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I hate being bored. And, today is the mother of boring days. Seriously, I’m a little worried I’m just going to keel over from it. I have nothing to do all day. Nothing to look forward to. Until bed. I’m not good at handling these days after several in a row (by several I mean half a day). I’ve knitted, watched Weeds, thought about doing some photoshop tutorials, texted friends and whined about being bored, thought about my past life when I had a job and wasn’t bored, thought about 2 weeks ago when I was super busy and staying up for days on end, hating my life, being mad at myself for being bored. Not really action packed. And now that I live outside of the city, driving to people who are available costs like $5 in gas.
Chico keeps staring at me. Like he wants something. He comes and stares. And then he leaves and comes back. It’s super adorable, but a little annoying. These pictures are all from one morning, by the way. He changes positions, walks away, comes back. Same expression.
He left for a bit.
But, back to the boredom. It’s excruciating. I actually broke down and cried a little bit. That is how bored I am. But, I finished a painting. I’ve only been working on it when I can’t sleep, so it took a while. I had so little to finish that I just went ahead and completed it today. I need something complicated to work on so when I’m bored or can’t sleep, I can get into detail.
And, he's back!
Please send me interesting comments. Or non interesting ones. Just something! Say something so I’m not crying because of boredom!
It’s back on! The best show on TV right now (I’m not sure if I even believe this, but I really, really, really like it). My best group of lady friends and I got together and had a little soiree to celebrate the occasion (did you know there’s only one s in this word?). It was great, we watched the season finale from last season and the first episode from this season. I can’t wait until next week!
Here are some pictures from the party. Mary, the hostess, really went above and beyond. And yes, the jello molds were unbelievable.
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Did you watch? What did you think?
The feeling the day after a deadline is such a good one. While the relief hasn’t quite caught up to me yet, I know I can lay around and do nothing all day and I won’t be getting behind on anything. It’s a lovely feeling. Just lovely. My friend and I got back from the pool a bit ago. sigh Just taking some time to enjoy the summer for the first time since I was 15 (when I started working).
I had an interesting night last night, friends. I hung out with some friend from school. We sat at a bar and talked about how happy we are to be done and how hard we worked this quarter and how insane the past week was and how exhausted we all are. It was nice. And, the bar had the window open. A wall size window. So, of course, we kept jumping in and out of it. Then, I knew I had plans later, so instead of driving 40 minutes home, I just parked my car in a busy area. Somehow, I fell asleep. I was playing with my cell phone, amping up my Angry Birds skills and al of a sudden it was 2:30 am and I was awoken with a beep from my cell phone. From Dude (that’s what we’ll call him at this point). It was just an address. I sent back a question mark. He told me to come there.
Being to tired, sleep deprived and groggy from waking up, I typed the address into the TomTom and texted I was on my way. A few minutes later, I received a text from another, unknown number asking me if I was coming. I said yes.
When I got there, I was in an unknown neighborhood in front of a HUGE, dark house. And by dark, I mean completely dark. No street lamps were on, no lights from neighbors houses. It was intense. I was a little afraid to get out of my car. Since the random number seemed to now be in charge of the situation, I texted, “I’m outside.” ”Come in,” was the response I got. ”I’m not getting off the couch.” (So, sweet) I looked at the house and then I texted, “Who is this?” “Dude”
Stupidly, I got out of the car and walked up the dark lawn. As previously mentioned, I am terrified of the dark. Looking back on it now, I think it was the grogginess which allowed me to do this. I walked up the driveway and up onto the porch. ”I’m at the front door,” I texted. ”Come in” was all I got back. So I did. I followed the sounds of a horror movie into a living room with four boys sitting in the dark surrounded by beer cans.
The end.
P.S. I’m too lazy to read back over this for typos, so, sorry.
As I have previously mentioned, I recently moved back in with my parents. I haven’t lived here in a long time. Because I’m an adult and I’ve lived on my own. Which means feeding myself (I do appreciate you asking me what I want to eat 50 times a day, mom), having my room however I like it (just because my stuff is strewn all over the place doesn’t mean I don’t know where everything is! I swear!) and, most importantly, I have paid for and controlled my own air conditioning level.
In case you forgot, I live in Atlanta. Which is in Georgia. In the south. And it gets HOT down here. Hot like hell, with the flames and brimstone and all that. Literally (jk, I just love it when people use literally wrong). I hate summer, it’s way too hot and I hate to be hot. It’s the worst. You can’t do anything about it. I mean, I can only take so much clothing off, you know? At least when it’s cold I can snuggle up with Chico pup under my heated blanket (best invention ever).
