I had to!

"Brit applying lipstick on her way to the dance studio is like engineers patching the Hoover Dam with a Band-Aid. We're thinking it's probably gonna take a little more than that."

Picture and caption courtesy of http://www.eonline.com/

That is HILARIOUS! Oh how the mighty have fallen. The once hottest chick around is now the nastiest.

Blast

I just got an email from Flo saying she won't be in until 8 today!! GREAT...so she didn't even know I got here really early!

bah!

The Friday Phenomenon.

I left home today at the same time I did yesterday. Just five minutes later than I did on Monday.

Monday, I was here at around 730.
Tuesday-745 (trying to leave ten mins earlier than the day before.)
Wednesday-740
Thursday-740
TODAY-725!!!

Yeah, I got here that much earlier because there was NO traffic. When on Fry road turning onto Westheimer Parkway, I realized that I was able to drive pretty much up to the light with out waiting for it to change a few times before I could go. Usually there is a HUGE line.

Turning onto Westheimer Rd, no long line. I only had to wait once, instead of getting into a long line that turns all the way back to the dog park!!! If you know what I'm talking about, you know that it's far from the light!!

SO yeah, I was aiming to get here the same time as usual. Early, but not stupidly early. I got here stupidly early....the time my boss gets here, cause we walked in together. I also realized that today is "casual Friday" I guess, cause he was wearing jeans, and so were a few other people. Oh well, I'm wearing dark brown pants, but now I know better!!

The sucky part about getting here before 730 is that even though Flo gets to leave at 430 because she works 730-430, I still have to leave at 5, cause I'm really supposed to work from 8-5. I don't think it's justified if I leave earlier.....EVEN THOUGH I DON'T HAVE WORK TO DO!!! (well, just self paced stuff) Nothing I HAVE to be here for! geesh.

Violated!!

My dad's car was robbed this morning. Some delinquents stole his work bag, stealing credit cards in the process.

Katy is going to the dogs. DAMN HIGHWAY EXPANSION! Either that or STUPID FREAKING WASTES OF SPACE are inhabiting the neighbourhood.

What's been up?

I've been so tired when I get home this week that I haven't had time to write in this thing. I also haven't even uploaded my pictures from this past weekend. That's RARE.

Halliburton considers facebook to be a dating/personals website and it is therefore forbidden from use at work. I find this highly amusing.

Work is doing well, but the lady I work with, who's the guru of the program I'm learning is rather mean. Well, she's really mean and impatient with the guy that works there. Fortunately, it's my first week and apparently I'm doing well, to her liking. We'll see how long that lasts.

I feel as though, by the time I get home, or to Chris' from work, there is NO time to do anything but get ready for work the next day and eat.

Traffic to and from work is a MAJOR sitiation YEAH, a SIT-I-ATION!!! I can't wait to move just so I can go in the other direction of traffic. puh!

I'm a big kid now.

Just like the little kids today, it was my first day. They lined up for the bus, and had their moms walk them to school. I pulled out of the driveway as my mom waved goodbye to me. HAHA.

Yeah, I felt like one of the kids on their first day of school.

530 and 545 am.

Those are my alarm times.

I'm not that tired yet, though I already took my two tylenol pms. I think I'm getting drowsy, but I'm going to read just to get me there. If I'm asleep by 11, I'll be happy.

Good night. Wish me luck.

Last Day.

Tomorrow is the BIG day. I have to wake up at 6am, get ready to be at work at 8am!! ahh. That's a crazy reality. I think it hit me a little this morning. I woke up at 730, tired and a little queezy. After throwing up a little, maybe from a bad mix the night before, I went back to sleep thinking that by this time tomorrow morning, I'll be driving to work.

Life as I know it is about to be conformed. Quite possibly, tomorrow might be the first day of the rest of my life as a cubicle dwelling, office working person.

It's a job in Houston, with a normal schedule. It's fine. I just really need to get used to it.

It's really going to suck having to wake up early for the commute to the office. I can't wait to move out.

Shoes the Full Version

Oh my God, shoes!!

"I like your boots!"

LOL. The shoe expert, Kelly, is hilarious. Click on the link to see the video.

wizards woke me up, yo!

I've been trying to wake up earlier than I usually do, so I can be tired, and start going to bed earlier. Next week is going to SUCK if I can't go to bed at 12 by the latest.

Today, I woke up at 530. Why? My bottle of Advil fell off of the dressing table. Uhh...remember the ghost?? I shot up, turned on the light and looked around. I don't know what I expected to see. I went back to sleep.

I woke up again at 630. Something else fell in my room. Oh man! I shot up AGAIN, this time, a lot more confused, cause it sounded like a backpack or something, but I had NO idea what it could have been, and I still don't know what it was.

After that episode, I think I fell back asleep enough to have a vague explanation of what was going on, by dreaming it. It's a way I get, feeling as though I'm conscious and everything makes sense. I actually got annoyed because wizards kept coming into my room. It was some sort of precaution thing. WIZARDS?!?! LOL. I've just been reading too much Harry Potter, AND watching the movie. It's not the first time in the past few weeks that I've dreamt of hanging with the famous Harry Potter and his friends.

