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Thursday, April 10th, 2008
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10:59 am - april 23rd!
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I'm moving from my apartment in Santa Monice to one in Woodland Hills. You've probably never heard of Woodland Hills because really the only good thing about it is that there's a giant amazing mall there. It's in the "valley" which every non-valley liver hates...I'm pretty neutral about it. It's warmer there so that makes me happy. And it's flat so it'll be easy to run on.
I've taken it upon myself to educate everyone on where all of my goings on take place. The map is a little confusing because it's very busy, and no sort of color would appear very well on it. I tried to do a google map but I'm not sure how to save it once it's done.
Most of my work takes place down south, and my main campus of school is pretty far away from it. I'm taking 2 classes (2 nights a week) down there in May through June, so that'll be an annoying commute. After that I'll probably take most of my classes in Encino (lame campus) even though I hate it. But really, I'm willing to live with lame campus over cool campus and not have to waste $4 a gallon gas.
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| Monday, March 24th, 2008
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4:18 pm - no more complaining from me!
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I started my job today I work for a company called Beautiful Minds Center for Autism, and I'm a Behavioral Therapist. I have 6 clients (all under the age of 5) who I work with and teach them social skills, behavioral training and such. It should be really fun. I got a giant bag of toys today to bring in to my sessions with the kids, so they're automatically gonna love me.
I haven't talked to Paul since Thursday night, I'm very happy to report. I thought I would be upset if he didn't try to contact me, because who doesn't want someone to like them? But I'm actually really relieved, because now I don't have to decide if I'm going to talk to him or not, or be scared that I won't be strong enough. I tried to block his number, but t-mobile said there's no way unless it's harassment and then go to the authorities. I don't think I can count being a douche as harassment.
I'm also thinking about going all the way and doing a Doctorite in Psychology. I'll have more free reign in private practice, and probably more clients and a better income then. The only problem is that it's 4 more years, and who the heck knows how much more money at $900 a credit.
Speaking of private practice, has anyone seen that show on HBO? I really want to, but I don't think I have HBO....that'd require me hooking up the cable into my tv which I'm MUCH too lazy to do.
All in all, things are pretty much on the up slope. Only problem is that all my friends live about 40 miles to the north. That's a lot of gas used, and I feel like it's my duty as an Earthling to use gas sparingly so maybe that'll encourage me to make friends down here.
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| Wednesday, March 5th, 2008
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5:28 pm - i'm rocking you the WHOLE time!
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Hello fellow blurtiers.
I just got the test results back from my first midterm in psychopathology....it's not my first midterm of grad school, but the other one hardly counts because it was such a joke.
and the score is....(drum roll)........99%!! actually i'm quite frustrated with myself for not getting 100%, but the teacher is deliberating on giving everyone full credit for this one question 1/2 the class got wrong. so if she does that i'll get 100.
it's funny because i'm listening around to people's conversations (currently in said class), and people are like "oh my gosh, the test was so hard! no fair!" it makes me laugh to think i was scared to get into school. and slightly embarrassed to think that i go to grad school with these dummies.
in other news, the people i babysit for don't need me anymore because their business ventures didn't work out as planned. kinda sucks since that was my cash flow for the week, but at the same time i didn't enjoy the kid THAT much. he kind of annoyed me, actually.
So I applied at Disney (internet group to be exact), for a position similar to Michelle's, and I've already had 2 interviews, and have my final one on Monday. Michelle says she thinks I'll get the job bc they like her a lot, so they'll take her advice. The funny part is, she might be in the interview with me! I won't be able to keep a straight face! They don't actually know how good of friends we are. They think we were more colleagues at Disney World...oh well.
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| Wednesday, February 20th, 2008
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11:24 am - flim flam man.
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Have you ever been in a situation where you later find out you completely had the wrong idea? It's so humiliating that you don't even know what to say. But at the same time it's hillarious because you know you always make fun of those people because it's actually a really funny thing...so you can see the humor in it, but you more or less are just laughing out of shock.
