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Wow.. it's like, Monday already. So today was my day to uhm, do nothing as always. Except for the fact that I realized we are totally out of clean silverwear and that is depressing. A note to anyone reading this: STAY LIVING AT HOME FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN!! LET YOUR MOM CLEAN UP AFTER YOU, IT'S MUCH EASIER THIS WAY AND YOU WILL BE HAPPIER!!!!!! Okay, seriously, it really sucks living on your own, especially when there is two of you and you have to do most of the cleaning. It's really like, unfair or something. Moving right along. Today I went to Ashley's and watched GH. WHEW!! That show gets better everyday. It's kinda hard for me to watch though because I know it was Tia's soap opera too. -sighs- Hopefully I will have a job soon, I wish Verizon would call me or atleast the temp agency to give me some temp work until
Verizon does call that way I'm not driving myself crazy and typing run on sentences like I am now. I was thinking about my diet plan today and tomorrow I have an appointment at Curves at 11am to do something, like asses my body fat or some shit. Unfortunately I called the Curves in Camden instead of the one in Dover, so I am going to have to like, go there and ask if my membership is transferable. Maybe they will let me pay month to month instead of signing a contract. I am scared that if I sign a contract and Mike gets stationed some where other than Dover, which is probably going to happen, cuz well, Dover isn't all that big or whatever, then I will owe Curves money and I am trying to improve my credit score just a tad. There is like, 15+\- inches of snow outside of my house. It sucks. I made a decission today that we are going to by either a 99 to a 03 Audi a4 quattro. I hate the snow, so if I HAVE to drive in it, I want to do it easily. My car is just like, not made for the snow. On the way home, I was coming up the lane and slid into the field where I proceeded to get stuck. My dad was behind me and thank God because he got me out. Erik is spending the night. I missed that little guy so much. He can really get on my nerves sometimes, but isn't that what little brothers are supposed to do? Right now he is in my bedroom playing Halo2 with Mike, which I am almost positive is the reason he decided that he wanted to spend the night. Lil fucker. I just finished reading two Augesten Burroughs books. One is called Running With Scissors and the other is Dry. Both were like this guys kinda sorta autobiography. I won't tell you what they are about, just read them. Pretty good stuff. Not mushy girl shit either, definetly a either or gender kinda thing. Right now I am reading his third book, which is called Sellevision. It has nothing to do with his life, or so I don't think it does. It seems okay, it's not as catchy as his first two books. Last night I slept pretty well. I finally fell asleep at 1'30a after popping an ambien. I thought I might be able to fall asleep without it, but my efforts were futile. I don't really like to take ambien because the next day I feel.. uhhh... "washed up". I guess that's the best way to describe it. So... I have pretty much conned Mike into buying me a pilates dvd on thurs when he gets paid. This will be good for me. Maybe it'll help my upper back too. I mean, I know fat people have a lot of lower back pain, but my pain isn't in my lower back, its in my upper back. God, I really hope no one ever reads this journal, it's like, depressing. uh.
I'm kinda keeping my weight loss program to myself for the time being(myself being telling no one other than Mike). I don't want anyone to know about it in case I fail. I don't want to look THAT pathetic. Like, if I told my mom, and then I suddenly stop or something and she finds out, she will make me feel like a failure. I know she wouldn't do that on purpose, but she would. It's bad enough I already feel like a failure. I need to get my ass back to school. College is so close for me I can smell it. I rely heavily on my horoscope sometimes, and my '05 horo said that I will become educational enriched. Okay, so I know life itself is educational, but hopefully this means that I will be able to go back to school. I really want to be a sex therapist. Or a CIA agent, but Mike said they select you, and unfortunately, I doubt they would ever select me. So on with sex therapy. I think I could really help people yanno? I mean, it's not like I am an expert on the subject (or atleast not medically), but I could help gay people overcome their fear of letting their true sexuality out, or I could help people who were molested or rape overcome hyposexuality or hypersexuality, or I could help married couples regain that missing "something" from the bedroom. I mean, I have a great sex life with my hubby, and I had a great sex life BEFORE him. Its all about expressing your sexual self in a healthy way. I mean, some people just can't figure out what they really NEED in the bedroom and some over indulge. Sex is like an eating disorder, some people are anorexic, others are bulemic, some are over-eaters. And when it comes down to it, everyone needs a healthy diet to stay alive. Okay, so maybe sex isn't THAT important, but honestly, I really bet most if not all of the world's psychopathic mass murderers have/had SOME kind of sexual disfunction in their lives and maybe what they needed was to talk to a sex therapist. Maybe if they worked out their sexual issues they wouldn't have went psycho or killed a shitload of people. If I had been alive during Charlie Manson's time, perhaps I could have saved a lot of people. Thats not true, if he came into my office, I probably would have had him locked up in a mental hospital. fuckin psycho.
