I sincerely hate the girls on campus that wear Uggs, nike shorts, and sweatshirts or long sleeve shirts. It is NEVER so cold that you need Uggs AND so warm that you need shorts. NEVER. Wake up ten fucking minutes earlier and pick out a decent fucking outfit. That simple.
That is all. Thanks for listening.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
I got 99 post...
so I had to write something to make it a hundred because I'm a nerd.
I hope everyone had a great day! I'm off to dreamland.
I hope everyone had a great day! I'm off to dreamland.
Have you seen my big girl panties?
First week of class is over and done with. Genetics is going to kill me.
Shop-a-holic sent me a text this morning saying that she needs 90$ for the Home Owners Association fee asap. I feel like since I'm renting this place and since I can't go to a meeting or argue against a notice that I should not have to pay the 90$. I sent her a text saying that and her response was, I understand where you are coming from but I also don't jack up the rent like other places do. Well, fuck you too. I wanted to reply with, I understand where YOU are coming from but I didn't buy a house with a douche bag that I was engaged to only to have the relationship end two weeks before the wedding date (Big fucking surprise!) AND then take a promotion five hours away from where I bought said house. Also, fuck you because I didn't have to move in to help your bitch ass out. But I didn't. Because I'm a giant pussy that lost my big girl panties somewhere during the move from my apartment to the house with two closets and a giant bath tub. I suck I know.
I've been spending a lot of time at the gym and I haven't notice a single fucking change. I go and sweat my ass off on the elliptical or treadmill, suffering through shin splints and watching girls with tight asses barely work out, and I see no change! Flight Risks says she can see a difference but I think she is just being nice so I will continue to cook dinner for her.
Loan money comes in this week so I get to buy a new pair of running shoes and a plane ticket to LA to see NOG. Pretty excited about both of those things.
My class schedule this semester is set up where I only have to be on campus Tuesday and Thursday. But then my boss went and fucked me over by having me work Monday and Friday from 12:00 to 2:00 and Wednesday from 8:00 to 5:00. I know I should be grateful to have a job and I am. My complaint is that I have been working for the department since August 2008 and I feel like I should have a little more say in how my work schedule is set up. I made my class schedule for Tuesday and Thursday so that I could get all my classes done in two days instead of three or five. I would much rather work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for four or five hours at a time. Not two hours in the middle of the fucking day on Monday and Friday and nine hours on Wednesday. That fucks my whole study schedule up. I'm kind of pissed about it if you can't tell.
I've been trying to figure out what to give up for Lent. I was considering giving up Facebook or Twitter but then SOPA came along and I participated in the black out day and it just about fucking killed me. And I totally cheated because I checked both social networks I just didn't update either one. So, obviously there is no way I can give up either one completely. I guess I will have to keep thinking.
Shop-a-holic sent me a text this morning saying that she needs 90$ for the Home Owners Association fee asap. I feel like since I'm renting this place and since I can't go to a meeting or argue against a notice that I should not have to pay the 90$. I sent her a text saying that and her response was, I understand where you are coming from but I also don't jack up the rent like other places do. Well, fuck you too. I wanted to reply with, I understand where YOU are coming from but I didn't buy a house with a douche bag that I was engaged to only to have the relationship end two weeks before the wedding date (Big fucking surprise!) AND then take a promotion five hours away from where I bought said house. Also, fuck you because I didn't have to move in to help your bitch ass out. But I didn't. Because I'm a giant pussy that lost my big girl panties somewhere during the move from my apartment to the house with two closets and a giant bath tub. I suck I know.
I've been spending a lot of time at the gym and I haven't notice a single fucking change. I go and sweat my ass off on the elliptical or treadmill, suffering through shin splints and watching girls with tight asses barely work out, and I see no change! Flight Risks says she can see a difference but I think she is just being nice so I will continue to cook dinner for her.
Loan money comes in this week so I get to buy a new pair of running shoes and a plane ticket to LA to see NOG. Pretty excited about both of those things.
My class schedule this semester is set up where I only have to be on campus Tuesday and Thursday. But then my boss went and fucked me over by having me work Monday and Friday from 12:00 to 2:00 and Wednesday from 8:00 to 5:00. I know I should be grateful to have a job and I am. My complaint is that I have been working for the department since August 2008 and I feel like I should have a little more say in how my work schedule is set up. I made my class schedule for Tuesday and Thursday so that I could get all my classes done in two days instead of three or five. I would much rather work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for four or five hours at a time. Not two hours in the middle of the fucking day on Monday and Friday and nine hours on Wednesday. That fucks my whole study schedule up. I'm kind of pissed about it if you can't tell.
