we went to the pet store so that Jarrod could see the monkey and fish they had. Then we went to Wendy's for lunch (not the best idea). When we got home we went over to Laura's to get the Hulk which Jarrod insisted on seeing even though we warned him of how incredibly terrible it was. It was bad. We went to Lowes and I got a snake to fix the tub which wasn't draining and some weather stripping for a door that was not tightly closed. The drain thing was well nasty and Jarrod fixed my door while I made a dinner of squash and zuiccini, chicken, and basmati rice. After dinner we went back to Ben and Jerry's, I got sorbet and Jarrod got a chocolate buzz buzz milkshake. We then went to Laura's so he could say bye. I made sure he was all ready to go and I had to let him go back to the burg. I will be able to see him in two weeks at least. Sigh. I spent the rest of the evening playing with Norman, (who is so comfortable with me now he came up to my face!) and watched the emmy's.

I wish the weekend had never ended.

Stinky Fridge

This morning I did it, I cleaned out the fridge. After listening to Debbie downer complain about it every freaking day. My real motivation is that I brought in Havarti cheese today (very expensive for a poor girl like me) and I don't want her to finally do something about it and throw out my cheese. Also yesterday I heard her complain that she told Boss2 about it (becuase its Boss2's fault the fridge smells apparently) and Boss 2 hasn't done anything about it. All I could think is that Boss2 will return from her terrible week (her 21 year old nephew just randomly died they don't know why) and have to deal with DD in her face. I wasn't going to let that happen. But here is why I am pissed. DD is here until like 8pm every day. She is one of the last ones in the office. she is the one who is the most upset about the fridge. Someone would have to throw the nasty stuff out and if you throw it out earlier then when we leave the whole office would smell. Who better to throw it out then someone who is the last person here. She is so ridiculous. Like Boss 2 has a magical trash can to put it in. I just ran to the ladies room and put it in the trash there because I was done with it. I think we need some Baking Soda in there though because even though I wiped it down the fridge still stinks. If she throws out my cheese I might just lose my mind and yell. Literally.

Norman the escape artist

I had the most terrible sleep last night. At 1115pm I literally threw myself out of bed and into the living room because I dreamt that I looked at the pillow next to me and saw a tarantula. I was so disoriented that at first I couldn't remember why I got up and why the hell I was in the living room. After a while of waiting for my heart rate to return to normal I finally fell asleep

Then at 345am I wake up to the pitter patter of little feet. Im like Norman? I look in the living room his cage is still closed so I write it off as another weird dream or possible the upstairs neighbors pet. I turn out the lights and I hear it again. Im thinking OMG I have fricking mice. GROSS. So I sit up because it sounds like this "mouse" is all over my room so I should be able to see it. There in the bathroom is the outline of none other than Norman, or a giant mouse which I didn't think plausible. So I turn on the light, put on a shirt, put on my glasses and looked under the bed. There is my new roomate, almost mocking me.

I managed to chase him into the other room and as gently as I could guided him into his cage. Silently kicking myself for not getting him a new one. Last night I had gone to Petsmart and was not happy with the selection so I decided to wait a bit and get him one online. I did however decide to buy him a new wheel. Apparently his wheel was blocking a 5" by 1" inch hole which he slipped though nicely. fricking Chalupa Houdini. So I had to get the old wheel out of the trash and reattach it. Then when I went back to bed I kept thinking he would still get out or die from the roach motels I have in the kitchen and bathroom, so I didn't sleep well. I slept lightly listening for the pitter patter of little feet.

My new friend Norman

I can not sit still I am so excited. Today I will get Norman he is a chinchilla. He runs around in a ball. I will feed him raisens. He sleeps during the day while I am at work.

I was about to get a rabbit but I realized:
1. Vet Bill $40
2. Spaying $120-$160
3. New playpen $50
4. Litter box $20
5. Food $10
6. Carrying Case $15
7. Treats Toys Litter box Stuff who knows

Then on top of it I would need to let it run around my tiny apt for exercise. I have wires everywhere that a bunny could chew. The bunny could die of gas. It was rescued so it could have all kinds of diseases. If my landlord found out i would be screwed and be in trouble for finding a new place for it. Zoe would eat it if I brought it home.


Just too much too much so Norman will be my new roomate instead and we will have a great time.

Adult Decisions Suck

I have the biggest dilema ever. I am currently working in my job here in Richmond and I love it. My bosses are great, I like our clients and I am really happy in my situation. At the end of the month my bosses are paying for me to take a class for my series exams and I will be taking the series 7 and 63 by the end of October.

The problem is my boyfriend Jarrod who I have already started making wedding plans with/am completely in love with just received a job offer in Covington,VA at MeadWestvaco. They are offering him a big chunk of change right out of college without even an interview (he internedfor them before) and they want him so bad that they offered me a job in their accounting department at way over what I am making a year. I don't know what to do.

I had planned on speaking with Boss2 today about it but ofc ourse there was sudden death of her nephew so she will be out of town until Thursday. I know that the idea of working in the accounting department ofbasically a paper factory is not thrilling to me but I only make poo a year right now. But I know Jarrod really wants this job ad will not have another chance to make that much money starting out.