So I guess we are going to Mike's parent's house this weekend. I am excited cuz I wanna go see Sean and Erin ( his big bro and lil sis ). I really like them. I hope I don't come off as like, trying to hard to be their friend. Idk. I think Erin likes me, and I'm pretty sure Sean does too. Ahhh hell, it's cold in this room so I'm gonna go lay under my electric blanket.
ttys
-Tiffy
Verizon does call that way I'm not driving myself crazy and typing run on sentences like I am now. I was thinking about my diet plan today and tomorrow I have an appointment at Curves at 11am to do something, like asses my body fat or some shit. Unfortunately I called the Curves in Camden instead of the one in Dover, so I am going to have to like, go there and ask if my membership is transferable. Maybe they will let me pay month to month instead of signing a contract. I am scared that if I sign a contract and Mike gets stationed some where other than Dover, which is probably going to happen, cuz well, Dover isn't all that big or whatever, then I will owe Curves money and I am trying to improve my credit score just a tad. There is like, 15+\- inches of snow outside of my house. It sucks. I made a decission today that we are going to by either a 99 to a 03 Audi a4 quattro. I hate the snow, so if I HAVE to drive in it, I want to do it easily. My car is just like, not made for the snow. On the way home, I was coming up the lane and slid into the field where I proceeded to get stuck. My dad was behind me and thank God because he got me out. Erik is spending the night. I missed that little guy so much. He can really get on my nerves sometimes, but isn't that what little brothers are supposed to do? Right now he is in my bedroom playing Halo2 with Mike, which I am almost positive is the reason he decided that he wanted to spend the night. Lil fucker. I just finished reading two Augesten Burroughs books. One is called Running With Scissors and the other is Dry. Both were like this guys kinda sorta autobiography. I won't tell you what they are about, just read them. Pretty good stuff. Not mushy girl shit either, definetly a either or gender kinda thing. Right now I am reading his third book, which is called Sellevision. It has nothing to do with his life, or so I don't think it does. It seems okay, it's not as catchy as his first two books. Last night I slept pretty well. I finally fell asleep at 1'30a after popping an ambien. I thought I might be able to fall asleep without it, but my efforts were futile. I don't really like to take ambien because the next day I feel.. uhhh... "washed up". I guess that's the best way to describe it. So... I have pretty much conned Mike into buying me a pilates dvd on thurs when he gets paid. This will be good for me. Maybe it'll help my upper back too. I mean, I know fat people have a lot of lower back pain, but my pain isn't in my lower back, its in my upper back. God, I really hope no one ever reads this journal, it's like, depressing. uh.
I'm kinda keeping my weight loss program to myself for the time being(myself being telling no one other than Mike). I don't want anyone to know about it in case I fail. I don't want to look THAT pathetic. Like, if I told my mom, and then I suddenly stop or something and she finds out, she will make me feel like a failure. I know she wouldn't do that on purpose, but she would. It's bad enough I already feel like a failure. I need to get my ass back to school. College is so close for me I can smell it. I rely heavily on my horoscope sometimes, and my '05 horo said that I will become educational enriched. Okay, so I know life itself is educational, but hopefully this means that I will be able to go back to school. I really want to be a sex therapist. Or a CIA agent, but Mike said they select you, and unfortunately, I doubt they would ever select me. So on with sex therapy. I think I could really help people yanno? I mean, it's not like I am an expert on the subject (or atleast not medically), but I could help gay people overcome their fear of letting their true sexuality out, or I could help people who were molested or rape overcome hyposexuality or hypersexuality, or I could help married couples regain that missing "something" from the bedroom. I mean, I have a great sex life with my hubby, and I had a great sex life BEFORE him. Its all about expressing your sexual self in a healthy way. I mean, some people just can't figure out what they really NEED in the bedroom and some over indulge. Sex is like an eating disorder, some people are anorexic, others are bulemic, some are over-eaters. And when it comes down to it, everyone needs a healthy diet to stay alive. Okay, so maybe sex isn't THAT important, but honestly, I really bet most if not all of the world's psychopathic mass murderers have/had SOME kind of sexual disfunction in their lives and maybe what they needed was to talk to a sex therapist. Maybe if they worked out their sexual issues they wouldn't have went psycho or killed a shitload of people. If I had been alive during Charlie Manson's time, perhaps I could have saved a lot of people. Thats not true, if he came into my office, I probably would have had him locked up in a mental hospital. fuckin psycho.
So I guess we are going to Mike's parent's house this weekend. I am excited cuz I wanna go see Sean and Erin ( his big bro and lil sis ). I really like them. I hope I don't come off as like, trying to hard to be their friend. Idk. I think Erin likes me, and I'm pretty sure Sean does too. Ahhh hell, it's cold in this room so I'm gonna go lay under my electric blanket.
ttys
-Tiffy