When I lived in my house (I miss it every day, seriously), Roomie and I had an air conditioner compromise. I wanted it on 68, she wanted it somewhere above 75 (OMG, ridiculous) so we came to an agreement on 73 or 72. Although, I often waited until she went to bed and turned it lower. Because there is NOTHING worse than waking up sweaty. Agreed? Great. It’s gross. Well, guess who likes it on 78?! My father. It’s sweltering in here. 78, are you kidding me? Inside? REALLY?!
pretend this is me and I was motivated enough to make my own picture
Once I realized the air conditioner in my room wasn’t broken (which I was lead to believe throughout my childhood) I turned it down. ”78,” I thought with a laugh, “must be some kind of mistake.” Next night (it’s the worst when it’s hot and you’re trying to go to bed, see note above), sweltering again. I investigated. Dude, 78, wtf?
While being nice and driving my dad home from the mechanic in the driving rain the next afternoon, I told him I realize that he likes 78 degrees but that it’s much too hot for me to sleep at that temperature and can we compromise on 74? He laughed (not a fun chuckle, an evil magician’s laugh) and said we can compromise at 76. I suggested 75 and he replied with 77. ’sigh’ Apparently, “it’s a fortune to cool that house in the summer.” ?? It’s hot!!
The moral of the story is, my dad is trying to drive me out by killing me with the Georgia heat. The good thing? I go to bed 2 hours after he does. So, I totally win. But, probably only until the power bill comes.
I’m lying in my bed suffering from a crippling bout of anxiety. (I think I might have spelled ’bout’ wrong, I feel like there’s a silent g in there somewhere) If only I didn’t have tons of homework and unpacking to do, this behavior might be acceptable. But, alas, the guilt of being lazy is making the anxiety worse. I think I may just pack up all of my things and drive them to my storage unit so I don’t have to deal with them. To me, this sounds like a wonderful idea. I mean, they’ll still be available to me, just 5 miles away. Then my floor will be clean and my mom will rejoice. REJOICE, I say!
This week’s best stuff is going to consist of a few inspirational things, none of which will include Bin Laden or the Royal Wedding (poor Will and Kate, their wedding was totally eclipsed by that terrorist dude’s death…was that distasteful? Totally kidding)
If you’re not following Katie‘s amazing blog, you’re really missing out. She’s an unbelievable artist. Her ideas are incredible. Unfortunately, she had a really bad day this week. But, she turned it around by buying flowers, walking the streets of New York and giving them out to random strangers. ’sigh’ Isn’t that the best? How amazing.
I know you’ve probably all seen this a million times like 3 years ago, but that doesn’t make it any less awesome. I mean, the lion. Hugs. That. Guy. Makes me tear up every time.
(on the same page as the above video was this totally uninspirational video of a lion trying to eat some cheetah cubs. Lions are such assholes sometimes)
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What a great thing to write on the mirror. Someone, get me some dry erase markers!
Um…watch this. It’s so funny.
Have a great weekend! I hope I’ll start to feel better soon :)
P.S. Something you can do for me that makes people all over the world (I think, it might just be the U.S.) is go to the side bar and click on the To Write Love on Her Arms banner and do the little things they ask you. They’re doing great stuff over there, I love them.
Part two is solely focused on William and Kate etsy items. While I love etsy and it’s helped me make a good deal of money, the dregs of the crafting world have come out in full force to peddle their wares. And, it’s awesome. Without further ado…
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This is cute, but why? Why would anyone want this? It’s not your wedding.
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This one verges on creepy. Wait, I take that back, it’s just plain creepy. I kind of want to see if the picture really doesn’t come off with use, but not enough to actually buy this soap. These would make cute favors for wedding guests, but not for the average American who is just obsessed with the wedding.
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Someone spent a lot of time and energy painting these and they don’t look anything like the royal couple. Not to mention people generally don’t want portraits of strangers in their houses.
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Really? Really?
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The design is so cute, but why?!! Wait, I know why…’sigh’…capitalism
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W. T. F. You holding your own ceremony, person who bought this? Are you dressing up, as well?
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Weird.
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This is a hodgepodge of whatever crap this designer found at the bottom of her junk draw, she strung them onto a string then printed out some Windsor family pictures off of Google. Really, like picture is giving me a head ache.
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I really want to know if someone buys this.
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I just keeps getting better.
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For sanity’s sake and my personal wellbeing, I hope this was made by a machine.
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What the hell is this?
How many of you are getting up at the ass crack of dawn to watch the wedding? Don’t be shy, we all have our guilty pleasures.
In case you aren’t paying attention to anything, the royal wedding is coming up on Friday. Prince William is finally getting married to that girl he’s been shacking up with for the past 5 (4?) years. And, much to my mother’s dismay, Kate isn’t having to go through the 6 months of tests to prove her virginity like Diana did. (I’m all like, “They’ve been living together, she’s obviously not a virgin,” to which my mom replies with an eye roll)
Anyways, there are a barrage of amazing products commemorating this special day. Here are a few of the best:
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Nothing says, “Welcome to my home” like plates with strangers’ faces. And their wedding date. Actually, if you see this in someones’s house, they probably also have lamps made of skin, Ted Bundy style.
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Seriously? These are SO creepy. Like, I wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same room with them. ’shudder’
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These are a little weird when it’s your own kids (or me and my brother on my mom’s fridge) but I get the whole framing the family thing. This is just a red flag that the person who has it must have some kind of mental disorder (I have mental disorders, so it’s all good) (no, I don’t have the magnet). It’s a magnet by the way.
