pick me up

sometimes all you need for a pick me up is Athena Cage's All Or Nothing.

Now if only I could find me a Derek Reynolds/Sean Patrick Thomas.

What If?

The other day I got lost in the "what if's" of my life. What if I had done this? What if I wouldn't have done that? Thinking about all the things in my life I would go back and change....if I could. [mostly likely brought on by the upcoming 10 year high school reunion.] There were so many things that I wish I would have done differently.

Later that night I went out with my older sister and her friends from high school. They started reminiscing about years past. Apparently in one of their recent get togethers, they decided to play the "What If" game. Basically in the game, you say the one thing that you would go back and change. For one of my sister's friends it had been going to law school (she is currently counting the days until she can get out of being a lawyer.) Apparently when it was my sister's turn she ruined the game by bringing up the whole "if we changed anything, then we wouldn't be here now."

Very sage advice. Although, I sometimes question whether or not this is where I want to be. But while there are still somethings I think I'd like to change, certain people I'd kind of like to erase from my mind, I don't know that I could really change all that much without affecting some of the good in my life.

I'd like to go back and have a better relationship with my sister, but then my nephew may not be here. And he's probably the best thing in my life. The one thing that will always bring a smile to my face...and some tears (I miss him bunches and can't believe how fast he is growing up) but tears with a smile.

Spending 4 years on a degree I have no use of now, seems like a waste of time and money...but then again, I met some of my best friends during those years. People I know that I can call anytime if I need them. People who I can call crying because the book I read was really sad. :)

A year and a half in Texas only to move back home. But it got my other sisters down there, and they seem truly happy. I think they may have found their place.

Two years in graduate school, for a degree that is not assisting the least bit in procuring viable employment. But again, met some really great people. A true friend who will help me plot out how to get my secret celebrity crush to fall in love with me. Those kind of friends only come around once in a life time. :)

One year at a job I truly hated and that contributed to my suicidal thoughts...well, don't know that I've come up with anything good out of that one yet. I suppose at sometime when I move past the depression, it will teach me to appreciate not being suicidal...I don't know. I suppose I need a bit more time with that one. Things always look better in hindsite. Unfortunately I haven't gone far enough where I can look upon that time and see the full picture.

I was thinking the other day about my decision to come out here. Whether or not it was a good decision. Whether or not I should stick it out or just go home. I have begun to think that my whole "purpose" in coming out here may have been to get my other sister out here.

If my past is any track record, then she'll move out here and her life will fall into place. She be at home here. I'll move back. Probably back to the old college town. Probably pay big bucks I can't afford and go get a PHD in some field totally unrelated to either of my other degrees. Meet some really great friends, and then move away and start the whole cycle over again. Great fun.

Who knows what the future holds. I guess all we can do is wait and see.

hmm....

So yesterday I pulled out my tarot cards. I just did it kind of for fun. I was looking through the cards and came across sickness/illness and bad news. I didn't think that would really happen. And didn't really give it much thought. Then later I was talking to my mom and she told me that a family friend's cancer had come back. She's going through chemo and stuff now.

It's sad. Mom told me to send her an email (people seem to enjoy my emails). So this morning I got up and worked on the email. I basically just cut and pasted from my blogs. I also updated some more information. It turned into a pretty long email. I ended up sending it to quite a few people. Thought others may be interested in what I've been up to of late. Not much really.

So that's about it. No dreams of ROUS's last night. [ROUS look more like over grown possums. Cabybara's look more like overgrown guinea pigs or something.)

ha ha ha....

So, in an attempt to kill time on the internet, I decided to check out my horoscopes on yahoo. (horoscopes for just about everything: general, love, career) I found a couple of them to be rather interesting. One for reasons that would require lots of explanation. The other....

"Someone's trying to set you up -- maybe a parent or some other older relative. If your instinct is to flee, try instead to stand your ground and see how it goes. Sometimes good intentions pave the stairway to heaven. "

I was talking to my sis today (older sis) and she was telling me that this guy friend of hers is going to be at this party we're going to this evening. It seemed a little strange when she brought it up and I was just like "uh, okay". I thought maybe she was telling me because I've actually met him before (once about 11 years ago. I thought he was totally hot. Then again a week or so after I moved here.). So when I read the horoscope, I just had to laugh.

strange dreams

so I had some very strange dreams last night. The first one I was at home (where I grew up not where I live now) and I went to my bedroom. It was filled with boxes and looked more like a storage area. I tried to turn on the lights using the light switch by the door, but it didn't work, so I walked into the room and tried to turn it on one of the other walls. Then these animals came out. First was a Capybara [for those of you who have no idea what a capybara is, it's a very large rodent. "The capybara is the largest rodent in the world. It weighs about 100 pounds and stands two feet tall at the shoulder. " http://www.stlzoo.org/animals/abouttheanimals/mammals/rodents/capybara.htm] Then there was a woodchuck/ground hog type creature, and something else. I tried to...I think I was trying to kill it, but I was beating it over the head with something (it may have been a box). The creature just turned and looked at me. It gave me a look like "what ARE you doing? That hurt, and it's not going to kill me you big dummy."