Last night I found out that for the past seven weeks me and Paul have been going out, we haven't actually been "going out." He has never considered us to be together. I find this EXTREMELY weird, personally, but he thought it was very weird that I thought we were together. I guess I sort of just assume that when you spend like every day together and you tell someone you love them that you're sort of going out...maybe he sees that a little different. Also, I guess when I've said stuff to his roommate like "tell my robotic boyfriend to text me back" and don't get corrected on the gross misuse of the word "boyfriend", I just assume that I am correct in my line of thought. Or when his new business partner invites him and his "girlfriend" to Las Vegas to check out his business there, and nothing is corrected or talked about later, the assumption would be correct. Or not.
I feel like someone just told me the sky is green. No one ever really talks about how the sky is blue, you just assume that everyone knows. Maybe a comment here and there is said like "wow, the sky looks sooo blue today!", and no one corrects you, so you continue thinking that the sky is blue. Then the next morning you wake up and look out the window to a glaringly obvious green sky. You hate the sun for showing off the green sky. You hate the clouds for parting and letting the green sky be shown. And most of all, you hate California for being so damn sunny. And why did everyone let you continue thinking the sky was blue all this time? Why didn't anyone take you aside and say "umm...Erica...the sky is actually green. You might want to rethink you life plan..."
Apparently his roommates were wondering why I act like his girlfriend. I am personally wondering why he would buy some random girl he occassionally goes on dates with a toothbrush to keep at his house. Or why would he make plans to go on vacation with just some girl he is sort of dating? Or how about the fact that he talks in "we's"...as in "I wonder how long it would take us to make enough money for me to retire..."
How can someone go for seven weeks thinking they're in a relationship while the other person is under the impression they aren't? Is it normal for me to be totally pissed right now? I really feel like I've been strung along. The funny thing is, is that he still wants to hang out with me. The reason he gets scared and backs off is because it's just assumed that we're going to hang out, and he wants to be able to ask me out. Which is slightly strange because he told me that he hates going on "official" dates. I'm ok with hanging out with him casually beacuse we always have a lot of fun together....but how am I supposed to just act normal after this? Maybe it's a good thing, and the fact that I pretty much can't get more embarassed will help me be more comfortable around him. What do I have to lose?
Right now I'm pretty much starting my life over again in California since the last two months have been a total fraud....so I'm pretty much at square one. I have no friends...one best friend lives an hour away...the other best friend doesn't want me to call him (i have since deleted his number so i don't do anything stupid)...my roommate is a total enigma and more of a business partner...i work with a five year old boy...and i'm pretty sure my ward is actually a part of the reorganized church, not the regular mormon church. i bought a book on monday called "this is not the life i ordered" (as well as two books on why guys don't commit....) and i'm pretty sure that'll be my scripture for the next little bit.
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| Sunday, February 10th, 2008
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9:02 pm - my new life....
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Trying to keep it short because if you're all anything like me, you don't like to read long entries. Ok, I know none of you are anything like that, but I'll still keep it short and sweet.
I finally got my room mostly done. I don't live out of boxes anymore, and I mostly don't live wtih miniature furniture. I turned my "bed" back to futon state and bought a real bed from my friend. He charged me a pretty penny for it, but I think it's worth it (so far it's cost $40 an hour to sleep in it). so this is how I paid him for it:
it makes me feel rich to know those are all $20 bills on his mirror.
and secondly, the boyfriend:
now, tell me if i'm crazy, but does he not look like the good looking guy from nip/tuck?
i won't go in to details about our stupid relationship, because frankly, i'm sick of talking about it. i'm gonna go read "date like a man" now.
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| Tuesday, January 15th, 2008
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6:38 pm - my happy home
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So I officially live in Los Angeles. Well, I have for over a week now, but I can't get my computer to connect to the internet at home, so I've had to wait to post pictures of it till now (on campus). Sorry that I don't have them hidden, but I want everyone to be able to see them with the explanation, so if it's taking up too much room on your friends page, then furiously write more entries to help each other out.
this is in my bedroom agaist the wall opposite my bed. these are the things i can't unpack because my walls are cement, so i can't put any nails in them. annoying! i get to live out of boxes for the next undetermined amount of time!
this is my entertainment center. it is the only outlet in my entire room, so i actually have to unplug things regularly to keep it going. i'm going to borrow a power strip from paul (look for future blurty entries to find out about him), but i haven't gotten around to it yet. so until then, i can only have 2 things going at once.
my vanity! the mirror is actually leaned against the wall because i can't hang it up, and the suitcase holds all my hair products. my makeup is generally spewed across the little floor space in that area.