Worst of all we have 3 weeks to decide and Jarrod said because I am the one who already has the job the decision is in my hands. So of course I am a complete mess. If I decide to make everyone happy (Jarrod, my parents, his entire family) I will be entering the unknown all my exams and school time will beworthless except for the small corporate accounting class I took like sophomore year, I have no guarentee that I will like the people I work for and with, and Iwill have to leave behind a job I love and two bosses that I already have agreat working relationship with. If I do what I want, Jarrod and I will be giving up a combined extra salary amount of around what I make right now (starting engineers in Richmond dont make what Jarrod was offered)and I know his entire family is going to blame me for hurting his career.

Also, this is completely out of the blue, I hadn't even pondered this situation before. Last week Jarrod was planning on building furniture as a career and possibly looking into engineering in Richmond to help him save money for the equipment. Mead called his home to offer so I just got this news yesterday. The reason he likes the idea of working for mead is it is a factory setting where, even though heis an engineer, he will be working with his hands on the machines.

I don't know how to approach my bosses on the subject, I have only been here 2 and a half months. We are supposed to sit down soon to renegotiate where I am and my new salary, and what my plans and their plans are for our future working together. I don't feel ready for this heavy a decision. Why can't I be a kid again!!!

Bunny

When I was 10 years old I went to a pet camp. We spent a couple weeks learning to take care of animals. During the camp there was a baby bunny available for free to a good home. Its mom had chewed off its ears when it was little so it looked a little bit like an overgrown hampster. Of course for that reason, I loved it. My mom wouldn't let me have it she didn't really like the thought of a bunny in a cage, so I wasn't able to take it home. sigh sad. I always wanted a bunny.

Today I might accomplish that dream. It may be crazy, my dad probably doesn't need to know about it (long lecture), but I think I am going to do it. The rabbit is free and potty trained. It will live in my living room and I shall call her something. I just want a friend, I hate living alone. definitely will never do it again. Le sigh. Cross your fingers that it works out!

Random thoughts on a Thursday Morning

Last night I made the most amazing dinner, chicken kebabs with basmati rice, cucumber yogurt sauce and flatbread. And also a little too much wine which led to a giant messy Kristin last night, who didn't get any studying done, and talked on the phone until almost midnight. Also what is it about garlic that makes it impossible to get it out of my mouth. It's like I used it for chapstick and nomatter what I eat its still there. I brushed flossed and used mouthwash, nothing. Then to go with that my contacts feel like they have razor sharp edges. My eyes feel amazing. Its going to be a long day.

I can't wait until tomm because I need to breath. My apartment is completely turned upside down, there is clothing and receipts and paper everywhere. I just want to scrub that place top to bottom. The hope is also to completely finish reading my Series seven text so that I may move on to review to make sure I completely understand it. I need to make flashcards and take tests and completely run through examples. I want to pass this thing with flying colors because not only will it up my salary, knowing this stuff will help me in my field and in giving people an understanding of the things I do.

Really neat thing going on is that Boss 1 has a foreign exchange student from France now staying at his house. Must be a complete culture shock for her right now. She knows almost no English, knows noone, and tomm she has to start senior year of highschool here. I cannot imagine. I am sure if she spoke enough English to understand our school she would be completely disappointed, since you know we're ranked so low on how good our schools are GO USA. I think its because we spend so much time on the useless crap on the SATs and so little time on things like culture and science. Its a good thing were smart enough to get by with that haha.

I hate spiders

This morning on entering the empty office with a part time office assistant who only works on Wednesdays I went back to my office and noticed in the hall across from it there was a small brownish thing like the size of a quarter on the floor. On closer investigation it is the biggest f'ing wolf spider I have even been this close too. I look back at the other woman as she passes it. Nothing no response. AM I CRAZY, how does that not scare anyone else. I thought maybe I was wrong and since I am so terrified of them a hairball like thing became a spider. Nope, definitely spider, definitely creepy, definitely body pointing at my office. So now I feel like a small animal trapped in my den because there is a spider with a body the size of my thumbnail hanging out in the hallway. How pathetic am I haha. Definitely can't wait for someone else to react though. Right now feeling like its a figment of my imagination.

Weekend anxiety

Twas the day before labor day weekend and all through the office, not a creature was stirring, except for the two assistants who have no leave. The office is like dead silent today. Just found out on coming in and getting an email that o yea boss 2 will not be in today. This basically means I have nothing to do today except speak with clients about their emergencies on the phone and how I can't do anything about it. Boss 1 is working from home too which means I won't even really have anyone to talk to. Sweet.

Good news is he said I can leave a little bit earlier if I take a shorter lunch which means I might miss some of the afternoon rush. Bad news is I am heading down to Tech on the long weekend that holds the first game of the season. This means car accidents galorre (Hokie fans get excited) and lots of traffic. I will be in the car with Jarrod's best friend's fiance, my sister and a dog named atticus. That is seriously a book of some sorts. "Atticus's crazy car ride".

I am very excited about the trip but to be honest a little anxious because there is so much I need to do that I cant. (Or rather want to do) There is a beanbag that becomes a bed (I know isn't that wild) on craig's list but it is too out of the way for me to go get it. Also I just found out I need my computer to send my old lacrosse team some excel files I did for tryouts last year. I can probably get Laura to get that but I don't know(depends on her mood) and I can pretty much count on her saying no about the beanbag (even though she would be able to sleep on the awesome thing this weekend!).

I like flew out of bed this morning I am so anxious to be in Blacksburg. That is what a long distance relationship does to you. Makes you want to go long distances even though the drive is boring and your apartment is a mess. Sigh, cant wait to see my honey bear!

Good People

I do not feel well. My guess is that it was the frozen dinner, the kinds of like I will never eat again because I feel TERRIBLE!

