I love Post-its

My arms ache like I worked out at the gym. Although, no gym was involved. Instead, I carried two loads of laundry two blocks down the street to the laundromat. That is why my arms are sore. I'm chilling on the couch with my roomies + Rumple and Randy. We are currently watching the movie Joy Ride -- but only because we have watched every other movie we own and this one is good for a laugh because its just that terrible.

My living situation for the fall is starting to worry me a lot. I'm pretty sure that we won't be able to stay in this house in the fall, and I believe some of the roomies will be moving home. I don't want to end up homeless again like I did in January...

One more work day until my day off on friday and payday!!

Live Your Life?

American Eagle is slowing stealing my life. I happened to take an adventure to the mall today on my day off, only to find out that my district manager is going to be there tomorrow, as well as my day off on friday was taken away. My next day off isn't until next monday again. Ugh. Another week of hell here we go!

I'm also officially broke, again. I get paid on friday, but that paycheck needs to go towards rent and my many many overdue bills. Yuck! I'm somewhat worried as to my food situation and my travelling to work situation due to the 6 dollars I have in my bank account.

I picked up my diploma at the post office this afternoon. I can't believe I paid $27, 591 for this piece of paper written entirely in latin with my name on it and a golden stamp.

I feel alone, although I'm surrounded by my great friends.

Upon proofreading this entry, I have determined a lot of it makes no sense.

I'm chilling in shotgun at my residence on Charlotte. It's 1:14am. It's the end of my 6 day work stretch for the week. Tomorrow is my day off. Thats besides the point though. The point is, I've come to realise I have failed at every single resolution I had created last week. Disappointing I know. That just means I have to try extra hard to make up for my lack of motivation.

I am not the only person in this city with a red lighter AND a pink lighter stashed in their purse simultaneously.

I am trying to forecast my day for tomorrow, but due to the raaaaiiiiiny weather right now, its hard to say whether or not I'm going to want to run any errands by foot. And by foot is unfortunately my only option. I have about 10 loads of dirty laundry to wash; I need to go to the post office to pick up a package (I'm guessing its my diploma!); Visiting Laura at Second Cup is a good choice for a midday pick-me-up; I would like to make it to the gym at some point; tanning is also a good option; perhaps even venture to H&R Block to finally get my taxes finished from 2005 and 2006! Fun filled day. Although (and being the nerd I am, I really am thinking about this) if I had a series of statistics from the probability that I will actually do all (or any) of these activities tomorrow and determined a trend, its probably a safe assumption to assume I will not get all of this done. End of story.

Some random resolutions.

Gill + Miray + a day off = one CLEAN mothafuckin house.
Gill + Miray + a visit from Rumple = one well deserved reward for cleaning.

We rock!

These are the final hours of my last day off for as long as I can see from work. I work ALL this week, and all weekend. That means I'm going to have to go easy on the drinking. (I guess thats good for the wallet tho.) But in light of the lack of alcoholism, I've decided this would be the perfect week to try and turn my life in another direction.

For one, I need to cut back on smoking. Smoking of all sorts;) You know that I can't just quit cold turkey because every last pack I buy is never my last pack. But I'm going to set myself a limit and I need to try my hardest to stick with it. So if by chance I'm grumpy or snappy at you, I'm sorry. It's my body going through withdrawal from lack of nicotine!

Two, I need to start working out. I'm paying for the gym, but not going. Mega waste of money. The only roadblock in my way right now is I'm going through my arthritis symptoms again! I'm gimped up on the couch as I type. If I start being able to walk without a limp I must will myself to go.

Three - I need to stop spending my money on mall junk/fast food. Period. No ifs ands or buts... (Unless I'm super hungover and need my double cheeseburger meal with extra pickles and a diet coke before work).

Four. My body is dying from dehydration. I never drink water. I must start carrying my Nalgene full of water with me at all times.

And finally the infamous FIVE. I need to will my body into going to bed before 1am, especially when work in the AM is involved. This includes cutting back on my terrible habit of setting my alarm 45 minutes early just so I can press snooze a rediculous amount of times.

AND if any of my roommates happen to actually read this entire post of ramblings, I insist they yell at me if I don't follow any of these rules. Because realistically, I probably won't. Especially the sleeping one. Alright, enough of my rambling. I must go back to breaking a few of these rules I set for myself.

"Ohhhh Now I'm going to smell like a boy!"

After a random night out with Heat and a pint and a half of vodka I arrived to work the next afternoon. Within 10 minutes of starting my shift, an odd man came over to me and handed me a bottle of our mens cologne, which was clearly malfunctioning. It was hissing and spraying cologne everywhere and wouldn't stop! I grabbed it in confusion and said: "Oh. Thats reeeeally weird." And on my way out back with this hissing bottle of cologne, my hands and feet got soaked and I smelled like a boy wearing too much cologne for the rest of my shift.