Shoddy craftsmanship! I had to put together this dresser on my own, and it didn't work out so well. At least the drawers open and close and I can keep tons of clothes in it. If you need a big dresser, I recommend the Aneboda from Ikea, however don't put heavy stuff in it because the bottom is like a thin piece of cardboard.
my bed! to the untrained eye it might look like i'm sleeping on the floor. i am not. it is a futon from ikea, and it is approximately three inches off the floor. and yes, it is as, if not more, uncomfortable then it looks. at least i have fancy pillows to make it softer. (notice the picture frames lining the walls)
my porch! it's kind of an old spanish style duplex...so you really only need to see this side...picture in your mind this side but opposite, and you've got the whole house.
i had to put this picture up because i have a white picket fence! who knew 2 block away from santa monica blvd were white picket fences.
this is the living room. nothing in here is mine, which sort of makes me feel like i'm invading someone's house.
dining room...more like a breakfast nook, but it's the best we can do.
the kitchen. it's pretty skinny, but we're not very big girls.
non-coin operated washer and dryer! i have yet to actually use it due to lack of laundry detergent, but when i do i will jump for joy.
and that is that. i love the location of where i live. it's amazing. it's less then a mile from 405 (or THE 405 as they say), and 2 blocks south of santa monica boulevard. the best thing in the entire world is driving down santa monica blvd at like 2 in the morning when all the lights are still on, but no one is on the road. it's amazing! it's like you know there's people out there but you're completely alone. it seems like a very safe area too. i've never encountered anything creepy looking, and across the street are extremely nice condos. if only my walls were walls and not cement it would be perfect...
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| Saturday, December 15th, 2007
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5:05 pm - bad news at work.
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I have to complain like I've never complained before. I am about to scream and punch my boss, Charles Jesse, in the face.
I turned in my letter of resignation the first Monday of November, stating that my last day of work would be December 3rd. I gave 4 weeks notice, not to mention the fact that I found out a month before that I would be going to Pepperdine, so they in fact had 8 weeks notice to find a replacement for me. Did they? No. Did Charles beg me to stay? Yes.
I feel like I was totally being manipulated, too. I was in California on the 3rd, in a very stressful situation trying to find an apartment, all the while working on my billing at every possible second. It is such a complicated process that they change pretty much every month that it takes well over 8 hours to complete. By Tuesday (when I am currently no longer employed by them), it is still not complete, so I emailed Charles everything I had done, which was everything they need in order to get paid...the rest was just progress notes that are for effect.
Charles asked me to come in when I got back from California and work with some clients until the replacement started (supposedly she was supposed to start the Monday after I got back), but I said no (surprisingly enough), because I gave my notice and I knew I would be extremely busy trying to find an apartment and move, not to mention the fact that I have 3 weeks left with my family (now only 2 weeks), so I want to spend as much time with them as possible.
He finally talked me in to working one day with my replacement to train her and introduce her to all of my clients. I hadn't heard from him by Thursday, and I was supposed to go in on Friday to train her, so I emailed him and asked if he still needed me. He said she quit 2 days before, and could I come in anyway and do some billing? HELL NO! I DON'T FREAKIN WORK THERE ANYMORE! I didn't say that, I just didn't respond. I am done with them...so I thought.
Last Friday I asked Chelsea (a friend I used to work with) to sign my time sheet for me, and mark of Tuesday through Friday of the last week, since i didn't work those days (I'm trying to be honest, even though they've screwed me out of about $1000 the past few months). She went in Friday morning to sign it, but couldn't find it. She asked Charles if he had seen it, and he said he signed it for me and turned it in...ok, whatever. I definitely didn't give him permission to do that, but as long as it works out it's ok with me.