Today is better then yesterday still though. First I couldn't get my license plates off, then I get one off and the new one on but I can't budge the other one. By the time Laura was feeling nice enough to see me and I got a better screwdriver and fixed it it was 745. So i got to the gym pretty late. Then when I came home there was a spot but it was too small for my car OF COURSE. I am so sick of that stupid parking lot. So I angrily drive off to find I have to turn around (longest ordeal).

I finally park my car and walk to my door. Of course I am attacked by a bull dog and two small pitbulls. Not to worry attacked with love not bites, still they almost knocked me over and I was incredibly embarassed. So when I get to my door my apt keys are gone. Awesome. instead of walking back to the car I walk over to laura's house to get the extras (she is really pleased with me by now) I walk back let myself in, get a shower because i am disgusting, then venture outside. The dogs are still playing so I decide to cross the street instead of dealing with them and I get to my car. No keys, just melted chocolate which is now all over my hands. Awesome again. I hurry back to my apt and panick. Because i am lazy my keys still say the building number and apt number of where they go. which therefore would allow whoever picked them up to know exactly where they go.

How am I going to sleep! I search the apartment, I search outside where my car was before. I call the gym number on the key card they gave me, of course its the wrong gym and no they don't have the number to where I am trying to call. Just when I think all hope is lost and some crazy murderer/rapist/robber/crazy homeless guy is going to watch me while I sleep, there is a knock at the door. Be still my heart. So excited I run over and there is the cutest chubby girl with my keys. I must have thanked God 10 times, she found them on the sidewalk (I am a moron yes I know). There are good people out there thank goodness. I was able to sleep easy after a chat with Jarrod.

Eggo's and the DMV

This morning for breakfast I had mini eggos with the butter and syrup already in them. I wondered how did it take so long for these little miracles to come around. It was delicious and I will definitely eat them again. Although it definitely doesn't beat eggos with real syrup and real butter, I can't eat that in the car without A. Getting it all over myself B. holding up traffic or C. Crashing into a median, bus full of children, angry old lady.

Yesterday I had to go to the DMV to get my title switched over to me and I hate that place. I guess I really can't complain since the one at home noone speaks english and you wait for 5 hours while some guy named Pablo tries to remember how to say in English that he likes my hair or something weird. Still I always feel as if there is some bizarre conspiracy against me in that place. Why is it that some windows only help B's and A's and I always manage to get D. This time I was the next D up and the girl helping only D's went on break. Go figure. Also can someone explain to me how it works that everyone in front of me has been helped and yet I have to wait another half hour for them to help 15 people after me. Then of course I didn't fully fill out my form correctly because those things are impossible. But in the end I have new license plates and a license that says definitely 21. So not too bad only took an hour and a half.

Sometimes I am a complete mess

Over the weekend I was a bit of a complete mess. Friday night Laura and I drove down to Blacksburg to see Jarrod. We had a lovely dinner of spaghetti and sausage then curled into bed kinda early because we had a long day of canoeing the next day.

My lovely boyfriend bought me red crocklike shoes from Walmart to match my red bathing suit. I looked like an overgrown 5 year old it was awesome. We all hopped in canoes, Josh with Ryan (jarrod's friends), Doug with Laura, Jarrod with me (of course), and then Doug's friends in the canoe and kyack they came with. Jarrod really ended up with the worst rowing partner because 1. I am completely unaware of my surroundings, 2. I get easily distracted by things like butterflies pretty birds and well Jarrod, 3. I am a terrible rower who is out of shape, and 4. I am a complete spaz. We had a good time for a while, jumping out to swim at calm portions of the river, drinking beers, and guiding our canoes through rapids. We played with flippers and hand paddles. Jarrod used a kayak paddle so we were the fastest when we actually tried to row.
It all kinda started to go downhill when a daddy long legs that had been hiding in the nose of our canoe decided to come out and play. i am a complete bugaphobe completely ridiculous. So of course instead of paying attention to the rapids I am standing in the canoe, yelling and trying to kill a harmless daddy long legs with my paddle. I am a moron. Luckily Jarrod did a stellar job steering the boat with a raging idiot flailing all around in the front but he was definitely not happy with me.

By around 2 or 3 we met up with more of Jarrod's friends. I tried to reapply the sunscreen but i was so wet that I more ended up with a white bathing suit. Jarrod continued to drink scotch, beer for me. Even though I had been awake since 730am and all I had to eat that day was a power bar. Brilliant! We come to a rapids part of the James and Jarrod desides to follow through on his promise to throw me out of the canoe. I hit my knee, I am now belligerently drunk. The boat is full of water, the coolers are floating away, we are loosing oars and trash and Jarrod is trying to get me to drag the heavy water filled vessel to the side of the river. I am angry and weak so obviously Im completely worthless at this. We finally get it to the side and dump it out. The other people with us caught everything that floated away and we dump out the boat. Then Jarrod proceeds to tease me and say he is boating with out me. I am so mad that he is leaving me after that so I throw a rock, then another. Not really aiming at him I just throw them. Then the third rock I barely miss his head and all I can do is stare horrified as he goes from teasing to pissed and takes the kayak by himself. Luckily Doug helps me with my canoe. Jarrod eventually gets into the canoe with Laura and they go off with Plourde and Carroll while i hang out with Doug and Jarrod''s friends from home. But i want to be with Jarrod, so I am sad for the rest of the trip. We finally pull off and now I am not just sad but sick. Horribly morning after hungover sick. I want to puke but I can't and everyone thinks i am overreacting.

