O.M.G. List

In the past week I have:

1. Been set up on a date with a dude from work. (Hello, I'm taken?)
2. Been badgered by everyone including said dude at work pointing out his good attributes, and how I'd be good for him due to his needing a little "polishing" and the fact that I'm really good at getting people at work to do what I want. Unfortunately, this is not something that carries over to my personal life.
3. Played tattoo parlor with an 11 year old I was babysitting, and only today was able to scrub the last one off my arm.
4. It was a scorpion.
5. Listened to Colbie Calliet's cd no less than 3 times (It's very catchy/pop-y)
6. Had one girl from work practically shoot death lasers out of her eyes due to numbers 1 and 2.
7. Had headband stolen by girl from number 6.
8. Lost 7 more pounds. Go stress!
9. Made Jell-o.
10. Received one Keifer Southerland* playing card from someone to remember them by.
11. Received a couple of "The call is coming from inside your house"-style text messages.
12. Realized how disgusting I truly do find cigarette smoke. (Sorry guys) Especially when in a group.
13. Applied to one school to start finishing my education.
14. Cried over someone and called my best friend.
15. Went to the mall.
16. Saw Fred Claus (Rawr=Vince Vaughn)
17. Had my head explode a couple of times. Due to numbers 1-16.

*lol for real.

*Sigh*

This is the time of year I love the best. Bright lights and warm friendly faces, lots of family and friends to share it all with. But this year, it's all changed. Maybe not "ALL" exactly, but, my life is certainly not on the same level playing field it was last year at this time. I'm even considering not putting up my tree.

Sure, there is some Holiday cheer in me: I sing along to the (good) Christmas Carols on the radio, and today, when I donated money car-side to the motorcycle gang that was collecting money for "Needy Kids" (per their sign) my heart grew three sizes and for a fleeting moment I was teary eyed. Then I saw how crowded the store's parking lot was and got all "Bah humbug!" again. I feel like I'm just working hard to get this year over with. I so looked forward to it, and then it kicked me in the proverbial balls.

I'm feeling a little ignored. Please excuse me until this passes.

Party

Today I realized that my birthday is a scant 2 months away. In roughly 60 days I'm going to hit that age that I've looked toward with a little bit of fear, because it seemed that when my friends hit that age, they all went a little nuts. I've worried that this will happen to me, but as this whole year has made me a little nuts, I'm less worried about it making me that way too. So I've decided to embrace my 25th birthday and throw myself the biggest, most kick-ass party I've ever thrown. Everyone's invited. Young, old, and in between. The only present I want is for someone to dress up as the Kool-Aide man and bust through the party hall's door about half way through the night, scream "OH YEAH!" and jump into the pile of dancing people. BEST. PRESENT. EVER.

And yes, there WILL be alcohol. LOTS of it. I hear it calms the nuts down.

Yikes

My inbox is empty. Had email that dated back to October 8.

Now, to catch up with everything else.

Site

Stumbled upon this today and found it hilarious. Internet, meet New and Improved Stereotypes. Stereotypes, meet Internet.

Apparantly I can get drunk on candlewax.

Whoa.

My horoscope for today, which I failed to check until a few moments ago stated this:

"Although almost everything in your life seems to be going well, dear Aquarius, today you might find yourself in a bit of a panic. You might have a temporary fit of fear that it won't last. However, this is most likely due to your deepest insecurities flaring up. Don't read too much into it, and don't pay any attention to the doubts expressed by others. Believe in yourself, continue to work hard, and keep moving on ahead."

How did they know? I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm creating problems (internally) that I don't really have. How lame.

You're good astrocenter.com. Perhaps too good.

Not As Fun As It Sounds

I swear, talking to some people is like trying to walk up a quicksand hill* in stiletto heels. It's not going to get any better is it?


*yes I know that's pretty impossible.

Garbled Post

I think I failed to mention this, but, I went away for a work seminar Monday through Wednesday this week. I'm now officially certified to do my job, according to the heavy sheet of paper they gave me with my name in calligraphy on the front. I spent those three days in a luxury hotel, goofing off with people in the same boat I was (11 in all) and spending my evenings eating in my favorite restaurants and shopping at the mall. Doesn't get much better than that.

I went back to work refreshed, energized, with a new perspective, and more confident than I had been before. I feel more like I belong now, even though I've still got a long way to go in that area.

All of the ladies hugged me and told me they were glad I was back. One of the boys even came in today and saw me typing away, putting in inventory and yelled my name happily, wrapped his arm around me and gave me a huge, wet (read: gross) kiss on the cheek.

"How are you doing?" he asked propping himself up on my desk. "We've missed you."

But I'm tired. Instead of feeling refreshed, I left work today (2 hours late-making an 11.5 hour work day) creeping so slow even your Grandma was baffled. I feel like I could sleep for a whole day-but that's never going to happen.

It doesn't help that the local newspaper called me Thursday about a position I applied for a couple months ago, asking if I wanted to reapply for it. Yes. I. Do.

My mom is really confused today. She's reaching for stuff that's not even there and asking me questions/saying things at really strange times. Things like "Are you going to get it or what?" and I'll ask "Get what?" and by then she's back to her senses (I guess?) and she'll say "Oh, nothing. Never mind." and go about her business. Strange.

So, would anyone have any idea how to make a really kick ass professional writing portfolio?

Seriously? SERIOUSLY?

Actual conversation I had at some point last week at work:

JC: Don't take this the wrong way, but do you smoke weed?
Amelia: Nope. Other than an unfortunate second hand smoke incident on the bus in high school I've never been high. And never will be high.
JC: Huh...you look like the kind of person who does it a lot.
Amelia (looking down): Um...I'm wearing a cardigan? Maybe you've got "High" and "Fan of Mister Roger's" confused.

and then later:

JJ: I bet you get really wild when you let loose!
Amelia: Once, again, I'm. Wearing. A. Cardigan.


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AJ <3 BH

Today is my and HB's (HB's and my?) Meetaversary. The anniversary of when we met, 3 years ago. A lot has changed since then, but one things remains the same. No matter how crappy I'm feeling, or if he annoys me, at the end of the day, he still makes me incredibly happy. :)