Well it hasn't worked out. I made a point of checking my online banking to make sure I got paid for the correct amount of days (and be sure not to complain if I happened to get paid for the days I didn't work). I logged on today, and what did I see? My last deposit was on Wednesday in an amount of $50, which was a check from Grandpa. The deposit before that was November 30th, my last paycheck. I was supposed to get paid on the 14th for the past 2 weeks and did I? NOPE! I want to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume it just hasn't posted yet, but all the other paychecks post on that Friday. It's direct deposit for crying out loud!
You better believe I sent Charles a scathing email calling him out on the fact that he signed my time sheet for me, and CC'd it to the CFO (and Chelsea since she's the witness). Could he possible get fired for something like this?
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| Thursday, November 29th, 2007
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12:24 pm - the latest photo shoot
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I've been taking the modeling world by storm! Just kidding. Turns out anyone can take professional pictures for free, it's the whole getting paid for it part that's tricky. Either way I think it's really fun, and I love it when my pictures get photoshopped and I look like I have glowy skin. haha.
( i'm a super model because I coined the term )
And in other news: I took out the lip piercing. I just got bored, and it was too annoying. It would scrape on my lower left incisor and I was scared it would scrape it in to nothingness.
I found 2 cool girls to live with in LA. They're from Minnesota (always a plus). Technically I don't know if they're cool or not...I've never met them. But I've been emailing one of them like 10 times a day about apartments and she seems really cool and funny. And that means I don't have to live by my lonesome, and my rent will only be like $600 a month!
Last, but not least: tomorrow is my last day at work!!! hopefully...my boss is trying to talk me in to working temprarily when i get back from cali this weekend, in order to train the new person. i'm thinking no, though. unless I get like $20 an hour and get to keep my benefits.
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| Thursday, November 1st, 2007
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9:51 pm - it's merman!
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oh my gosh. I just saw this picture and I didn't even know it was me at first! Well, at first glance it's not me, it's The Russian (I forgot his name), but I'm in there. This was a photo shoot for an Aveda contest and I haven't seen any of the pictures yet, because my stylist doesn't know if she won or not...apparently they told me she can't give me the pictures until she finds out...but she can put them on myspace where I can steal them.
This picture makes me so happy! I love that my favorite picture came from an amateur photographer. Speaking of photoshoots, I did one yesterday at Salt Water State Park...the park that's always cloudy...and it was 45 degrees out!! I was in the water!! The pictures better be good. When I got done I was so cold I couldn't turn my car on, or hold a pen to sign the release form. It was insane. I think I took a shower on the hottest setting possible for like an hour. I was amazed when I woke up in the middle of the night and my feet were hot.
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| Tuesday, October 9th, 2007
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8:15 pm - I don't want to ruin the surprise...so read on.
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So my life's stress as of late has consisted of what my future holds for me. It was totally up in the air, based solely upon the decision of a few faculty at Pepperdine University. I thought I had a good shot of getting in, but I felt like I needed a backup plan. But nothing came to me! I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do besides go to Pepperdine University for Marriage and Family Therapy.
I suppose I could keep working at AtWork!. Afterall, how many businesses have an exclamation point in their name? It's gotta be special. That didn't sound very intruiging to me though, since my job satisfaction seems to be going downhill daily.
I could move to California anyway, and get a social work job there. I'm not entirely sure how I would live though, since my job equivalent there pays less, and the cost of living is more. I'm not totally sure how they justify that one. The equivalent of my treatment home job paid the same ($10.00 an hour) which would be IMPOSSIBLE to live off of in LA because it was nearly impossible in SLC.
No options, you see? And all I could do was sit around and wait for my acceptence or rejection letter. Two weeks ago today they told me they would let me know in 3-4 weeks. I've been counting down the weeks, and today I thought to myself "ok, only 1 or 2 more weeks. I can get through this without going gray." Turns out I didn't need to stress any longer. When I got home, perched nicely on the scantron box in the middle of the entry way was a large packet addressed to me from Pepperdine.
I thought it could be a good sign. How much paper could they use up telling me they don't want me? But I was still nervous...I opened the packet and the first thing I saw was something about financial aid, so I thought "Dang it, they need to stop tricking me like this!!" also also a few profanities about how I already filled out my FAFSA, so stop bugging me. But then I saw the letter. They are excited to let me know I have been accepted to the Clinical Psychology with an emphasis in Marriage and Family Therapy for spring semester 20081 (typo I'm guessing...or I have a LONG time to wait).