Jarrod helped his friends pack up the boats and get on their way. I sit in the car for a bit but eventually I go behind the bridge to puke. I feel terrible but I just cant do it so I lay down. That's where Jarrod found me and made me get up saying it smelt like piss there and I shouldn't stay there. So I followed him, by now its storming. They tied the rest of the canoes on Doug's car and then lightning hits the bridge above us. Its a huge flash and sparks come of the bridge. I thought some kid had thrown a fire cracker off the bridge. It scared the crap out of me. We all hopped in the car, Jarrod put me up front because i was miserable. Thank goodness we stopped at Jarrod's house to get the AC units. I ran to the bathroom puked 3 times (lovely) and then ate some pizza thinking food would help. Then i spent the whole windy rainy backroad way back tasting puke and pizza, yum. At one point we had to pull over because I almost puked in the car. We finally got back to the house and I was grumpy hungry and sleepy. Basically, cranky. We ordered Chinese and it tasted amazing. Then I curled up in bed with Jarrod and apologized for my behavior.

The next day I had Chinese for breakfast. On the way to Jarrod's parents house I started to get a skin rash. Now it is all over my body. Awesome. No clue if it is from Chinese or Sun. All I know is that I am itchy and weird looking. Sweet. I did manage to pay for my little loveseat, and get it to Jarrods. One day it will be in my apt. Cannot wait!

Almost the weekend

I have finally styled my desk in a way completely different from the old assistants. It is much more me. However like me moving around paper trays and pen holders around can be that is. Stuff I need is actually in reach instead of having to go through piles (which is completely ridiculous if you ask me) Also I brought in a squishy watermelon(so I can squish it), a picture of Jarrod(just incase I don't think of him enough) and eeyore(because hes soft and looks pathetic and it makes me smile).

It is 430 on a Friday and I am pretty much out of things to do. So all I have do is wait for Laura to call. I would call her but I don't want to jinx it. For once she actually sounds like she wont let me down and she will come on a trip with me. Although really I know in like 20 minutes she will call and go Im just not feeling like it right now. Hopefully she remembers her promise to bring me the AC unit for Jarrod but I kind of doubt that too. Sigh, i really need to get friends. Laura is much to antisocial to rely on for these kinds of things.

This weekend we are actually going canoeing, like it is actually planned. I am really really excited. I know I will definitely end up exhausted and wet but that sounds like a blast. Holly left back at 4. I can't wait until I have that kinda leeway on hours. I am done right now but someone needs to answer the phone for clients with silly emergencies.(or serious ones) Who knows. Just a few more years of this and I should be set to go whereever and do this. Or stay. The future is so uncertain. All I know is I cannot wait until this year is over and Jarrod is here with me.

It is hot like bath water outside. Disgusting. Definitely nice to have AC here and in the car. I have drinks cooling in the fridge for the drive and chips heating up in the car so I should be able to last until dinner which might not be until 9 if lovely Laura desides to grace me with her presence. Oh Damn I guess I have to just call.

deep thoughts

Why am i so awkward. Today Boss 2 had me bring in some paperwork during her meeting and she introduced me to her clients. I quielty said nice to meet you before learning names and then proceeded to bow like an appreciative gheshi. I am so weird.

On a lighter note cant wait to see the bf this weekend. I really need to go to the gym tonight and tomorrow so that I look better/have more energy even with my cold that makes me sound like an 80 year old with a hacking cough. I wonder house people would feel if they knew i was the one seeling their envelopes that were sent out today (all 25 giant ones) coughing inbetween licks drinking water because my tongue is dry. Yes I am very important at my job and i do important things like seeling envelopes and highlighting. Im so busy I hardly blog anymore so that is testament to my importance haha.

excitement to follow

So I am getting sick. awesome. It's between taking sick leave and enjoying my Christmas/NewYears so obviously I'm going to suck it up and go to work. What am I getting sick from though?I have very little contact with other human beings. Even in my office I usually am alone sinceI don't share my office with anyone. Of course as usual the bf isn't sick but I am and he washere just last weekend. I am going to blame it on Debbie, she was sick last week. All thattalking putting germs in the air.

I thought the best idea would be to get soup for lunch. So I ran over to Ukrops and sawyay! they have chicken noodle. It looks good lots of stuff in it so I get a big cup. I bring it back to work and find yuck! its like eating an onion. Nothing is soft, the carrotscelery and onions are all hard. I could barely choke it down. So I ended up with a lunchof cheesenips and pudding parfait. So much for feel better food.

I need to get better though because tonight I go bowling!!! Yay! My cousin called to inviteme to go with his paralegal friend. He said i could bring someone but alas my sister (my only Richmond friend haha) is back at home. Very exciting I can wear jeans and t-shirt and drink beer(who cares if I am sick) and talk to someone new (always fun). Then tomorrow my parentsare coming and bringing a dresser (which will seriously solve the storage dilema of my tinyalmost closetless apt) and taking me to dinner. I invited my cousin to join us because why notreally my parents always love having more fam to dinner (well at least my cousins and siblings)

Then friday I think I will go home. I need to buckle down and just study all weekend. Andespecially not spend anything. So obviously the best place to go is home. there will belean cusienes to eat and noone to hang out with really and i can do laundry. So excited formy quiet studying weekend. Yay!

