Thursday, October 31, 2013

Now I'm drinking coffee while I read the paper

You know how much I hate the word bootie? Yes you do. Well I can't find my black one. I can only find one.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Well I could be angry but you're not worth the fight and besides I'm moving on

It's almost over!
Two days left...can I do it?
There's so much and I'm ready to pull my hair out. Sometimes I feel bad cause my staff always tell me that I'm doing such a good job. Not to toot my own horn, but my department's billing got reviewed (which is 100% my job/responsibility) and we didn't get less than 95% on anything. And that was a low score. Most of the scores were 100% and 99%. Okay, so my staff had some good parts (I can't take all of the credit). The other department that got audited got like 75% accuracy on everything. So next time you want to criticize how bad of a job I'm doing...No, I'm totally kidding. I suck at my job. I'm actually pretty bad at most things. I'm good at eating ice cream.

 I'm even listening to Paramore for crying out loud. Am I in high school? I actually really like this CD. The latter part of the album is very Best Coast-ish, pretty folksy and calm. And her voice is a lot less emo and babyish.


My jam.
You know that I'm a sucker for anything acoustic.

I just like this. I know I've blogged about this before, but that part in 17 Again where Zac Efron is talking to his daughter and he says "when you're young everything feels like the end of the world". To this day I think it's the most accurate quote in the world. I still feel like everything is the end of the world. Like when people suck and you think that you hate them and nothing is ever going to get better (I'm partially kidding cause I don't want you to think I was laying in bed crying every night), but then everything fixes itself and it gets better.

And hereeee's a buttload of pictures from this weekend courtesy of my iphone.
 It was so cold on Saturday. We did this corn maze and I was leading and we came back out the entrance. I was proud of myself.
 The obligatory sorority squat.
 At least Danielle looks okay in these pictures. As for Wendy and myself...
 These were the greediest farm animals that you've ever seen.
 They almost took off your fingers.
 It's sort of awkward walking around with a case of beer when you're 25.
 While I was waiting for Marissa and Alaina so we could go to Idewilde, I went to this antiques store and there was this...
 And this....
 Meanwhile at Idewilde...This was actually really awkward cause they kept coming into the crowd.
 I figured I could use a filter to make this look artsy, but I was too lazy.
 Alaina really did not want this picture taken.
 I have no idea why.
 Had to go down this slide 15 times.
 Alaina trying to be that kid that pulled the sword out of the stone. But she was Belle.
 I can't.
 She insisted on me being Jasmine. I was like "alright"
 I just like Alaina's face. A lot
 This was a fun house, I suppose. It was so hard to walk through cause it was slanted, but Alaina loved it so we did it about 10 times.
Marissa didn't want her touching the water so I told her it was ghost poop. I just love hearing little kids say "poop". 

Monday, October 21, 2013

But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try and nail you.

Is it a bad sign when you hate your job so much you're jealous of the employees at Panera? 

Friday, October 18, 2013

So I was talking to one of my staff yesterday and he was telling me how I always seem calm. He and another staff apparently have conversations about how they don't know how I deal with all of the stress of my job. Little do they know.... 

But that's like the greatest compliment to me. 

Sunday, October 13, 2013

I have two letters for you



So I'm still at a loss about what is happening with my face. I can't even explain what is happening but I can't put any makeup on my skin without it doing what ever it does. It's not peeling, it doesn't feel dry and the makeup isn't flaking off exactly. I do everything that I'm supposed to do. I've tried at least 13 different types of makeup in the past two months... High end, drug store, luminous, matte, organic, full of chemicals, bb creams, cc creams, tinted moisturizers... I've tried all the different methods of getting it on. Stippling brush, foundation brush, concealer brush, fingers, blenders, big sponges, little sponges, wet sponges, dry sponges. What else is there? I've tried like 4 different skin systems and masks. I get facials, I'm drowning myself in water. 


Go away, ugly skin. 