YYYAAAAAAYYY!!!! I am seriously in shock that I'm going to graduate school!! All of my dreams are coming true!! Strange how my dreams revolve around going to school and not having a boyfriend or getting married like most girls....oh well. Why does that matter as long as I'm doing what I love?
Now the trick is coming up with $50,000 for tuition....and then living expenses. Crap, I'm gonna be in debt forever! Oh well, at least I'll be happy.
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| Saturday, September 22nd, 2007
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3:36 pm - model mayhem.
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| Tuesday, September 18th, 2007
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2:15 pm - This is what a tool looks like.
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| Wednesday, September 5th, 2007
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4:21 pm - FYI
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Just so everyone is quite clear on this: I AM NOT MOVING TO CALIFORNIA BECAUSE OF DICK NIXON. People keep saying "be careful, you might get hurt." How am I going to get hurt if he doesn't have anything to do with my decision? If he did, I would have decided not to move there when things got weird and dramatic like a month ago, however if you will notice, that is when I scheduled my time to go to Pepperdine to meet the people there, and turn in my application. However, that too was just a coincidence and not based upon the fact that he semi-stopped talking to me around then. I just realized now, in fact, that it happened around the same time. I believe in coincidences and this is one of them.
It honestly never occured to me that he would have anything to do with my decision about moving there until people started accusing me of it. And frankly, it's a little annoying. I would hope you all know me a little better then to think that I would move somewhere because of a guy. Yeah, I can be shallow. Yeah, I can be obsessed with guys. But I'm not a freak, and I DEFINITELY am not holding out hope for someone who I've nicknamed "Dick".
If things work out with Dick, that's awesome. He's an awesome guy, but he's also a dick head. I am going there next week and I don't even want to see him. I know I will because he's in Michelle's ward, but I refuse to call him, and I might not even answer if he calls/texts me. I'm not gonna lie and say I don't like him, because it's obvious I do, but if I were moving there because of him, why would I not want to see him when I go there? Who knows.
Ok, I'm done. So you all should be done accusing me of moving there for the wrong intentions. Thanks.
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| Friday, August 31st, 2007
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10:19 pm - String of Luck
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First things first, I changed my lip ring to a semi-small pink diamond. Not so horrifying anymore. But then again I didn't think the lip ring was horrifying. Just horrifying enough to get "politely" discouraged from going to Family Home Evening or other church-related activities. I would post a picture but I haven't one recently due to my monthly cycle making me feel like poo.
And the good news: I'M A MODEL! My friends convinced me to try out for America's Next Top Model a couple of weeks ago, and that didn't work out but it made me realize my supressed dream of being a model. I always thought of Jennette as the model, so I never really thought about it more. And I was extremely sensitive about criticism, but thanks to intense psycho-therapy I can handle criticism regarding my looks, and most things actually.
So I applied to be sponsered by Coach Models and they approved me! I sort of think they approve anyone, but they're advertising me well. I'm on the front page of the Washington page: http://coachmodels.com/Modelagency-Models-Washington.htm
I have good pictures (thanks to Jennette) but apparently the "underwear" shot (aka swimsuit) is a little scary (according to Heather), but I do need professional pictures. The good thing is Coach Models has a lot of partner photographers and they do TFCD's, which I think means free shoots on a cd that they can put in their portoflio and I can use as well...I haven't figured it all out yet, but I've contacted a few photographers. What I really want to do is find an amateur photographer that needs to build up their portfolio so we can both get some experience. So if anyone knows of one let me know and I'll call them...this new cocktail of drugs I'm on makes me unbelievably outgoing (and probably has something to do with my new-found self esteem). It's amazing (Wellbutrin XL 300mg, Lexapro 10mg, Propanolol 5mg, and Klonipin 1mg in case anyone wants to request it).