What is all this jibberjabber

Some days Debbie just will not shut up. Today she has gone and bothered my boss like three times and all I can think is how does she stand it? I hear her complaining about the ugly wall paper in the bathroom, complaining about all the spam mail on her work account (maybe she should have used a different email to order with), complaining about the copier, telling the ups guy (who is subbing for the normal one) that ofcourse packages go in the mail room they always go in there (like through some cosmic telepathy he could pick that up)

Boss 2 came in my office and was like "O My God she can talk. I don't understand i guess she's just not as busy but she always manages to come talk to me when I am trying to get work done.Debbie is driving me crazy haha."

Then after boss 2 goes into her office I hear "You know I try to get out of the office by 8 butI always seem to have to much work left that I did not get to so I should be here. Although I don't like to start anything new after 6" The reason Debbie has stuff left is she is talking her mouth off! Good to know my boss feels the same way at least she doesn't have to hear thenonsense I hear while Debbie is in the office (we are next door to each other).

My Sunday

I really wish that I had decided to wear pants today because I am FREEZING! My body is burnt to a crisp so anything with sleeves sounded painful this morning but I definitely could have done pants instead of my wide leg capri like things that I am wearing.

Yesterday I went with my boyfriend, my sister, and my sister's friend to go to the watermelon festival. Which I wish I could say was awesome but really it was pretty boring. Mostly it consisted of womens clothing (90% hippie women's clothing) and promotional crap from companies. Of course my sister got most of the cool stuff like a geico gecko pressure gage and I got a mini beach ball . . . .awesome. I highly doubt I will win the 100 gift card I put my info in for a raffle for because I didn't give the company my phone number. They wanted me to sign some statement giving them the right to call me and have their sponsors call me even if I am on a do not call list. That is bs, they can email me all they want or sent mail to my door I love junk mail! but I do not want them calling up my phone and trying to sell me something. I hate telemarketers because they wont let me speak and tell them no. I even did cold calls so I respect that they are just doing their job but I don't want it.

The sister applied for 2 jobs! Very exciting! I am so glad I came over to her house and performed a sit-in until she decided to join us. I knew she wanted to come because she said so when she wasn't in half asleep crankface mode. She ended up enjoying the whole thing way more then I did (I was a little annoyed because I expected free watermelon but it was a dollar) And the bead store she applied at was full of girls dressed just like her so hopefully she gets the job. The truth of the matter is that its hard when shes my main person to hang out with but shes such a broke fruggal fanny. Which makes me end up paying for a lot which really I don't mind but i can't afford and I forget it.

When we come to wake up my sister it is the funniest thing ever. You ring the doorbell and at the top of the stairs this head pokes out sideways, eyes squinting to see who is so evil as to call at that hour (like noon or 1) She looks like one of the lost children from the movie Hook with her hair all crazy around her face. I know I am a terrible sister but I find it hilarious. It almost makes me want to come wake her up everyday (which I wouldn't because my sister when cranky is well frankly scary).

My sister has mice in her house. They ate her bread so she got sticky mouse traps. When we came over on Sunday I watched her throw one with a live mouse on it into the trash. Its ridiculous how cute the disease invested pests are, makes you want to keep them as pets and squeeze them and call them george. BF who hates to see creatures suffer (it would have straved to death stuck to a trap in the trash) took a piece of paper wrapped it arround the mouse and crushed its skull. The squeeks were horrible and my sister and her friend looked like they were caught between beating him for being so cruel and crying. I was just grossed out it was going to die anyway but i just wish there was a less gruesome way like little mouse lethal injections.

So anyway, after the festival we walked back to the car and Laura dropped us off. I got it in my head while I showered that I really wanted to go get thai food (I hadn't eaten anything but a small burrito 33 cent so awesome at breakfast and a bowl of watermelon). I got the bf all excited along with myself about eating this, drove all the way out to the Thai Diner only to find the place is closed on Sunday. Such disappointment. So instead we went to Chipolte and ate burritos because I had wasted so many calories walking I might not gain weight that day. Really good though, burritos I don't care if they have 10,000 calories. The night ended well with Finding Nemo and Harry Potter 2 and 3. But I barely slept because it was hot and my sun burn made me feel sick. It really is the sadest way to start your day with your bf driving off to his home far away. Wish he lived closer so bad.

Sometimes noone cares . . .really

Shouting "Hey Are you there! Sorry I just had to wait so long I thought I would make some phone calls to makeup for the lost time. Sorry if I am so loud but our anitquated phone system might disconnect us so I thoughtI would put us on speaker phone. Hold on let me shut the door"

Thank goodness, Debbie Downer is in a seriously foul mood today. I tried to say hello and she just stared me down. Yea our phone system may not be top of the line but it doesn't disconnect randomly you do that yourself.And the poor guy on the phone basically gets a lecture for helping other people who called first. I don't understand how someone could be annoyed at everything. Its always something, the copier isn't working, the fridge isn't putting out water, the stapler isn't stapling correctly, the fax is out of toner. In general thepattern I am seeing is I have a problem and someone else needs to fix it now. Why is she so entitled to everything, I don't remember saying I would work for her and as far as I can see everyone else is an advisorlike her, working for themselves, or an assistant of sorts who does not work for her. The only time I ever saw her happy was when she got three dollar pants, which she showed me everyday. I was so jealous I couldn'tfind a single pair that cheap in my size (big macy's sale).