I've been trying to figure out what to give up for Lent. I was considering giving up Facebook or Twitter but then SOPA came along and I participated in the black out day and it just about fucking killed me. And I totally cheated because I checked both social networks I just didn't update either one. So, obviously there is no way I can give up either one completely. I guess I will have to keep thinking.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Winter break is slowly coming to an end.
It's the last weekend of winter break. I have class at 9:30 Tuesday morning. This is the last full year of my undergraduate career. I can't decide if I'm happy or excited or terrified or if I just don't give a fuck.
I'm feeling a little out of sorts at the moment. I can't seem to focus on anything. Even writing this I feel so scattered. I can't even pin point what is wrong exactly. I'm a little sad, a little happy, a little cranky, a little nice, and a little mean everyday. My moods seem to shift from hour to hour and I don't know if I'm going to laugh or cry with each passing moment.
The slightest thing hurts my feelings. A misconstrued text, a missed phone call, or a frantic morning at work all bring about this great sense of disappointment.
I cried myself to sleep last night because of a silly friend and a photo of my grandmother. The two aren't connected. The friend hurt my feelings first and then as I was laying down I was reviewing my day when I thought of some of the different things the friend has done in the past that has hurt my feelings. Then I saw a picture of my grandmother. She was smiling and happy and I realized that this March will be twenty years since she died. Twenty years since I last heard her voice, her laughter, felt her hands on my face. Twenty years. I guess the different disappointments of the day caught up with me so I cried until I had the hiccups and then I fell asleep.
Since I'm feeling so out of sorts I've decided that I need to fill every moment of my life with something. Since I don't make much money and I don't have many friends in Mobile I'm going to volunteer. Before you think I'm some super altruistic person you should know that I need volunteer work for grad school applications. I'm hoping that it will occupy my time so that I don't sit around thinking about how shitty it is to have let my grades slip so much that I might realistically not be able to get into graduate school. And I'm hoping that between school, work, and volunteer time I will be so exhausted at the end of the day that I don't think about all the things that went wrong and end the night in hysterics.
I can't seem to focus on anything.
I'm feeling a little out of sorts at the moment. I can't seem to focus on anything. Even writing this I feel so scattered. I can't even pin point what is wrong exactly. I'm a little sad, a little happy, a little cranky, a little nice, and a little mean everyday. My moods seem to shift from hour to hour and I don't know if I'm going to laugh or cry with each passing moment.
The slightest thing hurts my feelings. A misconstrued text, a missed phone call, or a frantic morning at work all bring about this great sense of disappointment.
I cried myself to sleep last night because of a silly friend and a photo of my grandmother. The two aren't connected. The friend hurt my feelings first and then as I was laying down I was reviewing my day when I thought of some of the different things the friend has done in the past that has hurt my feelings. Then I saw a picture of my grandmother. She was smiling and happy and I realized that this March will be twenty years since she died. Twenty years since I last heard her voice, her laughter, felt her hands on my face. Twenty years. I guess the different disappointments of the day caught up with me so I cried until I had the hiccups and then I fell asleep.
Since I'm feeling so out of sorts I've decided that I need to fill every moment of my life with something. Since I don't make much money and I don't have many friends in Mobile I'm going to volunteer. Before you think I'm some super altruistic person you should know that I need volunteer work for grad school applications. I'm hoping that it will occupy my time so that I don't sit around thinking about how shitty it is to have let my grades slip so much that I might realistically not be able to get into graduate school. And I'm hoping that between school, work, and volunteer time I will be so exhausted at the end of the day that I don't think about all the things that went wrong and end the night in hysterics.
I can't seem to focus on anything.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Who needs store bought?!
So, I've decided that my new calling in life is to make seasonal wreaths. Because, let's face it, the medical field just isn't what it use to be.
So far Flight Risk and I have made two wreaths and are working on a third.
The first was for Christmas. It was super simple just a green wreath with dollar store Christmas ornaments.
The second was a Mardi Gras wreath. Because we live in Mardi Gras country and its fun. I made the mistake of adding the ribbon to hang it after I added the mask and feathers. So it's crooked and it is driving me fucking insane. But it's still fun.