So last night I auditioned for the Seattle International Fashion Week and I think I did really well. It was only my second audition ever, so really I'm not sure how it went, but out of the people that went before me, I was the only one not asked to do the runway walk again. And there was a photographer there to take pictures of the auditionees after their walk, and I watched the photographer take a lot of pictures, and I was the only one he introduced himself to and he said "good job" to me. So I'd say that's a good sign. Besides only about 60 people auditioned, and it's for a "huge" fashion show (I saw huge in quotes because I have no idea how big it really will be). I'll find out September 6th or 7th, so I'll keep you all posted. Maybe it's my string of good luck lately, but I feel confident about it.
In other news: I got my first job for a client! YAY! And, I'm going to California (again...I'm addicted, but have decided NOT to see Dick Nixon) on September 13-16 to go to a meeting at Pepperdine and will turn in my application in person while I am there to the admissions director. Good idea, no? I had my boss write a letter of recommendation for me and holy crap it was amazing. he said I was in the top 2% in every category and STRONGLY recommended me for the program. I'll find out beginning of October probably.
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| Wednesday, August 15th, 2007
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2:47 pm - my impulsive habbits
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work sucks, just thought i'd throw that out there. we had a very contentious meeting today, and i found out i have to bill for 200 hours this month which is double what i've had to bill for in the past. so because of that i just sort of lose all interest in work and get unmotivated, then update the blurty!
not only has worked sucked lately, but so have the boys (two topics i said i would talk about). there was this guy who hit on me at a gym that i took a client to to get a tour. his name is tony, and he called me ALL the time, and asked me out ALL the time, and was almost obnoxious about it. so i hung out with him on friday night and it was soooo awesome! he's seriously a way cool guy. sooo wasn't expecting that. we made plans to hang out on saturday, and he said he would call me, or i should call him, either way. so i called him saturday and he never called me back (biggest pet peeve). so i texted him on sunday and was like "you suck" (not really, but trying to keep it short). he called me after he got that and said he's now dating someone, and he was out with her on saturday night.
then there's dick nixon. i went to california the last weekend of july and saw him and it was even greater then friday night with tony. it was AMAZING. no joke. i'm totally in love with him. he said he would fly me out to visit too....then he stopped talking to me. AARRRGGHHH.
why can't guys just be honest and tell the truth? well, i was pretty miserable after all this happened around the same time, especially because i decided to give dating another chance. previously i had decided to not date anymore, but i somehow got talked in to dating again, and this happens!
so i needed to do something to make me happy. something for me, ya know? screw those guys. so i got my lip pierced. haha. i was expecting to get a tiny little rhinestone or something, but i guess you can't get it pierced with that, so he put a ginormous hoop in it and i have to keep it like that for 5 weeks! hahah. it's so ridiculous.
this was also the night before my america's next top model audition, so that's why the pics are all modely..haha
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| Tuesday, July 17th, 2007
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4:17 pm - the bain of my existance
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Seeing as though I am a twenty-something single woman, I will be honest with myself and admit that most of my conversations revolve around work and dating. My last entry was about work, so this entry will be about dating...I'll try to keep it nice and equal. I apologize to all you smug marrieds out there (not so smug, but we're sticking with Bridget Jones lingo for now) for having to put up with dating pratter (GRE vocab word), but it unfortunately happens to be a big part of my life.
You might remember a fellow named Nick Dixon, or more commonly referred to as Dick Nixon. I went on a date with him in California in May. In June he began texting me, and soon we had a semi-serious texting relationship developing. If you think that's bad, they get engaged via text in Iran. For some reason Dick just stopped texting me. I was a little annoyed, but erased his number out of my phone like any respectable young woman would do. When I was in Utah over the 4th and had no service he texted me twice, seeming a little annoyed that I didn't get back to him right away. Strange...so I thought "well, maybe he got his ducks in order and he's ready for a serious texting relationship." So I put his number back in the phone and started it up again. Believe it or not, he stopped texting me again!