Seeing Dots

This morning after a waking up from a crazy dream(all this time dinosaurs have been living on earth but deep deep underwater and high up in the sky. Now they have come back to kill us and we have to fight to stay alive like we did some thousand years ago. Pretty ridiculous I lived in a castle on the sea and was on a ship acting in a movie while we were attacked). I was pretty out of it so I grabbed pants and somehow managed to leave looking somewhat together. When I came to work and used the restroom I realized I am wearing black polka dot underwear under my white pants. And everyone can see them awesome.

Not much I can do about it but proudly strut my polka dot butt throughout the office (luckily I spend most of the day sitting in a chair hiding in my office). Very unfortunate pants choice however. Yikes!

weird day

Back to work after a wonderful 3 1/2 day weekend and already things are weird. Started with Debbie Downer (advisor next door who complains about everything) calling the building manager.
"Hi, this is (insert name here) calling from suite 100 in (building address). When the gardeners were doing the landscaping, which looks nice by the way, they decapitated a dove. I just would like it removed and I don't want to do it, Im sure it wouldn't be too hard just some gloves and such. It just really is disturbing and not good for clients so if you could please have that removed I would much appreciate it. Thank you"

When one of the other advisors teased her about it she just said "its a bad omen" All I can think is thank good I didn't notice it in my exhausted zoned out state. Yuck! Nothing move upsetting then a decapitated symbol for love and peace.

Then later I noticed boss 2 still hadn't come in and it was almost 11. She usually doesn't get in until the earliest 930 but 11 is a little bit late for her. Finally boss 1 called (he works from home on tuesdays) He talked to me about my weekend and all that stuff then asked if boss 2 was in. When I said no he told me that it is probably because one of her friends is missing. He has some medical considtion and was staying with some family but now all of a sudden has jsut disappeared. So weird! and scary I can't imagine how shes feeling. Also am a little bit panicked because it always seems when I am here all alone something important will happen that I can't deal with properly. O well, problems will have to wait.

Hot

Today I came into the office and the air conditioner is broken. Great day to wear black trousers and a button up blouse. I had a terrible headache so of course I first thought I was sick (I actually really felt like I was going to pass out). What a relief to hear other peoeple complaining in the hallway so that I can know there is nothing wrong with me, I don't have some condition that causes me to get hotflashes and pass out and have seizures. So much for having cute hair and all before seeing the bf. My hair will be a complete mess from quick put up and Ill be sweaty with runny mascara. HOT.

Even so I am definitely excited to see bf. We will spend the weekend moving him into his new house, going to the river, hiking at the cascades, eating good food, snuggling, and buying me furniture. Doesn't get much better then that if you ask me. Hell I would be happy if we spent the next three days curled up in bed watching movies. I hope the couches his mom has are good, I really am in desperate need of good furniture. The lawn chairs are terribly uncomfortable.
I cannot wait until next year when bf comes to live with me. We will rent a cute little house (wish I could buy but I am trying to be realistic here) and maybe I could have a dog and he could build a place to do his woodworking. So exciting if you ask me. Especially since right now my only roomates have millions of legs and hide in dark wet places (yuck!).

Yay! boss2 just came in and said if heat doesn't get fixed I can leave early. Yay heat that is making me feel sick. I now turned off the lights and found a fan. Much nicer in here, and even though slightly uncomfortable I will get to see bf earlier wonderful!

Zoning into my own little world

Yesterday morning I woke up at 6 am. I threw on the outfit that I planned to wear, made my hair look at least presentable, threw everything I had set out in my car, and grabbed a coke from the fridge. I hopped in my clean looking car (good job rain) and drove away from my parents house. I went the normal way I usually go to Route 66, hopped on picked out a CD and turned up the radio. I noticed the traffic already starting to back up ridiculously far at 630 in the morning as I passed 495 and Fairfax and Manassas. Soon the highway became 4 lanes instead of 6. I thought to myself I am making great time. Then I looked at the mile marker 40.

why am I on 66? Im supposed to be on 95 heading to Richmond not 66 heading to Tech. I have work in an hour and a half!!! Panic starts I called the house and luckily dad finds me a route that doesn't involve the crazy traffic back to DC. I get to work only half an hour late, don't miss any calls and still manage to get everything done that I need to.

What scares me is that I drove 30 miles before realizing I wasn't even on the correct highway(scared the crap out of my mom too) How easily I would have been prey to cops I was barely paying attention to anything. Last thing I need is to get another ticket. My car insurance is already through the roof. (I called geico last night turns out they didn't have my last ticket on file, which means I really have to get my own insurance . . .sweet) 2300 a year is ridiculous! I guess its a good thing I didn't get internet or cable I can only afford rent and car insurance. Sigh I need a raise

Fun times last weekend

Nothing like a pregnancy scare to make a weekend more interesting. I got to spend my relaxing weekend home worrying thatI would not be able to be a kid anymore. A few weeks ago the bf and I weren't exactly responsible and then last wednesday I realized I was late. Which led to other realizations. I live by myself in a crappy apartment. Bf still has one more semester of college. Bf plans to build furniture and start company and I wouldn't be able to work with newborn. I have no health coverage for maternity. I have no money in my savings. I still wanted to do grad school. I dont want to grow up. Basically in no way shape or form am I or my bf ready to have a child.

Thank goodness for my wonderful mother who purchased tests for me. Because I am still late still waiting and really annoyed. The tests are negative and I just stopped using the patch so Im all off kilter. Hopefully the tests were right because mostly I wouldn't want to tell my dad. Life is way to hectic right now and my salary is way too low for the stresses and bills that go along with that.