And have you ever been able to separate feelings from your actions? It's really weird. Normally when I'm having one of those " you're so cute" conversations I'm gagging in my mind or I'm like " this kid is psycho". The other day I had one and I was just like a clear mood ring, completely emotionless. Like I was talking about the weather. Is this a bad thing? I don't think so. I've always wondered how this kid did this with so many girls and now I know.

Monday, October 7, 2013

You know when you do something and there is no conceivable way that someone else could find out, but you still freak out that they found out. Screw you, conscience, screw you. 

Also, I'm in panera and these hipsters are just standing around hugging each other. There are like ten of them

Sunday, October 6, 2013

If forever's out the door, I'll ignore when you call.

I can already tell that tomorrow isn't going to be a good day. Like I'm going to want to bang my head on my desk the whole time.
Wait...that's every day.
I just downloaded Miley and Panic. Let's see how I end up liking them...Not good so far, but I'm sure I'll be obsessed in a few hours. There is one song where Miley says "thang" about 30 times. I can't take that. I love how Miley is singing a ballad. A legit ballad about "FU" and she says "smh" which I recently found out means "shaking my head". I didn't know that for the longest time. I just have to approve all of these case notes and then battle this headache :[

I heard on the radio somewhere that guys aren't very detail-oriented. And neither am I, but the context was about texting/calling your boyfriend. I guess girls are always concerned where their boyfriends are. Not in a suspicious way, females just need to visualize things, I guess. When girls call, it's always "where are you?" Exactly where are you, more like. And guys don't really care where you are. Maybe the vagueness is a normal male thing. I used to get really annoyed when you're talking to a boy and you say "what are you doing" and they respond "nothing. you?" Well, kudos for caring about what I'm doing but I can guarantee that you're doing something. Even if you're sitting in a corner staring at the wall, I want to know. I still actually get really annoyed when they say that.

It's just really weird how different people are. Just the way that different people treat you in different situations. I don't really know how to explain what I mean without explaining what I mean.  Just that it's really nice to be on the same page with someone. Like, I know what everyone wants, just for different reasons and they have different ways of going about things. I just miss things, you know? Certain people and the way they are...even if you know the outcome and that it won't last long.


So my Aunt's brother's wife passed away on Thursday from breast cancer. She's been fighting it for a while now. For the first time, it was really weird seeing a dead person. Maybe because I've seen her a million times and had conversations with her. And that I haven't seen her in a few months and she looked so different. Super dead. Okay, that sounds bad. But they put a lot of makeup on her and she normally didn't have makeup on when I saw her. She also looked like she lost 50 pounds since the last time I saw her. It was weird. Normally I go to viewings of people I don't know very well or even at all, but I knew Jan. Not very well, but I knew her.
I know it's probably selfish, but it just made me think about my funeral. Not about dying, but if I do die while I'm young (or ever), I don't want a funeral or a viewing. I'm not sure if I want to be cremated or not. If not, I want a closed casket and NO viewing. I don't care if you want to grieve me, people. I don't want to be dead just sitting in a casket with people standing over me. I don't want a viewing for people to laugh and talk about things other than me dying. I feel like that's how all viewings are. We just stand around and make small talk (well I don't) and then my family eventually gravitates towards each other and we just talk about Christmas Vacation. No one is really sad. When I'm dead, I just want to be dead in peace.

Anyway, this was by far my favorite funeral home. There were pictures of the Lincoln's EVERYWHERE. Well, there was a whole hallway dedicated to Abraham. I wandered around like I always do and I look up and I'm like "Mary Todd!" and then I saw Abraham. On the other wall were newspaper clippings about the assassination. I was in heaven. Okay, that sounds bad.




Thursday, October 3, 2013

I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause he never did

Well everything continues to be stupid. I had to run the Step By Step booth with my boss at a job fair today. It was nice though I hate talking to people. 
They had some pretty fancy bathrooms. I tried to do an Aria thing with my hair but I put it up in some clips instead. That dress was so tight. Fat.