It was quite disturbing. First of all rodents of any type kind of freak me out. Well, that's not just limited to rodents. And second, I was freaked out in the dream and that just kind of carried over to real life. It actually woke me up. The other disturbing thing is who dreams of capybaras??? Maybe if I lived in South America where they live and I saw them or they were part of the natural wildlife. But they are not natural to the local wildlife. The last time I saw one was when I was at a zoo, and I have no idea how long ago that was!

After waking up from that dream I went back to sleep and had a few other strange dreams. I don't remember them as well at the moment, but needless to say it was a strange night.

Daily Thoughts

Right now I'm just sort of wasting time until my phone interview today. (I have about 20 minutes.) I'm so tired though. I don't know how well it's going to go. I just couldn't sleep last night. Probably due to some anxiety about this interview and life in general. And the fact that I didn't get home until 10 last night and then had a hard time falling asleep.

What was I doing until 10 last night, you may be asking. Well, let me tell you....

Yesterday afternoon I went back to Ellicott City. Took my camera with me this time. I just walked around town for about an hour. Parked at the bottom of the hill, walked all the way up the hill, then back down the hill, and then about 1/2 way up and back. It was kind of tiring. Also brought home the fact that I am really out of shape. I don't know how well my pictures are going to turn out, but hopefully fairly well.

Then I drove to Columbia, about 20-30 minutes away, to get my sister's boyfriend. He and I went up to Baltimore. We took the first parking we came to. It was $8 an hour!!! I would have driven on, but there was no way to turn around. We were there for 3 hours and ended up paying $20. I will be looking for different parking next time I go up there. That's just freakin' outrageous!

Anyway, P. and I walked around the Inner Harbor. Again, there's something about being near the water that I like. We wandered around the Inner Harbor for a bit. I took some pictures. Then we headed over to check out the Holocaust Memorial. It was interesting. There are so many Holocaust Memorials around, and each one is so very different.

We walked over to the War Memorial building as well. We didn't go inside (it didn't appear to be open; there was someone sleeping in front of the doors). But walking there and back we got to pass the....I think it was called "the box" or something...it's this street that has strip clubs and other related stores. Apparently Baltimore has a theater that shows porn. An actual movie theater with a marquee and everything. My sister and her friend who lives there both thought it was an actual theater when they first saw it, but then after reading the movies showing realized that it was not a theater that they'd be going to.

After wandering the harbor for a few hours we left to go meet up with my sis in Canton. Canton square is a nice little area. There is a little park in the middle and on two sides there are restaurants and bars. One side has a church and across from the church is some other building, that looks like it used to be a firestation or something. My sister, her boyfriend and I grabbed an appetizer at one of the restaurants. The her friend came and we headed to a different restaurant for dinner. Good food.

Then R. took us over to her place so we could check it out. Her and her husband bought this row house in Canton [one of Baltimore's neighborhoods]. It's really cute, and surprisingly large. The houses are long and narrow. From the outside you would not think that they are very big, but they are. And their house had a lot of storage. It was cute.

So we headed home around 9 and it's about an hours drive. And luckily I made it home with less than a 1/4 tank of gas. I meant to get gas in Baltimore, but forgot until I was already on the interstate.

All in all it was a good day, just very tiring. I'll probably try and take a nap today. Well must go.

Stupid DSL

so I found this job that I thought would be great. HR Assistant - which is kind of what I'm looking for - and it's for the FBI. How cool would it be to say that you worked for the FBI. Probably not that cool once you work there, but you know, as an outsider it seems cool. At least most people know what the FBI is, which is more than I can say for my last job.

So, I started applying to the position. Unfortunately applying to government jobs takes a long time. It's not just, "here's my resume, give me a call". No there are a whole bunch of questions you have to answer about your experience and stuff. Which is fine. Whatever. But I was on like page 6 or 7 or something of who knows how many pages, when the DSL cut out. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!! So now I'll have to start all over. It's so frustrating!

So instead I decided to by myself an MP3 player. So now I'm off to pick it up. Fun times.