Today as I was gchatting Michelle, she told me that the reason he is probably doing that is because he is back together with his ex girlfriend!! rrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!(sound of a record coming to a screeching halt). I wasn't going to say anything, because I decided I was done with him. But I couldn't not! I'm not going to let someone be a total jerk to me and get away with it. So I texted him: "you could have just told me you were back with your girlfriend. it would've saved me from looking like an idiot and you from being a total ass." Seconds later (fastest response I've gotten in a while) he said (I'm writing it word for word, so the bad grammar is his, not mine): "I wasn't back with her. We were hanging out and stuff probably two times a week but we weren't back together. Looks like you got bad information. Sweet acusation though. If you meant that we were back together because we went to vegas or out to dinner a few times then you're wrong. She is moving and yeah We have been hanging out but I have hung out with other people too. Geeze just talk to me before accusing me beacuse I don't know how anyone could know what's Going on with it if I don't even know." Then while I was texting him he sent: "Are you seriously mad?" I said: "I was telling Michelle that you randomly stop talking to me and it gets a little annoying and she said it probably has something to do with you hanging out with your girlfriend a lot. I'm just trying to make sense of all this fickleness because I'm not a big fan of being led on. And I guess I just assumed hanging out with your ex gf a lot meant you were together since that's generally what it means."
Can we please focus on when he said "If you meant that we were back together because we went to vegas or out to dinner a few times then you're wrong."!!!! Yeah, just because you hang out all the time, take her on dates, and jaunting off to Vegas, I do assume you're DATING.
Now that I've vented about horribly immature, stupid guys, I'd like to talk about my cute, shy, nervous, and very sweet doctor. I have yet another ganglian cyst in my finger (which turns out is a blessing in disguise since I have Dr. Summerfield to operate on me), so I went to the doc today to get it checked out and a date scheduled for surgery. I had this doc three years ago when I got a different one removed, so I remembered he was cute. I always sit on the beds in doctor's offices because I feel more like a patient that way. I don't know if you're supposed to do that or not because there are chairs too. So he came and sat on the bed next to me (not allowed at BYU!) and started fondeling my hand...ok, he was just examining it. But he was very gentle. And he has this nervous stutter (maybe it's an all the time stutter, but I like to think it's his nervous reaction to my amazing beauty), and he tries to make small talk which is so hillarious. He was half way out the door to get his nurse to schedule an appointment for surgery when he turned around and goes "so are you in college?" I said "no, I actually graduated." Which always gets the response of "oh, are you working now?" I could tell he was struggling a bit, so I got more specific about the location. It felt like a Ben-Barker-with-the-cookies situation back in December '00. (whhooaaa, whooaaa!!)
So I have a date with my doctor next Thursday. It's gonna be a little formal though...and unfortunately there will be a lot of other people there, so there won't be a lot of alone time for us. But maybe he'll take me aside and explain the medical procedure to me again...while gently caressing my hand. (yes, if that happens I will consider us having held hands).
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| Saturday, June 16th, 2007
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9:41 am - a sad day at the humane society
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So I went to go get Esmerelda yesterday and she was gone!! She got adopted the day before. Wimbly's soul mate is gone....and so was my second choice T.J. So I looked around for some other ones, and they were cute (obviously), but no one compared to Esmerelda.
One of them was Eva. She was REALLY pretty. I normally don't like torties (namely, Squishy) but this one was really pretty and soft. She wouldn't get out of this little kitty condo house (the same one Wimbly has for those of you who've seen it), but she was still very friendly and would let us pet her a lot. I was really interested in her, so one of the volunteers somehow got her out of there, but she was sooo nervous the whole time. And very frail, it made me kind of sad. When I finally put her down she ran to her little condo.
The other one was Sasha. She was this really playful black/tan/brown tabby who looked like a kitten but she was 3 years old. She was very playful, but would cuddle with me too. And she was in love with this GIANT orange tabby who lived in the same room. They kept touching noses, and when the orange tabby laid down on the bed, Sasha snuggled with him. So I figured Sasha would be a good match for Wimbly since I often caught him being snuggly with Squishy and Star.
But I still wanted to think about it because I had the memory of Esmerelda the Perfect stuck in my head. I was thinking I could go back today if I decided on one, so I just went on seattlehumane.org to post pictures of them, and they're both gone!!! Holy crap cats are a hot commodity here!
I might go to PAWS sometime, but I think I'm going to give up the search for now. I just wouldn't be able to handle getting another cat if it wasn't compatible with Sir Wimbleford.
