I'm sort of becoming obsessed with Google Chrome. I used to only use Firefox, but Chrome is so much better.
My stomach hurts and I'm sitting at home on a Friday night working on billing. I need a life.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
You won't leave me alone, even though I know you're gone I look around for someone new, but I see you
Oh I forgot to talk about my dreams.
Last night I had a series of weird dreams. The first part of my dream was something to do with work. Okay, in my company we have group homes where individuals with ID live and there are maybe 1-7 people in each house. Each house has staff at all times. That's not really how my dream was, but I just want you to have an idea. There was a camp sort of aspect to wherever I was. All of the consumers were gone somewhere, but we still had to sleep. So we all know who from work was in my dream... I don't need to say it cause what if someone from work stumbles across this blog...Anyway, it was bed time and we were all trying to find somewhere to sleep and this person was on the bottom bunk sans shirt. All of the sleeping assignments kept changing. Something flooded, half of the people I work with were there. I think we got to sleep in the same bed somehow. Why am I creepy?
Next part of my dream, I was in my own bed and I hear Alex screaming about how I used all of her Ocean Salt. Which is weird cause I use Ocean Salt so if she had some, why wouldn't I use my own? Anyway I was sleeping and she comes barging into my room, screaming at me about how I used her stuff. Now, I know this was a dream, but I hate being accused of using people's things. I generally ask before I use stuff cause I'm the type of person who notices if someone uses anything of mine and it drives me up the wall. Not because I'm a selfish person, I am, just that it makes me crazy. Anyway, she comes storming into my room and I got really pissed and I started beating her up and trying to choke her. I'm so nice.
Then next weird part of my dream was I was in my bed again. My bed is next to a window which is next to a roof. So I had my windows open with the screen in. Then all of these baby cats are sitting outside my window. Maybe about five of them. But that's not it, there are other cats. Smaller than kittens, the size of Harry. There are about 5 of those tiny tiny ones as well. I let all of the tiny ones into my room, why I neglected the big baby cats is beyond me. They weren't creepy. Well I lost all of the baby baby cats somewhere in my room, but I caught one and he was the color of Harry. This baby baby cat had all of these bite marks all over him and I didn't know why.
I really don't like the new Miley, but I finally caved and downloaded "We Can't Stop". I normally hate songs about little girls that try to make it like they're so tough and they can "say what we want, love who we want, kiss who we want". But I like when Miley does it. I know why she's doing it and it's annoying. I can't stop though. I'd heard the song all the way through one time when I watched the music video when it first came out. I was like "this is so stupid. Stop it Miley". And then I heard clips of it every time I went into my boss's office because she has the radio on all the time and this song is constantly on the radio. Now since I downloaded it I've listened to it about 30 times.
So last night I felt like a rock. I'm not sure why, but I still do. Maybe cause I haven't worked out in 6 months. Who knows. So I got up from bed at around 10:30 and went to the gym. I walked for about two minutes but that was boring so I went to the exercise class room where a huge screen comes down and you can do your own exercise videos. I did two yoga ones. Thank god I was the only one there cause I looked like a loon for sure. The only thing I think that I was able to do successfully was go from upward dog to downward dog. The part where you're in downward dog and then the instructor tells you to move your right leg up to underneath your shoulders...I still don't get how that happens. Maybe my body just isn't flexible enough or I'm too tall in the wrong places and too short in others. Either way, I don't feel any more relaxed. I feel the same.
I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but I got a facial a few weeks ago when my mom was up here. I was freaking out since I don't like people touching me and I had no idea what was going to happen. I was nervous like someone gets nervous before they have to sing on stage for the first time. It was at this Japanese place owned by a woman named Ping. Ping was pretty nice and she got my mom and me some tiny little Dixie cups of water. Then I went into this room with the lady who was going to do my facial. Her voice sounded like she had braces, but she didn't. She was this middle age American woman with overly dyed hair. Anyway, she told me to take my shirt off, so I did. But I didn't know that I was supposed to wait until she left the room. Well...Then I got under the covers and I was like "holy hell it's hot under these covers". Then I heard her talking to my mom like I was a 5 year old. "Oh this is her first time...she'll love it". We'll call her Sandy because I can't remember her name. So Sandy came in and she told me that she was going to turn on the steam machine. I was like "oh please no because I'm already sweating". But that steam was pretty much the world to me at that moment. I was so relaxed while she was putting a whole bunch of stuff on my face. Then she did some exfoliation and some creams and left a mask on for about ten minutes with the steam still going. Sandy left the room so I could really relax and that was so nice. Probably the most relaxed I've ever been. She put these things over my eyes and I almost fell asleep, which is good for me since I can't fall asleep if I know that people are around and watching me.