I think I woke up again at 830 to my alarm. I had no idea I set my alarm that early! Too bad I didn't actually get up until 1230, after waking up a few more times. I think that counts. I'll be tired tonight, I know that.

To take care of my sleeping problem next week, I think I'll take a Tylenol PM on Sunday night at 8pm. That should give me enough time to sleep and not be groggy the next day! I HOPE.

Timing?!?!?

Today, I got an email about a position that I would have LOVED to do. I got the email two days after accepting a job. I accepted a job at the SAME company as this new position. This new position was brought to my attention because of the same person who helped me get the other one. WHY did it come at this point?!?! Grr. I had to pretend I wanted that other job. I don't as much as I think I want this one.

just my freaking luck.

Now I have a nagging sensation that the new position might have been what I wanted, but not right for me, and the job I got, even though I didn't want it, might be perfect. But, I also think that I missed the chance for the job I really wanted, and would have preferred to do.

Madly and Hopelessly

As nauseating as it may be to those who don't come close to having what we have, Chris and I are madly and hopelessly in love.

It's incredible knowing that I have that for the rest of my life.

Lost Pooch.

There was a little lost dog in our yard this afternoon. She was happy and friendly, and came up to me and let me play with her. Once I started playing with her, she didn't go away. When my mom came out, she walked over to my mom but came back to me. An instant connection. She was so cute and sweet. Too bad she didn't have a collar. She was a little dirty, and we had NO idea where she came from.

I told my mom to ask our neighbour cause I've heard barking from their garage a few times. No luck, but, instead of wandering the streets, my neighbour agreed to help find the owner. Too bad my mom and I were on our way to dinner. If we didn't find an owner, we'd keep her! She was so cute. I miss her already.

She looked just like the dog in the picture.

Now I can fix my crack.

A few weeks before moving back to Houston, a stupid truck kicked a pebble onto my windshield, thereby cracking it. For a little over three months, I've had a big crack in my windshield. There was no way I was going to spend a few hundred dollars on something that wasn't COMPLETELY necessary. Now, having gotten a new job, this past Friday, I can finally get a new windshield. Woohoo.

I can get an apartment. I can afford things now. I can finally go to that Argentinian restaurant I've been wanting to go with Chris for a while.

Yay to getting a job and yay to being independent again!

The curse of going to Colorado.

I swear, there is a curse as far as me flying to Colorado is concerned.

The first time, I got to the aiport really early because that's when my dad could take me. I connected in Dallas, and flew to Denver, where I took a bus to Boulder. Overall, I had travelled for 8 hours.

The second time, I had a direct flight..yippee. Low and behold, it was foggy in Denver, so the plane couldn't land, and I had to sit in the plane in Wyoming for a while before the fog cleared enough to land. I was travelling then for 8 hours.

This time, by far the most unfortunate time. Why must it rain, no no, POUR, the day I need to fly out, when it hadn't been raining for a few days? PERFECT TIMING. I left my house in Katy with MORE than enough time to get to the airport early, even with pouring rain. I should have gotten there in no more than 1 hour, which I practically did, even with pouring rain, with almost low visibility. I exited the highway, on the home stretch to the airport, just about 10 mins behind my shedule. My flight was departing at 350 and it was 210 when I was about 2 miles from the airport. Those two miles were the suckiest two miles I could imagine. I was in a long line of cars that weren't moving, and thought it was just traffic. No one was moving as I watched the light turn green sevral times. By the time I finally got maybe quarter of a mile, over half hour later, I saw that the road was covered in water, and there was one lane that was shallow enough for all cars to pass, BUT, that was causing a HUGE backup. 3 oclock came by and I was about 1.5 miles or less from the airport but I wasn't moving. I called the ticketing agent and found out that even if I was late, I couldn't fly out today, cause there were no more flights. SONOFABIOTCH. So, instead of flying out on Saturday afternoon, I decided that it would be more practical to just cancel my trip. So, being SO FREAKING close to the airport, I cancelled my trip. That hurt so badly.

What pissed me off even more was that it wasn't even raining when I had gotten on Airport Blvd. The sky was sunny, just a tad overcast.

Grrr.. I'm just pissed.

So. FRIGGIN. Close.

There were two plays left, and we PUNTED the ball. WHY?! Not only did we punt the ball, the punt itself SUCKED. So, more hardcore team (the other one, the "aggies"), had the ball for the LAST play of the game, and they're known for going long. What did they do? They went long. Though, that wasn't unexpected. We saw it coming. We just didn't stop them. At the last friggin possible second, we couldn't stop them from catching it in the endzone. Therefore, our 1 point lead, with ONE play left, was erased. sonofamonkey'suncle.

Whatever, I got some ball action and defense action. I was rather like "what the?!?!?" when asked to switch with a smaller girl to defend when it was getting down to the wire. What the hell can she do that I can't?! Whatever!

I didn't mention about my suit yesterday that it only took me about 30 mins, actually way less to find!! Chris and I went to Dillards the night before the interview, with 30 mins left until the store closed. It took a while to even find the suits. The first one I tried on, was the one I ended up buying. I'm glad Chris is my fashion consultant. He made an EXCELLENT choice. :) Thank you, bunny.

