Just so you all can understand what it is I do all day at work:
Where the hell is my birthday post for this year?
I turned 24 without even knowing it. Seriously. What did I do for my birthday? Hmmm. Trying to remember.
Ah- I remember now. I got a new nephew for my birthday. Clayton- welcome to the family. Jesus though- really?
It’s all coming back to me. Day and night at the hospital waiting for this little baby. Seriously Leanne- does it take that long to give birth? Well- there went my birthday. I better remember to post for my 25th. I need to set a gmail reminder. BOo yaH!
Well I did have a party. A kegger even. But my lap top was stolen. Is that why I didn’t blog about it? Yep.
That solves the great birthday mystery. Well- 8 months later… deep into 24, and it feels great. I went to Maui last month and saw U2 in Boston with Billy- who is awesome might I add. Yeah. I don’t think I mind this getting older stuff so much right now.
So-
My hair is more brown, lighter brown than when I last posted. I also think my legs got longer.
Maybe my toes are shorter though. I have sprained or broken my ankle and am limping about too stubborn to relax.
I took a bath. I have actually been taking a lot of baths- as much as I hate to use the phrase ‘a lot’. It’s been relaxing. I don’t think I have been as stressed. Maybe it’s the gym everyday at lunch that takes the edge off, or the violence of shoving a girl’s face in the mud at our soccer games every Sunday. Maybe it’s work. I work hard but have so much to do and there’s much a do but nothing I can’t handle.
I am having trouble believing the amount of time it has taken me to come post. Where has she been, other than getting taller and more broken?
It is said that some people view the world through rose-colored glasses. These said people seem to see the best in people and situations alike. They are generally happier and lead longer more productive lives than the cynic. Some days it seems that this is me. Loving life. Sometimes the world becomes too much. Obligations- bills. Men. They break my guitars, break my heart, and leave my rose-colored glasses shattered on the nightstand. I get out of bed and step on a piece of rose-colored glass, and bleed rose colored blood to remind me for years to come of the pain.
It is also said that Madonna wears rose-colored glasses to reduce the effects of her migraines. They supposedly tone down the eyes perception of color and help the brain to relax.
But there is a disconnect. You cannot feel the warmth of rose-colored glasses in your soul. You cannot taste the taste of rose-colored glasses on your lips, you cannot breathe rose-colored glasses deep into your lungs. I sit here while my rose tea steeps beside me. Everything is going to be okay. It’s just me and you Madonna. Let’s look at the rosy side of things.
Andy 2000 Inc is experiencing one of the biggest budget cuts in the country.
More to come- if the budget allows the typist to remain employed.
Hey David!
Glad you came down from Sea- Town this weekend. I had a blast at First Friday! What what!
Ahhh- “Werewolf-Bar Mitzvah, spooky, scary, Boys become men- Men become Wolves”
Oh my. And who were those guys talking about their Midnight Flamingo service? Someone should google that up and let me know the deal about that.
Ciao Bella!
That’s right. My blog is referenced on the Chumby wordpress.
It’s true though- No Chumby is for Chumps! And I am still a loser because I don’t have one yet. Still drooling though- maybe soon!
I <3 Chumby for Life!!!!
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So- Have you ever tried to take a picture of yourself winking? Whooooo- I can guess why…. it is impossible. Well- at least in this fashion.
Ugh. I am really getting pissed. I want to make a good gif of me winking, for no real reason… other than I have to have it. And it sounded like a ton of fun. And it seemed like it would be easy. SO friends and family- here is the challenge- I wanna see you top this! [note: it obviously won't be hard because I failed miserably]
Some people are born with this innate ability to fall in love in a matter of minutes. Sometimes I feel like I am one of those people.
Other times- I feel like I don’t have the capability to fall in love at all.
Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide, sometimes I’m scared of you.
Enough of that drama. All I know is that life is really weirding me out lately. I have all of these things I want to do, and just feel like it’s taking forever to get done.
I am in my third year of college- finally. With over a year still remaining I wonder sometimes if I can make it. I enjoy school and all, but really, this workload is getting harder every day.
I still have my master’s ahead of me too. I know I have to press through. I really want to get my doctorate after that. Gosh. I’ll be thirty before I’ll be done with that. hmmm. Guess it’s time for some math:
Age 24
+1.5 YRS Bachelors
+2 YRS Masters
+3 YRS Doctorate
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AGE: 30.5
Okay. Guess that’s not so bad- but I am going to need a break. Help me someone- I am scared!