Its Friday!

So excited to finally be done with the week. Yesterday I went shopping and in a fit of self control managed to only come home with 2 shirts and 1 pair of pants. Unluckily the shirts weren't cheap so thats basically all the shopping I get for the month. But I decided that it would be far better to have two shirts that I love then to have 6 that are just okay. I am wearing all new clothes today and I can't tell you what a good mood that puts me in. If only it weren't for the other issue bounching through my head (which I am not going to say outloud right now cause i don't want to jinx it.)

This weekend I get to go home and have dinner with the family. Very exciting. I can't wait for clean laundry and being able to sleep without fear of centipede attack.

I scream for icecream

I love icecream. If they could find a way to make it not hurt my teeth I would eat it constantly. Today we had an icecream social at work and of course because I am incredibly antisocial when I don't know people I waited until there were 15 minutes left so that I could hurry over eat some and then come right back. Of course I exaggerated my own importance. Its not like someone is going to grab me and be like hey stay here and talk to me. Leave it to me to get incredibly nervous and get the idea that someone would bother me.

Old friend

Sometimes it just plain sucks getting older. Like realizing that you and your best friend no longer have anything in common. When I first starting hanging out with the princess I was timid and quiet. If something bothered me I wouldn't bring it up. Then junior year we would have random fights but nothing would come from them. The next day we would pretend as if nothing had happened, nothing would change, and I would still be upset about some way she treated me or other people. Our serious divide happened on my 21st birthday. It was supposed to be the one day out of the year that was supposed to be about me. And yet that didn't work for her and then at the end of the night she insulted my other close friend so I left.

From that point on it hasn't been the same. I used to call her whenever I had a free moment and I felt like she called me too. Now I don't want to call her. The thing about her is I always knew under her selfish exterior she still cared about me on some level. I didn't feel that anymore. All she cared about was parties and bars and she was always dragging me into situations where I didn't feel comfortable. I was constantly brought face to face with old hookups and I just didn't need that anymore. It got to a point where we didn't talk for 4 months straight. And that was okay. I finally was free, I was moving on with my life and not thinking about her.

Then her two best college friends died. Her mom called and I remembered first thinking it was Tonia and I was horrified because I never fixed the void that had come between us. And it made me think alot. I was there for her I called her a ton and for a while she called me. But the time between calls grew longer and longer. Until she was never returning my calls so I was done. Since when is a friendship a one sided effort.

Now I feel lost. I don't really have anyone else that calls me. And the worst part is when she finally does contact me or call me theres always some excuse some lie she comes up with when I don't need that. I took her off facebook so I couldn't see that she was telling people she would call them tonight (it was really bothering me for some reason). Then she called me everyday until I added her again. I feel like she treating me like one her x-bf's who calls all the time and she always got some bs to tell them. Im not going to be dragged around so Im not picking up when a month later she realizes Im not trying anyone. Its just ridiculous. Now today she calls me a week and a half after I called her for her bday saying she had poor reception. Whatever. I told her not to call me at work and now she just making it so I get a message and have to call her back. Screw that. I am not calling. I have plently of other friends. haha Im not a tool.

I guess we just aren't meant to be friends forever like we thought. Its really depressing especially with all the marraige stuff looming in the future. Guess Ill have to find a new bridesmaid haha.

My weekend

What a waste of the weekend. I spent most of it reading (which is what I do on regular days. That is all I did Friday night. Saturday I went couch hunting but to my disappointment couches are so EXPENSIVE. And on top of that how would I get it home? Its not as if I have a rack on my jetta for this kind of thing. So I gave up. I went to return a shirt and ended up buying 3 shirts in exchange (I knew I should have just left the Old Navy) and I bought two books since I was at a loss of how to spend my night. Namely because that morning my sister (who said she was going to go couch shopping with me) was in a cranky mood (which she is about 50-75% of the time). I came to see her in the morning, since she wasn't picking up her cell (which she never does) I decided to walk over because I needed the internet. She didn't want to talk or make noise just sit in a dark room with her friend. I on the other hand, had spent the night before alone and being the social person I am was desperate to talk. So after she yelled at me the like 300th time I called my brother. We talked for like an hour then sister goes how long have you been on the phone? So Im like fine Im leaving. "No dont go, you don't have to go if you don't want to" "No you want to be alone Ill leave" "but now I feel bad and you look angry" SO WHAT!

It doesn't change that you don't want me there and I can't sit silently. Its not my fault your friend is crazy and woke you up at 10 (which I woke up at too but I sleep like a human being) So I left. But when I came after shopping she was in a better mood and willing to get dinner. After deciding take out wasn't for us we drove down to Carytown (which is a cute little streetworth of shops and restaurants a little like Georgetown). We4 ended up deciding on Thai food which was wonderful. I really like Pad see ew and I think laura does too since she kept eating off my plate and said it reminded her of bbq chicken. At the end we had lots of leftovers and full tummy's but we went to go fill our desert shelves at a homemade icecream place. It was a long line and by the time we got our icecream sister was cranky again. surprise surprise. It was the best cake batter Ice cream i ever had but my sister's heath bar icecream tasted more like chocolate chip icecream.

I went home and read and then sunday morning I read soem more. Real exciting. Eventually I got bored so I went to Priscilla's (a dirty store) to get magazines and cards for my friend. So uncomfortable. It looked like a movie rental place turned sex shop. So you could see everyone and everyone could see you. I felt ridiculous. And when a woman in the dildo section gave me a mean look it took all my strength to not burst out laughing at the situation. I left went to the gym and read so yea very exciting weekend haha.