Travels

so the other day I decided to take a little trip. Drove over to Annapolis. I felt the need to go see the water. Now the Chesapeake is probably not as magnificent as the ocean, but it's still beautiful. Something about the water...I don't know, it just...brings a sense of peace to me. I don't like being ON the water. Just next to it. I think it's related to my sign. Being Aquarius ~ an air sign, but yet the water bearer.

Anyway. I like Annapolis. All the row houses right off the water. Now they house shops and businesses. One restaurant/bar has been there since 17--something. It's just strange to think of all the people who have passed before us in that very spot. And having the naval acadamy right there doesn't hurt the scenery any either. :)

I took some pictures. Not as many as I probably should have. I have to work on that. I need to work on moving up to digital. the results are much more instantaneous. I'm looking forward to seeing how they turn out. Depending on how they turn out, I'll probably try and put some of them in my room. Try to bring that feeling of peace into my living space.

After Annapolis, I headed north. I thought about going to Baltimore, but did not know where public parking would be. I had a hard time finding some parking in Annapolis. I tried to go to the visitor center, but that parking garage was full. As were some of the others I passed. I finally found an open metered space, but did not have enough change to stay long. I also thought about driving to Delaware, a mere 2 hours away...well, Dover is 2 hours from my house. It's about an hour closer by the time I get to Annapolis. But the bridge over was a toll bridge. Wasn't sure I'd have enough so I decided to save it for another day. One where I was better prepared.

So instead I headed to Ellicott City. Historical Ellicott City. It's a fairly small section of town. It took me a while to find some free parking there (as I had NO money left for the meters). The town is set on a hill. I came in to town at the top of the hill. At the bottom of the hill is the mill. It was a major entity way back when. Most of town is shops and restaurants. One plot on the main street is a big rock. well, more acurately it probably is part of the hill. It's huge though. About the size of a house. I like how it's there. No body got rid of it, they just built around it.

I'll probably try and go back again soon. I'm hoping one of my friends comes to visit so I can take her. It seems like a town she would like. And I'll probably drag her to Annapolis as well. :)

random musings

I was bumming around on myspace today. yes, it is a bit of an addiction, but good things can come of it as well. Have gotten in touch with some people I knew in high school many many moons ago. have also been "stalking" the boy I had a crush on in college, but we won't talk about that. Although one of his friends is pretty good looking and seems like an interesting person. but that's a story for another time.

So my sis wanted me to post some pics for her on her page, because...well, apparently she cannot do this herself. sometimes I wonder how she survives on her own. But in reading her information, I found some information out that she had not passed on. I'm kind of upset that she didn't tell me...more just upset that the only time she talks to me now is when she wants something...but rarely has time for me when I need it. I really expected her help with something, but never got it.

went to the page of one of her friends. well a mutual friend between her and another sister. reading this lady's blog I found out information about sister 2 that I didn't not know. Not surprised that this information never made it to me as sister 2 and I have....well, we're related. that's about the extent of our relationship. probably my fault, but some people just suck all my energy when I am around them, and so I try to avoid those people. I only have so much energy.

It's just interesting to me the information you can find out on the internet.

Popularity, 2

Now I'm up to double digits on my friends on my space. Still significantly lower than some of my other friends who have over 100 people marked as friends, but more than the 3 I started with. Quite a few of mine are family, so I may have to watch what I blog on there. Kind of like I do on here. [I have certain friends who I know will comment, and I know what they'll say, so I just try to avoid that on occassion. But I still love you! And tell you plenty of other stuff.]

I also got a call from one of my sister's friends. My sis [the one I live with] is in Spain this week - work, not play. So she had her friend check on me. We're going to the movies on Friday. So now I just have to figure out where the movie theater is. :) I think I know, I just need to verify. I'm looking forward to it 1) because R. is a nice person. She seems like a fun person to hang out with. and if we get along when L. is not around, then that work out well when L. heads off to Afghanastan. 2) I want to go do something, but don't know that many people, and am not good at calling up people that I only sort of know. [in fact I often find it difficult to call up people that I know fairly well.]

So, friend wise today was a good day. I even got an email from a good friend of mine. It was just about the song Supersonic, but it was nice to have some friendly email in the inbox.

Sadly nothing new on the job front. but hopefully soon.

Happy Birthday Sis!

Today is my sister's 21st birthday. Hard to believe. Part of me cannot believe that she is already 21. I remember the day she was born. She was such a cute little girl. Then she grew up. Which leads to the part of me that cannot believe that she survived to the age of 21. With all the things that have gone on in her life sometimes she seems light years older than me. Her and I don't always get along. In fact our relationship goes much better when there are a number of states in between us. In the past year or so we've been able to have some very nice phone conversations.