Well the next part (maybe it was before she left, I don't know), Sandy started to give me a mini massage. I didn't sign up for that. I had my chest pretty much exposed cause my shirt was off. Sandy massaged my face...okay, I get that part. Then she started to move south and was rubbing my shoulders. Eek. then she was rubbing my arms all the way down to my hands. I didn't like the arms part, but I love when people touch my hands and massage them. That's why I get so pissed when I'm getting a manicure or fake nails or whatever and the manicurist doesn't do it. Well rubbing my arms and hands were all fine and dandy but she went on to my chest. Like she was touching my boobs pretty much. She was going under the blanket. I was pretty much freaking out. And thank god that stopped almost as quickly as it started, although not fast enough.
The next phase was the "make your client feel bad about herself phase". It started out innocent enough. She was telling me about her kids and what they were doing with their lives. I really don't care, Sandy. Then she went on to asking me questions about my life and my job and my lack of a family and whatnot. She kept saying "one day you'll find a husband and you'll be able to quit your job and stay home". I wish I was kidding. Now I'm all for being a housewife, it's my dream job, but I could be some uber feminist, Sandy. You never know who you're talking to. (Side story: I was getting my hair colored on Monday and while I love my stylist, she says a lot of inappropriate things. She kept saying "retarded" over and over. It never used to bother me, even when I was a TSS. But now working in a company where it's so taboo to say that word, I'm so careful not to say it. What if I was talking to one of my consumer's family members and I said that. I can't even imagine. You always have to remember that you don't know everyone you're talking to. Anyway, my stylist kept saying it. I don't honestly have a problem with it, I just have a problem with uncensored people.) So Sandy actually told me to not have a career for myself and have my only value be the children that I raised. Like my only accomplishments are those of my children. I mean, that's perfectly okay, but you can't just talk about that while you're squeezing out someone you just met's blackheads. Well she just made me feel really bad about myself because I'm not married and I don't have kids and I don't have my dream job yet. I never ever really feel bad when people make comments about me not being married yet. I obviously don't follow some sort of natural progression with my life, everyone seems to hit their milestones before I do. Except boobs, I got those first. I never really thought about it as a bad thing, but Sandy kept going on and on about how I need to get married. Slow down, lady.
Then it was over. And then mom and I went to Panera and I got the same thing that I always get because I'm becoming OCD in my old, unmarried age.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Your mama should've named you whiskey/I never shoulda let you kiss me/yeah and every time you leave it hits me.
I know that it's been forever. I'm not even sure what happened. I went to the Wiz Khalifa concert.
I look ugly in every picture. I just downloaded so much music.
I got "We Can't Stop", because well...
Two new songs from Panic cause the whole album isn't out yet.
John Mayer's new CD. I should buy this, but I'm low on funds currently.
Katy Perry's new single
The new Selena Gomez album
The new Jay-Z album
Luke Bryan. I know, right? But I love "Your Mama Should've Named You Whiskey". Sue me.
I really can't stop with Miley's song. I told myself I wouldn't like it, but what can you do. Miley is very convincing. And catchy.
In the past weeks since I've blogged:
I watched two and a half seasons of Pretty Little Liars.
I've caught up on The Newsroom, Dexter and Dance Moms.
I still hate my job. I'm seriously considering Grad school cause I don't know how else to get out of this job.
My car is being screwy.
I gained about ten pounds.
I went to the gym once.
I bought another tumbler. I think I have more than anyone in the world. Probably border line obsessive. I drink so much coffee at this point in my life, my teeth are probably going to fall out.
I went to see the Pirates and we won. I'm going again on the 27th. Go Bucs! I think they're in first place?
I flooded the basement.
I had a lot of fun in Ocean City, but I didn't get any pictures of my friends
'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars