Tuesday, March 26, 2013

In other news: I need shoes.

All I have to say is, I wish May would hurry up. 
We have: 
New Fall Out Boy album
Fall Out Boy concert
Denise and Vince's wedding!!!!
I will finally be old enough to rent a car without a fee for being under 25

But that all seems so far away. 
I get to see Fleetwood Mac in April :]

Other than that, things are tanking. I'm in that mood where it feels like everything is happening to everyone else. And it's not even that. Like, cool. 
I should be happy. I just got this snazzy new job. I have a beautiful new car. But that's it. 
I wish that I could just detect other people's feelings. 
I hate not being able to tell if someone is mad or they aren't. 
Such a wonderful feeling. 


I just shop a lot to suppress the negative feelings. Today I went to Urban Outfitters. I felt pretty out of place, yes I did. I'm not a trendy 19 year old hipster. They just annoy me at this point. But I did get two sweaters and a really pretty dress. I'm not exactly sure what undergarments I'm going to wear with said dress because Urban dresses are made for anorexic hipsters, as you know. They don't have boobs. Unfortunately, I do. I can't really go sans bra. But I could wear some sort of a sweater. It's that purple color that I love lately. 


Sunday, March 24, 2013

I'm such a sucker and I'm always the last to know.

Someone get me a life. 
I went shopping all day and I got some nice, pretty things. 
I still need an emerald ring. I don't understand why this is such a task to find. 
I got a button up from Banana. A purple sweater from Gap. A scarf from Charlotte Russe (it was only 5 dollars and I can never find infinity scarves). A black sweater from The Limited. A leopard belt from H&M. Then at Marshall's I got a blue shirt. Then I came home and ordered a skirt from The Limited. They are having a 50% off full price items and then you get free shipping at the moment. So, why not? I got the sweater there for 50% off as well. 
Not that I have the money for that.
So I'm putting a lot of faith in Lauren that she delivers and gets me some nice pants and skirts. Fingers crossed. It sucks being an adult and having to dress up ever day. :[

This was breakfast. I'm still super full.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

order the h'orderves, views of the water straight from the page of your favorite author

I still wish that I had lots of fun things to blog about. I think that I've just become so boring. Friday night I sat at home alone waiting for the season finale of Banshee, only to be disappointed. Then last night I left my friends house at 9 because I had a headache and then I promptly went to sleep. I'm that cool.

Work has been pretty good. It's starting to get stressful. But I think it's nice because it's one of those things where you say "I don't think I could ever do that" and then once you do it, you're just like "wow I can't believe I did that". And I'm saying that now. I'm sure my attitude will change. This will be lame, but when I volunteered at Women's Choice, I would dread when they asked me to make phone calls. Like it would take me 5 minutes of staring at the phone to get up the courage to call someone. I would have to have this whole speech made up in my mind about why I was calling them. Now, in the two weeks that I've been at this job, I just pick up the phone and dial. I have no idea why I'm calling these people and I just end up winging it. And I haven't had an awkward conversation yet. I have funny conversations with all of my clients' supports coordinators about my last name. And I wish I was kidding, but about 90% of them comment on it. I guess you never grow out of thinking a name that rhymes with "bologna" is funny. The last couple of days I've gotten "wow you must be really excited for St. Patty's day". 

But other than all of the scary math that is looming over my head with productivity reports and time sheets, I think that I've done a pretty good job for myself. I'm not  praising myself, but you all know me and know I don't do well with anything. I'm not really a "doer". I like to sit back and let everyone do everything for me. Well, I can't do that with this job. I am the one that needs to do everything and fix problems and make decisions. It's scary. But hopefully I'll start to get good at it.

Enough about work.
I've done a lot of hanging out with people lately. It's nice to have a set schedule so you can hang out with normal people at normal times. 
Wednesday I went out with my friend Mike and some of his friends to a bar that is a mile away from my new work. They had some cool craft beers and really cheap food.
Then Thursday I went with George to this bar in South Side and I got tacos and some more good beer.
Friday I did nothing.
Yesterday I went to lunch with Todd and had some General Tso's, surprise, surprise. Then I went out with some of my sisters and we drank a lot then went to Mad Mex and ate a lot and drank a lot then went back to Whitney's house and drank some more then went to Wendy's and I still can't move. 
So I'm hoping that Sunday is me going to the gym and staying there for a long time.


This is what I got from AVON:






Monday, March 11, 2013

is there anything left to say?

Yet again, I have nothing going on in my life.
I just spent 40 dollars on Avon stuff...
Don't ask.
But they had some good sales and special offers, so I went crazy. I'll have to write about it when I get it. 
Here's the picture I took of everything I bought the other day. 

I saw Oz last night and I was slightly disappointed. It wasn't anything like the book. I'm a big proponent of movies being exactly like the book. 

I've just been working and....
working.
Alex and me with a leprechaun at a fish fry dahn in Etna.



 Pamelas...Come on.
 Progress in the bathroom.
This is what I had at Red Robin when I went with my friend after our long and extremely boring shift at Old Navy. Gotta keep that discount. Red Robin has refillable fries.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Every night that goes between, I feel a little less

You know when you're at the mall and you walk past someone who ruined your life and you feel like crap about yourself so you go to the M.A.C counter and spend $88.81. But that's not enough so you drive to Ulta and spend $104.61 because you still hate your life.
I bought:
Philosophy - The Microdelivery Purifying Peel One-Minute Purifying Enzyme Peel
The Microdelivery Purifying Peel- Philosophy


Take a Deep Breath moisturizer- Philosophy


Well-Rested- Bare Minerals
this stuff actually works and is amazing



M.A.C Pro Longwear concealer.
This is actually the best concealer ever.  


109 M.A.C Brush
This is how she put on the skin smoother so I bought it...I'm such a sucker



M.A.C Skin Smoother
 Yeah. I don't know why I bought this. I have no primer in my defense.


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

to a room with lace and paper flowers

I really need to stop buying nail polish.
I just got this:




My life has been completely uneventful other than that. 
livin' the good life.





Saturday, March 2, 2013

Chapter 14

So a few weeks ago I was scheduled for an interview. I woke up early because I had to get Ashleigh and I some Fall Out Boy tickets and drive to the interview at 12:30. Well, my life sucks and I didn't get the tickets. I tried and tried but they were sold out or something. God didn't want me to be happy. So I trudged on to the interview. I didn't realize that it was an hour away. I thought that I could get the job and it would be something that I really would've enjoyed. However, it was AN HOUR AWAY and it made 30 cents less than Bradley. So I got dressed and drove out there, hoping, somehow that my GPS was wrong and I could speed and make it there in like 45 minutes or something. So I drove there. It took an hour AND I had to pay a dollar for a random ass toll. So, being the psychotically early person that I am, I was a half hour early. It took me forever to find the entrance to the building. I sit in the parking lot for a few minutes and then I pull out and drive home. Ain't nobody got time for that. I drove home and laid on the recliner and took a nap and wallowed in my misery.
Then around 4 Ashleigh called me and told me that she got the Fall Out Boy tickets. How did my luck turn around, I think.
About ten minutes later I get a call from a woman I interviewed with a few days before offering me a job. A real job. A 9-5 Monday through Friday type job. A job where I wear pencil skirts and heels.A job with responsibilities (more than I think I can handle). A job where I work with grown ups. A job where I don't have to pin children to the ground on a daily basis. Yes, I'll take it.

Leaving my old job was really hard. I didn't think it was going to be. I mean, I made some connections with the kids but nothing really strong. And I mean, of course they're kids and they make everything dramatic but I cried. I cried.  In front of everyone, staff included. It was a sad day. I was caught up in some sort of mass group hug of 10 tiny children all saying things like "I don't want you to go, Miss Kristen". And then my favorite little girl was hanging on my leg as I was trying to walk off the hallway saying "you can't leave me, Miss. Kristen". Oh, that was sad. But I haven't thought about them once since I left. I had my last restraint three days prior to my last day. It wasn't even a hard one or anything. My last meal there sucked too.
This is what they said about me leaving:

I felt so special until a few days later when they said they same thing about an overnight staff.

I started on Tuesday and while I really like the people I work with and I like the idea of my job, I don't think I'll be able to do it. I stay late every day and I haven't even been there a week. I sort of trained someone already and I haven't even been formally trained. I've met parents of consumers and I've met consumers. I've made charts and phone calls and organized files. I've made training books and I have to interview someone on Thursday. I'm already on a committee. I have a phone that's so antiquated I can't figure out how to work it. I have an office and a computer and my phone number is on an extension list.

So we'll have to see how it goes.


In other news, RIP Simba, baby. It was a sad, sad day when you had to be put down.
And I ate a whole pizza.