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Have they actually sold any of these? I can’t find any data on the first search page of google. If you know something, tell me! I must know if people actually have this in their homes.
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I hear the glass doll eyes follow you around the room.
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Now when you’re getting it on with your special someone, you’ll be reminded of the royal couple right before the big moment. This may be a good or bad thing for you, either way, condoms? I guess people no longer have taste.
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For the small price of $19.99, you can own a cheap and complete rip off of a priceless heirloom. Yay capitalism!
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The weirdest thing about these is you know it’s not mostly little girls playing with these.
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I feel bad hating this because I know this commission made some sculptor’s year and they are lovely, although Kate looks like this woman I used to work with, but candle extinguishers?! Really? This product is just shocking. Ok, the paper dolls, I can see that, the condoms…okay…but this?
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Now you & your family and friends can take your pills in style while remembering those royal we hold so close.
Stay tuned for part 2! Will and Kate take over Etsy!
Chico and I have been riding in the car a lot together lately. We’ve been visiting people and going to the dog park and having play dates. We even drove an hour south of the city to Macon (where I found out my precious has a pneumonia) and went to the Cherry Blossom Festival, which was quite a riot (more about that later).
(can I just say, best picture ever? Seriously)
We have these lovely things in the metro Atlanta area called High Occupancy Vehicle (HOV) lanes, you know, because we have some of the worst traffic in the country. And, if you have more than one person in the vehicle, you’re allowed in the lane. These lanes are generally awesome because they are faster and less trafficky. I’m fine with these rules. You’re carpooling and therefore, most likely, keeping one more car’s toxic gases out of the air. Yay for you!
But, mothers are also allowed to use the lanes. With children in the car. Children who are under the legal driving age. So, they’re not keeping another car off the road. They’re just clogging up the fast lane. And, I think, if these mothers are allowed to drive in this lane, going slower than the general flow of traffic because there is a baby in the car then I should be allowed to drive in it with Chico in the car. He keeps just as many emissions off the roads as a child under 16.
The benefits of this are that I will go faster than the general flow of traffic, flash my lights at the slow mothers and, the best thing of all is I will get where I need to go more quickly. Everyone wins! (Duh)
The end of the quarter is in sight! Things are insane right now! I’ve never worked so hard in my life and my classmates seem to think that sleep is optional. I don’t know about you, but it’s not optional for me. If I don’t sleep, I turn into a monster. Plus, I get sick. Every. Freaking. Time. Like last weekend, I got strep throat.
But, today, thanks to my great friend, Walks on Sunshine, I was able to be a hair model and get a lovely haircut. It was nice to have a little time out from school work and stress.
So, we just concluded our last week of classes. Next week, I’m told, is when the real work begins. But, I’m also signed up to do boot camp in the morning at 5:50am. I don’t know if I’ll make it much next week. ’sigh’ What did I sign myself up for (school and boot camp)?
Not to mention, Chico and I aren’t spending 23 hours a day together anymore. Which is a little sad. I try to have extra special snuggle time with him when we’re in my bed, but lately, he’s just not having it. Attitude.
Oh yeah, my across the hall neighbor is, apparently crazy. There will be more on that when I can get some of it on video. Stay tuned…
Hi there! Happy Monday (which is kind of an oxymoron, no?)
I woke up this morning and immediately started throwing up. Let me tell you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat a brussels sprout, cheese or a veggie hotdog again (my diet tries to be healthy). Since this is the fourth time I’ve been sick since Thanksgiving and the 2nd time this month, I decided a visit to the doctor was a good idea.
Ugh. I hate going to doctor. They confronted me about an outstanding charge I never received a letter about as soon as I walked in. Way to kick my while I’m down, assholes. I pointed out they had run the wrong insurance. Ha! She was so superior and then I shut. Her. Down. (In a nice way, of course).
After the doctor asked me if I’m sure I’m not pregnant (I freakin’ hate that!! Geez, can’t a girl just feel nauseous without talking about sex?) she informed me I have had a long running sinus infection and it has lowered my immune system’s defenses. And then she prescribed me a ton of medication. And told me to go home, put my pjs on and wait until Wednesday to wreak havoc on my classmates’ immune systems. Done!
The problem is, I’m moving. Malibu Ken just got divorced and has been replaced by his ex-wife, Puppy Party Skipper. Who is a nightmare (for me). And she only gave me three weeks notice to be out of the house I’ve loved and lived in for 4 years. I’m a little stressed. Now, I’m too sick to pack. Ugh!
I went to the pharmacy and ended up spending $100 dollars on medications that I didn’t budget for when I was getting my loan. $100?!! Why do I even have insurance? The most expensive plan? It’s supposed to make this stuff better.
‘sigh’
So, I’m at home chilling and working on homework. I plan to nap soon.
What an exciting Monday!
P.S.–I think Chico’s broken
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