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Wednesday, July 26, 200628
I turn 28 years old today.
28... 28... 28... It doesn't feel like anything special. Maybe just older. I'm definitely into my late twenties now (blah). I guess for being 28, I'm not doing too bad - minus the fact that I have no money, no job, no place to call my own, a shitty car, and these annoying 15 pounds that I can't seem to get rid of. Besides all of that, I still think I'm somewhat attractive (but trust me, I have days of hideousness), I've got a couple of good degrees, I've got wonderful family and friends who remind me everyday of how much they love me, I've got a good head on my shoulders, and a bright future. What more could a girl want? 28 isn't so bad... honest.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006"It's In The Mail"
Tomorrow is my birthday. If you haven't yet sent me my gifts, that's okay - as long as you send them. See, I love my birthday. I always pretend like "it's no big deal" but it really is. If you can see through my secret code ("it's no big deal" which really means, "I don't want to make a big deal out of it, because I don't want to come across as a narcissist, but I would LOVE for YOU to make a HUGE deal out of it because you love me) I will love you for life. And we all learned in kindergarten that: more presents = more love. Love me people. Send me presents.
Monday, July 24, 2006What's Wrong With This Picture?
"FLEX YOUR POWER
How much power do you think goes into illuminating that sign? Those hypocrites!
Friday, July 21, 2006My Crappy Day
You know how there are just those days where you never should have gotten out of bed? I had one of those today.
On the face of it, you wouldn't think it was ALL THAT bad. But it was lousy for me.
*First, the boyfriend was being unclear about the weekend plans. I hate it when that happens. Make a decision. Don't make me make the decision because a decision definitely WILL NOT be made. Just tell me where I have to be and when. I had tried to have this conversation the previous evening - but that got nowhere. He tells me to come to his house - which is 72 miles away. This isn't sooo bad, but when it is 108 degrees outside and my car has no A/C... it makes it a pain just to think about.
*Second, after I had gone downstairs to see what the boys (dad and brother) were up to, friends arrived at the house to bring over beer. This would ordinarily be okay. But at 9:30am, I look like ass - I still have sleep in my eyes and I'm not wearing a bra. GREAT.
*Third, I'm 99% sure that a job I had applied for and really wanted will not be offered to me. This was what really threw me over the edge. Actually, it launched me. Launched me into an emotional drama complete with tears, wining, whaling, and a great big pity-party. Everyone was invited to come: Dad, brother, mom (who I called at work), friend in Northern California, and the boyfriend. Turns out, nobody really likes pity-parties - but it was my party and I could cry if I wanted to.
*Fourth, while I was well into my pity-party, my dad decided that it was a FANTASTIC time to start lecturing me. This was exactly what I needed. I felt like telling him to SHOVE IT UP HIS A$$, but he's my dad and he gave me $20 earlier this week. Oh, and he's been taking me to lunch everyday this week. Oh, and he's letting me crash at his house. Oh, and he's really a great dad when he's not lecturing me.
*Fifth, I had to find other jobs to apply for. There happens to be NOTHING in the geographic region in which I'm living and those few that are available DO NOT INTEREST ME. I had to put emphasis on the end of that sentence because I don't just want any old job. I want a job that I can be totally committed to - one that motivates me, one that I like to do five days out of the week, and one that will provide childcare 10 years down the road when I'm ready to be a mom.
*Sixth, I had laundry to do. Need I say more?
*Seventh, when I finally decided to make the drive to the boyfriend's place the heat shot up 50 more degrees and the ground started to melt. With me in it. Seriously, I was melting. But at least I had the wind... right? NOOO. Instead, three cars decided to pile up on the one and only freeway that I had to take. I sat in traffic for over half in hour going nowhere. And it didn't end there! When I was only a few miles away from his house - a fire erupted on the hillside. FAN-F*CKING-TASTIC. It took me thirty-five minutes to drive one mile. I was truly melting - and breathing in smoke. Good times, good times.
*Eighth, my checking account is telling me I'm broke. I'm officially broke. School sucked away all my money and my stable income... and for what? Oh that's right, a degree. Which is not getting me a job.
*And now, as my day is coming to a close... I have the poops.
This was truly a CRAPPY day.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006Experiment
I'm trying out a new look for this blog. I will probably keep modifying it as I learn all the code. Tell me what you think...
It's been about two months since I've been out of graduate school. At some point, I need to get a job. Loans don't pay themselves off, credit card companies want their money, I want a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes, and living between the boyfriend's house and the parent's house SUCKS.
I don't know why, but I haven't really been too concerned about finding or obtaining a job... until now. Along the way I figured that a job would open up and I would be the ideal candidate. But now I'm starting to get nervous. Maybe I'm not as brilliant and desirable as I've led myself to believe. I have already started to give up hope that I will be a millionaire by age 30.
It turns out that 99% of the time, jobs and careers do not fall from the sky and land in your lap. Nope. You actually have to WORK at finding WORK. So, off to work I go. Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho...
Sunday, July 16, 2006The Very Last Woman On The Planet To Be Betrothed
It is official. My brother is engaged and that makes me the very last grandchild in the family to be planning a wedding. And I'm the second oldest. I'm slowly coming to grips with this tidbit of information. VERY SLOWLY... When I'm not coming to grips, I'm obsessing. I'm going to be 28 in 10 days and I'm still - I don't know - a KID.
Here are a few photos from the engagement party. It was a "small" affair with only close relatives.. there were about 50 people there (12 were from our side of the family).
Me and Blair sampling the chips and dip. My two favorite boys.
My dad - giving his speech to the happy couple. Blair, me, my brother's fiancee, my brother. Hotties, in all black. No, we were not in mourning.
Me and my "little" bro.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006Lady Luck