Thursday, September 04, 2003


*YAWN* Man. I so don't feel like writing an entry today. I am beat. I should have gone to bed at 9:15 last night, but was so sleepy on the couch, I couldn't make myself get up and turn off Dr. Phil to go to bed. I wasn't even enjoying that show, not that I'd admit it if I were anyway, but there IS NOTHING ON TV right now. I am crossing my fingers that my next Felicity DVD gets here from Netflix today.

I think Aaron is getting sick. My sister was over on Sunday night, with a cold, so maybe that's where he picked it up from. I have been religiously taking vitamins for about two weeks now, a daily and 1000 milligrams of vitamin C as well. I also drink a glass of Orange juice first thing in the morning, all in hopes of boosting my immune system. I so do not want another repeat of last winter where I was sick for a frickin month. Hopefully all of that will help fend off whatever he has. He kept saying on the phone last night "I think I'm getting sick." To which I would reply: "Don't say that!"... a few minutes would go by. I would inquire "What's on your mind?" and he'd say "I think I'm getting sick." me: "DON'T SAY THAT!" We've had a good run here, I always get sick at least once in the summer and I didn't get a cold or anything this year... that's a freakin record. Of course because I just said that pneumonia should set in by 2pm this afternoon.

This morning as I was getting ready for work, I noticed that it was really gray and overcast outside and for a second got kind of excited that winter is coming. I don't know why, I don't particularly like cold weather and rain... but then again, I love snow and being warm and wearing scarves and my black coat... I am getting all happy thinking about it again. :-) Of course, the one major downside to winter is having to wear shoes. In the summer time I only wear my flip-flops... it's a hard habit to break. About Mid-October I get tired of frozen toes, and break out the winter wear.

Boy this entry is all sorts of random ain't it?

I am going to get my nails done today; THANK YA LORD! I feel all ghetto chic with my thumb and pinky nails missing on my right hand, as well as the left thumb and index painted in multi color stripes as I tried to find the perfect color the other night. I was under the impression I would be able to get in whenever I called, but was delayed a few days. Arg. If I didn't give a shit who did my nails it would be fine, but ever since my nail girl quit I only trust one other person at that shop. I've been going there for almost 2 years, I don't want to change anytime soon. You know?

I feel all ... out of sorts today. The last few days really. Just kind of restless and .. eh. I don't know what my problem is. I am thinking it's directly associated to the transition from summer to fall, and no school to going back to school. I can't put my finger on it specifically, but add to the general feeling of eh the fact that I am still attempting to work out a lot and eat right--eat what I want, but eat healthier generally. And dammit all to hell if it's all I can do to just fucking maintain my weight under 170lbs. Arg. Arg. Arg. But that's ok... I'm ok with all of this, remember?

Can I share with you something that is just absolutely fucking disgusting? I don't want to be gross, but at work here, we have recently done away with the bath mats around the toilet because they were old and gross. Anyway, someone had mopped on Tuesday, and the white linoleum around the toilet was shiny and clean. I go in there today and voila... spots. All around the toilet. I noticed they had been accumulating all week, but once I paused for thought as to why this is I came to the conclusion that the boys I work with are dripping all over the fucking place and then people come in with dirty shoes and there you have it. Spots. Gross. ew fucking ew. I have lived with boys before; namely my dad and Matt and now Aaron... never have I seen this phenomenon. AND I KNOW IT AIN'T ME. Somebody get me the easy aim book for grown fucking men. Oy vay.

"Aw cripes, now she has proof that we actually like this thing."


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