I'm sleepy/ I'm exhuasted/ I can't keep my eyes open/ I need a nap - pick one of those and then apply it to me. I'm going to blame it on the strange weather, and not the insane amount of work I have been forcing upon myself. It makes me seem somehow sane Today I: updated my blogs drew for my blog paid for my phone made a fruit smoothy drank said fruit smoothy facebooked worked listened to music chated with as many people as I could find online sat in the sun took a ten minute nap put on my makeup bought flowers for my brother and sister-in-law and started a blogging revolution

well my fantastic friendlies how have you all been? My hair is getting long and it feels strange on my back so I keep grabbing at it and pulling at it and twisting it and throwing it back. I have a hair appointment on Saturday and I can feel the strands quivering. "Don't cut me!" they scream in tiny high pitched vibrato. Don't worry my pretties, I won't cut you too much. I don't think that is much comfort to them. It is strange being in this place I work when it is dark and everyone else has gone home. I watch cars go in and out but the lobby remains silent. I'm feeling bored. A man in a yellow shirt just walked through, as if to prove me wrong. " Just getting something out of Roger's helicopter," he drawls, then walks out the back door. I try to sound acknowleding. "Ok" I call to his departing form. My mom and I went to the lake yesterday and ate a picnic I put together. There is something about lying sprawled out in the sun and feeling your body being rocked gently by the small waves underneath you. We vowed to go once a week, but I know we really won't. I ordered a dress from Modcloth the other day, using a giftcard my bestie gave to me in order to make my rival jealous. She's the best friend a girl could ask for. I am impatient for it to arrive, though.

It's a good day becuase...

My friend asked me why my day was good
the sun rose this morning, i had oatmeal for breakfast, noodles for lunch, i got a good nights sleep, i've got money in my wallet, my pencil is sharp, i slept on a bed last night, my chair isnt broken, my phone is paid for, a mom that gives me hugs and kisses, i gardened this morning, my room is clean, and i'm not color blind.

pandora

piano. I dream in piano. It's a pity I've never learned.
That and crossword puzzles. I never finish

drunken realizations

It all started with a rum and coke: not my usual choice, but I was feeling chic.A large yellow sign on the table read Happiness is a margarita. I couldnt resist, I needed a picture. I rumaged through my overlarge purse, pulling things out in the hunt for my camera. I took the shot, ate my food, sipped my rum and headed to the movies with my friend - laughs, giggles, inside jokes, candy then back to the car for our 1 A.M departure home. That's when I found out that my keys were not in my purse. I hunted tirelessly for them, panic insueing. "Hey let's check our pictures from chevy's and see if you put them down on my table." My friend's voice had a tinge of annoyance. We looked, and sure enough, there they were in the far left corner of the picture of the sign stating that happiness is a margarita. My friend takes me home, and I sleep, not worried becuase my worrier is broken.

I wake up early and make breakfast, musing over my options. I can call someone to take me to my keys and my car but I hate to cause inconvenience. I can wait til my mom gets home and use her car, but I can't be sure what time she will get home at. I could ride my bike...yeah that one sounds good. What? that's a long way to ride? Yeah but then I'll be self sufficient. No I don't have a problem relying on other people.

I halfheartedly call my sister to see if she's home: she's not. I load my bike and set off. The sun is warm against my skin. I huff and puff up long winding roads and gradual hills and past freeways and past ponds and past rivers. I get my keys and have to go back the way I came. I get to my car and unlock the door. I then pull out my water bottle and drink clumsily. A noise to my right. I look over and a guy is leaning out of his red sedan getting sick. I quickly get back to the task at hand: shoving my bike into the car. I push and pull and cajole and beg and twist and make noises. Nothing helps. I need to step back from the situation. The guy in the red car is back in his car but he just sits there, window open, staring straight ahead. That's it. I need to take the wheel off. I had never done that before but it wasn't too difficult. pop. I slide the bike into the car, close the door, and sit in my own car, windows up, air conditioner on. The guy and I are temporarily in sync with each other. I sigh and slowly pull out, driving home. 2:00 by the time I get home. I eat, dress, and arrive at work five minutes late. That's why I was late today, sir. It won't happen again.

today at work

I cleaned the coffee pots
just so you know
It seems that I have been working so much lately and at such an odd shift that I never get to see the people that mean the most to me. Luckily, I got to spend this morning with my mom. We went out to breakfast and went shopping, not the boring kind, the girly fun kind.
When I sit here at this hour, the sunlight slants against my face so i can't see

executive terminal

first the definition of a word we take for granted. :terminal-occurring at or forming the end of a series, succession, or the like; closing; concluding.
The door to my place of working says executive terminal. You tell me what that means.
As some of you know, I have met my new arch nemesis. What is life without an arch nemesis, the person that balances. What most people don't realize is that bad things must happen...hence an arch nemesis. It has been awhile since my last one. I am one of those annoying people that cringe at the very thought of being unliked. If confronted with this strange obstacle to my happiness, I am at a loss. Luckily, I have only had one before. She was in band with me and she challenged me for my second chair rights. Anyone whose every been in a band knows what a slap in the face this is. Anyone who hasn't been in band is free to mock/laugh/and or point in my general direction. Anyway, she didn't play the game like a gentlewoman becuase she completly bypassed challenging third chair. There are rules of etiquitte even in band. Especially in band. I played the song for an entire night until I could play it with my eyes closed. I played it way too fast, but I still won.
My new nemesis takes the cake.
Did you know that I get to sit next to a police radio at work and that I hear about every stabbing/siezure/disaster that happens in redding?
Ya.
In other news, check out this shark about to eat someone.