The one we are currently working on is for Valentines day. All we've done so far is make some felt flowers for it. It's a major work in progress. I seriously love these flowers and I'm currently trying to figure out how I can add them to pretty much everything I own. Seriously.
Once we finish the Valentine wreath I'll add a picture so you guys can enjoy our genius craft skills.
On another note, I totally want to do this:
to my hair, just the color not the cut. Thoughts?
So far Flight Risk and I have made two wreaths and are working on a third.
The first was for Christmas. It was super simple just a green wreath with dollar store Christmas ornaments.
The second was a Mardi Gras wreath. Because we live in Mardi Gras country and its fun. I made the mistake of adding the ribbon to hang it after I added the mask and feathers. So it's crooked and it is driving me fucking insane. But it's still fun.
The one we are currently working on is for Valentines day. All we've done so far is make some felt flowers for it. It's a major work in progress. I seriously love these flowers and I'm currently trying to figure out how I can add them to pretty much everything I own. Seriously.
On another note, I totally want to do this:
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
New year, new blog
I'm starting off 2012 sick. Yay! But I have used up all my allotted bitching and whining time by complaining to NOG so I will not complain during this post. You're welcome.
New year resolutions are...that I'm not making any because I never stick to them. So why bother.
I did a little updating to my class lists. I have to retake physiology because I couldn't answer a 76 point question on how a muscle contracts. Well, and because I basically failed every exam we took. Whatever.
But if you take a look at the classes that I have left to take you will find that there are only four classes, yes FOUR, left before I graduate! I'll end up adding a few more to fill out my schedule but basically I only have four classes that are requirements for me to graduate. I can not believe that I'm this close to graduating. And of course because I am this close I'm entertaining the idea of changing what I want to go to graduate school for. Because I can't pick a goal and follow through with it. I have to get super close to accomplishing it then change it up a bit.
I had a fabulous Christmas as I hope everyone else did. Santa brought me a can opener and a mixer and I was absolutely giddy when I saw them. That's how you know you are getting old, when you are happy to get appliances.
My last post was about PostSecret and the app and how awesome it is and Pro-Life and Pro-Choice. Well, because of certain people posting incredibly inappropriate material the moderator of the app decided to close it and take it off the market. I have seen a lot of people on Twitter expressing how sad they are at not being able to scroll through the secrets at night before bed or first thing in the morning. I agree that it is quite sad to no longer have that connection with millions of people around the world, however, I do feel that taking the app off was necessary due to some of the content. Hopefully the PostSecret team will be able to revamp the app and make it impossible for people to post the dirty stuff.
It looks like I have the next week off from work so I need to figure out how to spend my time. I'm thinking lots of reading, running, and pestering the shit out of NOG since he will actually take the time to entertain my annoying text messages.
Happy New Year!
New year resolutions are...that I'm not making any because I never stick to them. So why bother.
I did a little updating to my class lists. I have to retake physiology because I couldn't answer a 76 point question on how a muscle contracts. Well, and because I basically failed every exam we took. Whatever.
But if you take a look at the classes that I have left to take you will find that there are only four classes, yes FOUR, left before I graduate! I'll end up adding a few more to fill out my schedule but basically I only have four classes that are requirements for me to graduate. I can not believe that I'm this close to graduating. And of course because I am this close I'm entertaining the idea of changing what I want to go to graduate school for. Because I can't pick a goal and follow through with it. I have to get super close to accomplishing it then change it up a bit.
I had a fabulous Christmas as I hope everyone else did. Santa brought me a can opener and a mixer and I was absolutely giddy when I saw them. That's how you know you are getting old, when you are happy to get appliances.
My last post was about PostSecret and the app and how awesome it is and Pro-Life and Pro-Choice. Well, because of certain people posting incredibly inappropriate material the moderator of the app decided to close it and take it off the market. I have seen a lot of people on Twitter expressing how sad they are at not being able to scroll through the secrets at night before bed or first thing in the morning. I agree that it is quite sad to no longer have that connection with millions of people around the world, however, I do feel that taking the app off was necessary due to some of the content. Hopefully the PostSecret team will be able to revamp the app and make it impossible for people to post the dirty stuff.
It looks like I have the next week off from work so I need to figure out how to spend my time. I'm thinking lots of reading, running, and pestering the shit out of NOG since he will actually take the time to entertain my annoying text messages.
Happy New Year!
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