I was chatting with my other sister today and she told me this story about my nephew: "I told [my nephew] to tell her happy birthday and he said "where's the cake. We have to get mommy's cake from the store so we can eat it. come on." Which is probably funnier if you know him. I can totally see him saying that. He is such a goof.

Apparently, the cat thinks I am a climbing post. I was trying to fix the doorknob on the entryway door. He kept crawling on me, trying to "help" I suppose. His claws sticking me through my jeans, really not a good feeling. I finally finished the doorknow and was standing watching some tv. All of a sudden there was a cat hanging from my leg. He managed to get one claw in my bare back. It really hurt. As I was sitting here typeing this, I realized that my side was hurting. Took a look. I have about a 3 inch cat scratch down my side. Not fun, not fun.

And I thought my day was picking up. Spent about 2.5 hours at the DMV (well, it's called something else here, but basically, it's the DMV). Finally got my car registered and a new liscense. Even managed to get my plates changed when I got home.

oh well.

A forwarded email

FW: Don't leave yours lying on the desk.

There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr Christianson, a studious man who taught at a small college in the western United States. Dr. Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular institution. Every student was required to take this course his or her freshman year, regardless of his or her major.

Although Dr Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students refused to take Christianity seriously.

This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team, and was the best student in the professor's class.

One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him.

"How many push-ups can you do?"

Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."

"200? That's pretty good, Steve," Dr. Christianson said. "Do you think you could do 300?"

Steve replied, "I don't know.... I've never done 300 at a time."

"Do you think you could?" again asked Dr. Christianson.

"Well, I can try," said Steve.

"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you to do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it," said the professor.

Steve said, "Well... I think I can...yeah, I can do it"

Dr. Christianson said, "Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind."

Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room.
When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No, these weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson's class.

Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia, do you want to have one of these donuts?"

Cynthia said, "Yes."

Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?"

"Sure." Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk. Dr. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.

Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want a donut?"

Joe said, "Yes." Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?"

Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten push-ups for every person before they got their donut.

Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacking for female companionship.

When the professor asked, "Scott do you want a donut?"

Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own push-ups?"

Dr. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them."

Then Scott said, "Well, I don't want one then."

Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want?"

With perfect obedience Steve started to do ten push-ups.

Scott said, "HEY! I said I didn't want one!"

Dr. Christianson said, "Look!, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it."
And he put a donut on Scott's desk.

Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow.

Dr. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little angry. Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut?"

Sternly, Jenny said, "No."

Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten more push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?"

Steve did ten....Jenny got a donut.

By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were beginning to say "No" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks.

Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these pushups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.

Dr. Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the class, to watch Steve do each push-up to make sure he did the full ten push-ups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely.

Dr. Christianson started down the fourth row. During his class, however, some students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor realized this, he did a quick count and saw that now there were 34 students in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it.

Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next. Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set.

Steve asked Dr Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch on each one?"

Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well, they're your push-ups. You are in charge now. You can do them any way that you want." And Dr.
Christianson went on.

A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, "NO! Don't come in! Stay out!"

Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, "No, let him come."

Professor Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten push-ups for him?"

Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him a donut"

Dr. Christianson said, "Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way right now. Jason, do you want a donut?"

Jason, new to the room, hardly knew what was going on. "Yes," he said, "give me a donut."

"Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?"

Steve did ten pushups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.

Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row, and then started on those visitors seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. By this time sweat was profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy breathing; there was not a dry eye in the room.

The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, "Linda, do you want a doughnut?"

Linda said, very sadly, "No, thank you."

Professor Christianson quietly asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?"

Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow push-ups for Linda.

Then Dr Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a donut?"

Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. "Dr. Christianson, why can't I help him?"

Dr. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No, Steve has to do it alone, I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve here is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class, or offered me inferior work. Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your push-ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes."

"Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut?"

As Steve very slowly finished his last pushup, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 push-ups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

Dr. Christianson turned to the room and said. "And so it was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, plead to the Father, 'into thy hands I commend my spirit.' With the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, He yielded up His life. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten."

Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile.

"Well done, good and faithful servant," said the professor, adding "Not all sermons are preached in words."

Turning to his class, the professor said, "My wish is that you might understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He spared not only His Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all, for the whole Church, now and forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price has been paid."

"Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it lying on the desk?"

Share this with someone. It's bound to touch their heart and demonstrate Salvation in a very special way.

Update

so, I decided to take a drive and scout out this job interview tomorrow. I'm still learning the area, so I wanted to be sure I knew where I was going. I'm glad I did. Not hard, just a ways away. Now I know which ways to turn and all that.