My eyes are burning.

Wearing a suit for over 5 hours, being as uncomfortable as can be, completely out of my element, caused me to move the least possible. I was wearing the stocking, heels, skirt, shirt, jacket, make up, even wore my hair down ( I NEVER wear my hair down..it's short so, it's not inappropriate for an interview). Anyway, I didn't pee until about 530 this afternoon, after not peeing since before 1100 or so. I couldn't. It would have taken WAY to long to get myself back together.

I wore that suit uncomfortably and like I was wearing a costume as I walked around the galleria. Not to mention the fact that by the time I was at the galleria, my feet were begining to DIE from wearing heels. It was hot as hades too.

So, because I couldn't move well in my suit, barely at all, I didn't get my sunglasses from my bag. I was carrying a special little bag for the interview, with no room for my sunglasses. I basically burned my eyes driving around with out them. I've gotten really used to having them on when I'm exposed to so much sun. Being tired is only making them worse. I DID show up to my interview with red eyes.

Pressure is on.

Well, I have an interview tomorrow. My goal....SELL MYSELF. I'm very bad at interviews, and I'm freaked out that there will be technical stuff.

I'm NERVOUS, but glad that the opportunity has presented itself. I'm just worried now. This is the only positive feedback I've gotten in months. It's for a job I'm not thrilled about, nor would I have applied for in the first place. But, it IS a job. I need a job, right? It's a job that will pertain to what I studied. So, it should be good for me, RIGHT? I've been told a lot that the right job will present itself when you least expect it. I'm not completely sure what the job will be about, but, I guess that's what the interview is about.

I'm nervous about my decision to go for this job. I'm nervous that I COULD potentially be getting a job.

I'm just nervous!

Different Sunday.

This morning, instead of waking at 930, reluctantly, to go to church on time, I woke up at 430, reluctantly. I woke up at 430 after about 2 hours of sleep so I could take my brother to the airport.

Instead of going home, I drove as the sun came up, to Chris' apartment, so I could go back to sleep sooner than later. He was watching a biography on Janis Joplin. A woman I've only heard the name of, went to the same university that I did. hmm.

I spent the day at Chris' place, sleeping for the rest of the morning, still not getting enough. I ended up falling asleep a little in the evening and right now, I still feel my eyes burning from being tired.

Update on my wellbeing:

I still have a stuffed nose, but feel alright for the most part. I've regained my appetite. meh!

My finger is probably about 95% usable. Still doesn't bend all the way and still a little uncomfortable to use. Still a little swollen. Still needs to be nurtured so as to not completely kill it.

My arms are actually worse looking than I could have imagined. The skin looks like I've aged about 100 years. I need a miracle lotion. I NEED to stop scratching it. Easier said than done.

My period ended today.

Still no luck on a job. I hate those dumb companies. They can shove their jobs up their asses.

I haven't worked out in over a week, from being sick, and entertaining my brother. Unless you count the hours of walking we did around New Orleans and San Antonio in about 100 degree weather, and the 1.5 hours it took to wash and clean my car. It's sooo much cleaner. I just wish the bitch never threw up in it.

At the moment, finishing up Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Certainly not reading them as fast as I did before, but, at least I get to savour. There are only 7 books after all. Once I get to it...the fantasy is over.

That's it, time to read some more.

Drugged.

Usually I pop so many cold and flu pills, I become a walking druggie when I'm sick. This time, with the doc at home, I just popped a bunch of Airborne tablets, and Advil. The Advil for the pain worked well, when it finally kicked in. The Airborne thing is supposed to be the magic that keeps me from getting sick...even though I still got sick, I THINK I felt better a little quicker than when I just use cold and flu pills. Either that, or it has taken just as long, and the vitamin C I popped worked!

Oh well, I'm in the drippy nose and drippy eye stage. The sneezy, nasal stage. The painful part is over, except for my throat, which...I guess the advil will help.

I saw I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry tonight. It was hilarious. I always liked Adam Sandler, and I like that all his friends appear in his movies. I must point out, Jessica Biel has an amazing body. LUCKY GIRL! If I had money, I'd have a trainer, and be able to afford good food. (I know I could eat better now, but convince me that she didn't pay someone to have gotten her started on eating well!) Besides, I do try to watch what I eat, not eating a lot, limiting my sugar...trust me, I have. There is still much room for improvement, but...time.

Of Course!

I'm going to New Orleans this week. I've never been there, and though it's not one of the places in the world I've dreamt of going to, I am excited about the food. What could possibly happen that would make the trip a little less enjoyable?

I. GOT. SICK.

Yeah! Body aches, runny nose, fever, tiredness, sneezing. UGH.

I've been popping pills so hopefully I can function on my trip, especially since it's a 6 hour drive!

What makes it a little more uncomfortable is that my finger hasn't healed. I know I hurt it pretty badly playing football last week, but, I thought that by now the swelling would have gone down. It's still a bit swollen, still hurts a bit, and can't bend properly. I don't have full function from it, and that just makes me uncomfortable.