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| Wednesday, June 13th, 2007
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8:21 pm - wimbly's future spouse
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I think I found Wimbly's soul mate. Her name is Esmerelda (not my choice), she's gray, very petite and 8 years old (I taught him to like the older women), and suuuuper snuggly. I would have gotten her today, but she's $60, so I going to go back on Saturday and if she's still there then I'm going to get her.
Oh my goodness. I was just on imdb.com looking up fraggle rock, to find new cat names, and I discovered that there's a fraggle named Mokey. Who cares, right? There was a cat that lived with Esmerelda named Mokey!!! Maybe I should get that one. (S)he is very cute too. Light tannish-orange, bigger then wimbly, and it was just chillin on the floor the whole time. I don't think it would be as compatible with Wimbly though....maybe I can change Esmerelda's name to Mokey.
I found pictures on the website!
( esmerelda )
( mokey )
and here's the website for esmerelda to read about her: http://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=8411562 and mokey to read about it(?) http://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=8620622
I guess you could've just seen the pictures on the website, but in case you're not interested in going there. I don't know why you wouldn't be though. I mean you might find a kitty for yourself! And fyi: the humane society isn't as depressing as everyone says it is. There are some cats in cages, but they're pretty big cages-it's a lot better conditions then any pet store i've seen. and the friendly cats are in a big room with a few other kitties. there's where mokey and esmerelda were-the library.
the humane society also has this program where you foster cats, which i might do. apparently they're desperate for people to help out, so if i can't buy one of them i'll just foster for a while. wimbly needs a playmate.
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| Thursday, June 7th, 2007
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2:02 pm - why are people so scared of spiders?
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So I got pulled over this morning. Not a big deal, I was in fact speeding. It's just annoying because the road seems to be more of a 50mph road, not a 35mph. The officer was nice enough, and gave me 10 over instead of 15 over like I was going, but after he gave me the ticket and was leaving he goes "I hope you have a better day." I wasn't really having a bad day to begin with. And he's definitly not important enough to ruin my day.
Yesterday there was a spider infestation in my bathroom. It was an all out war between me and my mom against the spiders. I was taking a shower and noticed one on the ledge above the shower, but it wasn't moving. So I'm thinking "ok, we can live peacefully together as long as neither one of us bothers each other." Then he started to move. He ruined the deal! So I screamed, and threw on a towel and my mom came in to kill it, along with killing another spider while she was at it. So I was thinking after she left "that would be so gross if there was a spider in the towel that I just put on." So I went to adjust my towel, and in the mirror I saw a huge spider in it! On the me-side of the towel!! It was touching me, and doing who knows what else to my back side! So I screamed once again, threw the towel down, put another one on (this time shook it out to make sure), and my mom came running in again. She came in the bathroom, closed the door (I was waiting outside in the laundry room) and all I heard was this banging, and a bit of squeeling, then she rushed out with a huge pile of towels in her hands saying she got it.
I'm just a little paranoid using my bathroom now, though. Bugs hiding in towels that are hung up is definitly against the rules. I can understand if it goes in one that's laying on the ground, but I take the time to hang my towels up to dry, it should take the time to find another nesting spot.
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| Saturday, June 2nd, 2007
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12:30 pm - I need an analrapist.
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I keep having these nightmares I'm getting married. I know, that sounds weird that they're nightmares, but seriously. They make me want to freak out.
A couple of months ago I had a dream I was marrying Tom's friend James. James was making the invitations and sending them out when I was like "oh crap, the invitations are sent out, I have to marry him now." In my dream I didn't even know him any better then I do now (minus the fact that he's married and has a kid). I don't remember if I got out of this one or not, but I REALLY wanted to.
Then last night I had a dream I was visiting the Portland State University campus with my friend (who, in real life, is going there to get her MSW in the fall), and I met this guy. I don't think it was even two weeks later and we were getting married. The day before, or maybe just a couple of hours before the wedding I said to my friend "is it too late to back out?" She assured me it wasn't, so rest assured I got the heck out of there.
Every time I have these dreams I get in panic mode...mostly during the dream, but sometimes it lasts even after I wake up. What is this supposed to mean? Besides the fact that I don't want to get married now. Anyone would panic if they had to marry someone they didn't know, so why do I need a dream to tell me this?
I feel like the runaway bride. It's so strange. Someone analyze it please.
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