I came back from my little trip and found I had an email from some other place I applied to. They want me to come in for an interview! So Friday I have my second interview. I don't know if I'll have time to scout out that one or not. It would probably be best if I did though.

Seems like things are kind of looking up at the moment. Hopefully it will last.

my life doesn't work this way...

Today has been a little strange. And it's only 1030.

Got a message from someone who saw my myspace site. Someone I don't know. Apparently I "seem genuinely cool". Who knew.

Then as I was flipping through the channels I got to see this show on this guy that I think is totally hot. And then as I was watching that, my phone rang...the number was a local number (no one I talk to is local). Turns out someone wants me to come in for an interview!

I'm kind of freakin' out. 1) because that's what I do. 2) I'm so out of practice doing the whole interview thing. I suck at talking to people. Making myself sound great is not something I'm very good at either. So now I get to go do both at the same time!!! UGH!!! 3) What if they offer me the job?! I don't want to a) take it just because it's offered and I fear nothing else will come my way or b) not take it and miss my only opportunity for work. 4) what if they don't offer me a job because I'm such a loser.

I know some of you are probably thinking, why don't you just go and see what happens. Well, yes, that would be ideal, but apparently you don't know me very well, do you? Also, if I freak out about it NOW, then hopefully tomorrow I can be somewhat normal about it.

I remember this one time I got a call about a job. I was at home for lunch, and needed to head back to work. Unfortunately, work did not know that I was looking for another job. (well, I think they all knew that I wasn't NOT looking for work. no one was overly surprised when I quit.) I had to tell someone - I'm horrible at keeping things to myself. So I called this guy that I was kind of seeing at the time. I'm sure he thought I was a complete nut case. LOL. Oh well. He still talks to me. So either I wasn't that crazy or he has a thing for crazy people....which, knowing him......well, that's another story.

Anyway, I'll let you know what happens. (I don't know that anyone actually reads this...well, except JC because she occassionaly comments.) So have a wonderful day. May your day be as positive as mine has been thus far. Now I'm off to go and find this place, so I have one less thing to stress about tomorrow. And I may buy myself a new cd.

Popularity

Today was a pretty good day for me. Last night one of my friends called me and we had a pretty hilarious conversation. Spent a good 20 minutes laughing. Then today I had IM conversations with 3 of friends. And it's only 3.

I always enjoy talking to my friends. Especially when they're the ones who initiate it.

The new roommate got in last night. I feel like I've been kind of anti-social. Unfortunately, it's really hard for me to move out of that stage when I don't know someone well. And I'm worried about him liking me. I mean, we're going to be sharing a house for a while, I'd like him to not hate me at least. :)

ugh!

the government stinks. I've been trying to apply to government jobs today. 2 of the ones I applied to will not let you use the resume I have on USAjobs.com. Well, actually quite a few don't use that option, but these other two use the exact same system for their resumes!!!! But of course they aren't compatible. Talk about a waste of a few hours. It's bad enough that I have to enter the same information just about everytime I apply to a job, but you'd think that the government could have one uniform system...or at least share when they use the same one!

Dreams

So my dreams of late have been a little strange. There has been a reoccuring theme of me being late. I'm supposed to be somewhere at 8, but at 7:42 I'm still at home or some where else, so not ready to go.

well...I just checked out dreammoods.com

Late To dream that you are late, denotes your fear of change and your ambivalence about seizing an opportunity. You may feel unready, unworthy, or unsupported in your current circumstances. Additionally, you may be overwhelmed or conflicted with decisions about your future.

Hmm....they may be on to something there....

Sadly they could not explain my nightmare the other night...Chuck Norris. Don't know why but I dreamed about Chuck Norris the other night. He may have been in his "Walker, Texas Ranger" mode, but really, I find Chuck Norris scary in any role.

Anyway, hope you all sleep well. ;)

Work out, part deux

So, I tried working out again. Last week bought some 5 lb weights so I could do this Glamour work out. Got up this morning to actually do it. Well....most of it. There are 10 steps; I did 9. The last one required a sturdy bench, which I did not have available at the moment. I was quite proud of myself for doing it. But I think I did something wrong. Because my back hurt the rest of the day.

I will try again on Wednesday (you're supposed to do it 3 times a week, so I figure every other day will be good.) We'll see how it goes.

I think I'm gonna cry

I had the department of motor vehicles. It really doesn't matter which state you're in, it's nothing but a big headache. Especially if you're like me and have a tendancy to procrastinate.

The steps required to try and title my car in this state. Hopefully I can get the process started tomorrow, because I think it's going to take a number of weeks. And I only have 4!!!

Why, oh, why, did I procrastinate so long??