Making Friends

The weekend approaches and I seriously wish I had something to do. I might buy a couch but that is about the extent of the awesome weekend I have planned(maybe some crocheting . . .hmm). I should really go make friends but how does a 23 year old girl go make friends. Should I knock door to door and introduce myself to my incredibly loud and young neighbors? I have to be honest that doesn't sound good at all. This is what I get for befriending military boys and lacrosse girls who are younger then me. There is noone I can hang out with because the military boys get spread all throughout the world (I would say they have it worse but they are surrounded by company) and the lax girls are still in school or go back to Northern Va.

If I went to a bar to make friends the only "friends" I would find is guys trying to pick me up (or girls it has happened before but I threw out those shorts). I joined the gym but making friends there is just asking to weird someone out. What do you say "ya these machines make you really sweaty", "I like that butterfly tattoo", "what exercises did you do to get a body like that?", "you really shouldn't wear those shorts your cellulite shows". If I wasn't so horribly timid and awkward maybe I could make a friend at the gym but that's just not me.

Maybe this weekend I should go find a church. There has to be a Catholic church somewhere here with a choir. Nothing like singing to bring people together. But to be honest you never know what you are going to get in an adult choir. People are either incredibly weird or old. I mean look at me I'm ridiculously weird.

Possibly the most pathetic part of my situation is that I do know people here that were friends with my brother. But two are married (one with a bun in the oven) and the other one while I enjoy his company I was never really that close with him. The problem is that I haven't spoken with them in at least a year. The last time I did I was working with Northwestern Mutual (the bain of my existance) and now they think Im going to call and sell them something. Stupid Northwestern. If they had actually had talked to me and had lunch with me they would have realized not only am I the worst saleman EVER, I just would have bought them lunch because I was trying to pretend I was working. I barely called anyone because most people were mean or hung up on me. O what a terrible terrible job. But now I feel incredibly silly.

Maybe I should call the cousin and see what he is up to. That's always fun and his friends were nice (he works in a lawfirm with other paralegals his age who aren't married) Must be nice.

I just wish I was like 5 again where just being in the same age group was grounds enough to hang out. "I like your shovel can I use it?" I could make friends nomatter where I went and we would laugh and play all day. At least I can count on when I have kids ill make friends again with other parents. Although from the way its looking I will still be young since Im already thinking marraige thoughts and baby thoughts (incredibly scary for someone who wants to go back to being 5). Most girls these days don't get these thoughts til they are 30. Yet here I am thinking. O well, back to work.

Over there

My friend is in Iraq and I have decided to send him a care package. But I don't know what to send. If I could I would send him potroast and cookies and mash potatoes. I guess cookies would keep definitely sending him dirty magazines (my friends who have already been there say its like money) Other then that I am at a loss. I could send pictures or books or movies but thats not very exciting. Maybe a game or something. O well Ill just have to wander around target and pick some stuff out.

It's so weird that he is there I still remember freshman year when he used to come in my room to fart because he wasn't comfortable enough with his gf yet to reveal he has a problem. We were both in the corps of cadets together and after I left AF we were both in AROTC together. He was like a brother to me. We would go to parties together and talk about relationship problems, and he would put a toothbrush in my mouth when I was sleeping and yell "Brush your teeth!" Sigh fond memories.

My office

All the "adults" are currently with a mutual fund sales man and I am at a place where I need help because I don't know how to do what I am working on. So I figured I would keep myself preoccupied by blogging.

In my office there are 8 "adults"(all the advisors) and 5 younglings including myself: 1 guy my age(who is married with kids), 1 guy a little younger(still in college), a random asian guy (who I think is my age but he hides in his office so I wouldn't know) and a highschooler(Barbie). I don't exactly have bar friends here. I am also currently the oldest non-married (unless random asian beats me) employee. On top of that everyone has a seperate office except for the other younglings(not the asian guy hes all alone too) we can call them the dynamic trio fighting crimes with their super scanner. So in order to communicate I would have to leave my little sanctuary and disturb someone who is working. Sigh. Good thing my bosses are fun and entertaining or else I would be incredibly bored all the time.

Today has been so quiet but this is the first time I haven't been busy. Definitely nice to have Boss 1 back because she knows how to do alot and she finds things for me to do. Yay!

Problems with Gas resolved!!!

YAY! I HAVE GAS! I was right all along it turns out that my service was turned on. I called the gas company a low and behold the bitch I talked to was crazy. The guy still came to my house even though I was not there found that it was on did a check of whatever the hell they check and left a card? Which I think one of my awesome neighbors picked up. (I live near such sketchy people) The lovely woman I talked to today apologized for my mistreatment gave me my account number and explained to me the charges. So nice to speak with a human being for once. And best of all I can cook! Tonight I will make cookies to celebrate(though I just said how I have a problem with food). I can make cakes and cookies and chicken and roasts and all the glorious things I love! Hooray!!!

On another note I don't know what to do with myself. I carried that anger around, weighing me down like a gorilla on my back. Now I feel like a deflated balloon. I will have to fill myself up with some happy feelings so I don't fall asleep depressed and alone in my apartment at 9pm like some old maid. I will celebrate by cookies and gym then. Lots of gym time. Bf did point out that I look much smaller. (Is it weird that I feel good about myself if he can't keep his hands to himself? No I thought not haha.) This day just keeps getting better!