it's cold today
I now have the joy of saying that I know what a sinus headache feels like. And it was pretty horrible. I couldn't even leave work early to come home and bury myself under the doona because it was so damn busy. I did get some stuff from the chemist though which did make me feel better. After that it felt like I just had a regular headache. But I don't get just regular headaches, so while this headache wasn't all sinusy, it still hurt like hell. And I wanted to go home early, but I couldn't, and I understood why I couldn't. I just kept going in terms of half hours, cause they'd say "if it's quiet at xpm we'll see if you can go home", but it was always busy.
Apart from the headache, work today wasn't all that bad. It was broken up pretty good. Two hours, a ten minute break, two hours, lunch, an hour in liquor, two and a half hours then home. It was uneventful, and kind of slow, but that was because of the headache.
We had Mark's people over for dinner tonight. If we hadn't already cooked the meal I would have said no to having them over, but it was too late. We cooked apricot chicken in the unnecessarily large slow cooker that Mark's parents got us for Christmas. At least we know it comes in handy when we have to cook for 2183987 people. Which won't be often. And I guess at least we've used it once now, so his mother will be happy. I still can't believe she bought us something so huge. She has a habit of doing that, like she expects us to get down and get married and grow a large family straight away. I do not think so. We do not need to cook for an army. We just need to cook for us. We won't be entertaining that often because we don't have the room! The dinner itself was alright, except by the end of it I was a mess with the headache and I got a stuffed up/runny nose. I know that that makes no sense, but it alternated. And then I blew my nose and pulled my nose stud out and lost it on the kitchen floor, but Mark found it cause it was right in front of me and I missed it. But I took some more sinus headache drugs and now I feel better. Shattered tired, but that's from starting work early two days in a row, and four days last week, and just generally being tired.
Speaking of, I really hate it when people say "you look really tired today". Someone said that to me today. I look tired every day. The bags under my eyes are permanantly there. Sometimes they are worse, and most of the time I use foundation. I don't like being told I look tired, because I know that means that I look bad. I'm trying to be awake! It's just not happening.
So I think I'm going to say this once and then we'll never speak of it again. I like Lady GaGa and Katy Perry. Ok let's now forget I said that. Back to all my other normal bands.
Azaria was in a car accident last night. Nothing serious. I just know because Mark woke me up at 12:30am when he came into the bedroom talking to her on the phone. At that point I didn't really care because he woke me up and I was damn tired, and I did that whole "you're putting her before me again" thing. But this morning, come this morning it's like nothing changed with Azaria, except that I'm no longer her friend. Everything is fine. I don't care that he texts her, that he still talks to her, that he didn't seem to think that her telling was such a bad thing. I've bounced back.
You used to get it in your fishnets, now you only get it in your nightdress. Ally will be happy I quoted that lyric. The Arctic Monkeys, Flourescent Adolescent. Cool song. Describes me to a tee, according to Ally anyway. But yea. I want to get it in my fishnets from now on! And have the boys (well boy - Mark) electric.
This is one of those OMG moments. Actually I think it's kind of funny. I just added Amy on Facebook, oh like half an hour ago. And like twenty five minutes ago she accepted my friend request. And then we were talking. Yes, OMG exactly. Nothing of substance though. Oh who am I kidding? She doesn't hold a grudge. Good thing too, considering that all that was two years ago now. She is still bisexual (her info says men only in the interested in field) but doesn't show it because her family don't know and she's friends with them on Facebook. And she's going to Michael's party, and told me that I could feel free to talk to her, and then told me that she was using Facebook on her phone so I could text her if I wanted to keep talking to her. Right now I have this crazy idea that maybe we could hook up and just be friends with benefits, but like that'll ever happen. Well you never know, but I'm not harbouring hope. At the moment it's just a fantasy from being girl-less for so long.
That's my excitement for the day.
The other day Mark laybied (laybyed? layby-ed?) this bench press thing. He said it's so I'll stop complaining about my belly, and so he can get into shape as well. He has a weight set but it's big and doesn't fit anywhere and just works out his arms. He also bought some scales, and warned me that he'd take them away if I got all depressed and obsessed. He's worried, even though, apart from this Azaria thing, I've been so good lately. I know I'm being completely irrational by being worried about the way that I look, but I can't help it. I want to get fit though, so motivation to exercise isn't going to be a bad thing. And I want to get fit because I want to be healthy, not because I think my weight is horrible. I dont' think that.
Oh god something else big that I've forgotten so far. The check out ladies at Mark's work have said that they are disappointed with Azaria because she could "do so much better". Like what the fuck is that? And why would someone even say that? But one of them is old, and so therefore old fashioned, and who cares what they think about Mark, because they obviously don't know him, and check out girls are bitchy and rude by nature. And yes I am fully aware that I'm including myself in that category. It's true, I am indifferent and sometimes rude to customers. He got down about it too, because he's worried about how other people see him. I told him not to worry about it because I love him and that's all that matters right now.
I have done zero study this week. That's what tomorrow is for. And the weekend. Except for Michael's party, and now I've been told that Mum wants to do a picnic on Sunday. And I've got stocktake on Monday. Ew. Well no, I don't mind it that much, for some odd reason.
And yesterday I paid Jason back $100 for my text books. Now I only owe $87. Yay. And I'm trying to justify spending $35 on a nightie that's super cute and sexy at the same time. Mark said no, but then wouldn't let me show him it because he'd get swayed if I did. Should I? I really want to. But wait, I just remembered the sexy corset thing that I wanted to buy which is like twice that much. Hurry up Mr Rudd and give me my money!