I'm dreaming of a...brown Christmas!?
The snow's all melting! :O OH MY GOD, MY DREAM'S COMING TRUE. I feel like such a Scrooge this year, because normally around Christmas time I'm all "BRING ON THE WHITE STUFF!" But this year? Every time I so much as SPOT a snowflake, I feel like screaming. I think it all has to do with the fact that I'm working full time, therefore need to drive in that crap a lot more, because yeah. Last year, when I was in college, if it snowed I would just be like "OH SNAP," and skip class. A lot harder to do for work...for whatever reason. Guess it's because it's so much more of a hassle, ahaha.
Speaking of school, I really need to get my transcripts submitted to SFU. I should do that tonight.
SO, today my mom dragged me out of bed at the ungodly hour of 7:30 to go...guess where? Pilates and Costco. UGHHHH. Jerks at Pilates changed our time from 11:00 to 9:00, and apparently when they called my mom to tell her...she told them that I wouldn't be too happy. YES, my mom tells everybody that I suffer from morning bitchiness, apparently. So, of course, when I drug my sorry ass into the studio they were all like "MORNINGGGGG~ ♥ I'M SORRY THAT WE HAD TO CHANGE THE TIME, ASHLEYYY!!!" ...
I felt like an uncoordinated what's-it-called at Pilates. I don't even know. But yeah, there was this girl gracefulllyyyyy doing these exercises on the reformer, then there was me. Apparently my pelvis is slightly misaligned and I tend to majorly favour my right side, so nearly every time we did a new exercise, the instructor would have to RE-ADJUST me. Yeah, like she'd physically come up and shift me into the position. FACEPALM. Needless to say, when she mentioned something about doing ball excercises, I quickly rolled myself off the reformer and practically ran over to the excercise balls. Then I was told that my mom was the only one who got the privilege of doing ball exercises; I was stuck on the reformer for the whole session. GUHGUHGUH.
So yeah, insert exercises with my legs up in the air and me feeling like a tool, and that was Pilates today. At least I felt all stretched-out and less grumpy after?
At least until we got to Costco, anyway. IT WAS A FREAKING ZOO. My mom and I had to like, stalk this old woman from the doorway -> her car so that we could steal her parking spot. AND THEN, when we got inside, it was every man for himself. At one point, I separated from my mom so that I could find some white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, and that was just a mistake. All of these people with shopping carts kept freaking COMING AT ME, and I couldn't find my mom. She was like...TEN FEET AWAY FROM ME, IF THAT, and I couldn't see her. It was like a bad nightmare. I think I've developed a shopping cart phobia.
You know what's really funny? Yesterday, I was reading the paper about this helipad being built at the hospital, and I felt nauseous. Apparently, after my whole experience with the helicopter tour in Maui, every time I hear the word "helicopter", "helipad" or "heli" anything, I feel nauseous. NO JOKES. It's really weird. Maybe it's because it was an embarassing experience, getting violently ill in front of three strangers. Idk.
On that note, I'll shut up now. :D
*edit*
apparently I need to learn how to spell. I spelled "exercise" wrong about four or five times, and it took me re-reading the entry to notice. WIN.
Speaking of school, I really need to get my transcripts submitted to SFU. I should do that tonight.
SO, today my mom dragged me out of bed at the ungodly hour of 7:30 to go...guess where? Pilates and Costco. UGHHHH. Jerks at Pilates changed our time from 11:00 to 9:00, and apparently when they called my mom to tell her...she told them that I wouldn't be too happy. YES, my mom tells everybody that I suffer from morning bitchiness, apparently. So, of course, when I drug my sorry ass into the studio they were all like "MORNINGGGGG~ ♥ I'M SORRY THAT WE HAD TO CHANGE THE TIME, ASHLEYYY!!!" ...
I felt like an uncoordinated what's-it-called at Pilates. I don't even know. But yeah, there was this girl gracefulllyyyyy doing these exercises on the reformer, then there was me. Apparently my pelvis is slightly misaligned and I tend to majorly favour my right side, so nearly every time we did a new exercise, the instructor would have to RE-ADJUST me. Yeah, like she'd physically come up and shift me into the position. FACEPALM. Needless to say, when she mentioned something about doing ball excercises, I quickly rolled myself off the reformer and practically ran over to the excercise balls. Then I was told that my mom was the only one who got the privilege of doing ball exercises; I was stuck on the reformer for the whole session. GUHGUHGUH.
So yeah, insert exercises with my legs up in the air and me feeling like a tool, and that was Pilates today. At least I felt all stretched-out and less grumpy after?
At least until we got to Costco, anyway. IT WAS A FREAKING ZOO. My mom and I had to like, stalk this old woman from the doorway -> her car so that we could steal her parking spot. AND THEN, when we got inside, it was every man for himself. At one point, I separated from my mom so that I could find some white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, and that was just a mistake. All of these people with shopping carts kept freaking COMING AT ME, and I couldn't find my mom. She was like...TEN FEET AWAY FROM ME, IF THAT, and I couldn't see her. It was like a bad nightmare. I think I've developed a shopping cart phobia.
You know what's really funny? Yesterday, I was reading the paper about this helipad being built at the hospital, and I felt nauseous. Apparently, after my whole experience with the helicopter tour in Maui, every time I hear the word "helicopter", "helipad" or "heli" anything, I feel nauseous. NO JOKES. It's really weird. Maybe it's because it was an embarassing experience, getting violently ill in front of three strangers. Idk.
On that note, I'll shut up now. :D
*edit*
apparently I need to learn how to spell. I spelled "exercise" wrong about four or five times, and it took me re-reading the entry to notice. WIN.