I'm addicted
I just wanted to let you all know that I am officially addicted to live journal. Ahhhh!!! I seriously can not wait every day to read peoples' journals and update my own.
In other news, I think I've decided to get my belly button pierced. Yesterday Brenda, one of the ladies I work with, was showing us hers and telling me all about it. I've wanted one for years, but never got one because every time I brought it up to my mom she would get all upset. I tried to tell her that at least it wasn't as permanent as a tattoo (no offense Karen, if you want one, go for it!) but that didn't help. I think she just thinks that only sluts have them, but it's not that bad at all. It's not like I want my nipples pierced. Besides, I've wanted one for so long and getting it would not make me a different person or change my values. I also always said that once I was happy with my waist then I'd get it done, but am I ever going to be happy with it? Probably not. So why not just get it done? Maybe it'll make me more happy with my waist after all. I think my biggest reservation is my mom though. So, do I get it done because I really really want to and have for years, or do I not because it would upset my mom?
For the record, I HATE personnel files!! That is all I've done all summer. Sorting. Organizing. Color coding. Sorting. Organizing. Color coding. Sorting. Organizing. You get the idea. And as much as it is satisfying and I am making a ton of progress and I know it needs to be done, I'm just plain sick of it! It took me over a month to get through our files and now all these other offices are sending theirs to me. Aaaarrrrrggg!!
And now for some good news: They fixed the machine at the gym that works your "love handles"!! Yay!! It's one of my favorite machines and it has been broken all summer. Yesterday I went to the gym and saw it was finally fixed and almost screamed for joy. Also, I woke up this morning and my face didn't hurt. It's not quite as red either and I think by the end of today or tomorrow morning it'll be a very nice bronze color. (Di, how is your face? Did you try the tea thing?)
I had a very strange dream last night. I dreamt that I was in Buffalo along their "Main Street" (although that's not what's it's called, but I can't remember the name right now. This street is close to Buff State and I used to walk there all the time Freshman Year. Anyways, I was walking along and it was raining and really busy and I kept seeing all these people from Buff State but I was trying to avoid them because I didn't really want to talk and I thought they must hate me because I had left. I was trying to get back to campus, but I didn't know how to get there and I was getting scared because it was getting dark and scary people were starting to come out. I asked some one that I knew how to get back to campus and they were all excited to see me and told me how to get there. I started walking back and when I got to "campus" which was actually a beautiful big cathedral and a little stone chapel next to it, everyoe from the music department that I knew was there. I was hoping they wouldn't recognize me because I felt as though I would have to explain to everyone why I left. Eventually they all recognized me so I decided to leave the cathedral and go to the chapel. As I was leaving my old voice teacher, Doc. Tom, was walking in the door. He saw me and said "Becca!" He was the person I really didn't want to have to talk to so I was upset that he remembered me. He walked with me to the chapel and was asking me all these questions and I just wasn't really answering and he was talking about the print of a drawing I had done that I gave him when I left. When we finally got there Hilary was there and she said that we had to leave. I was so relieved. But, when he left he said to me "It was good to see you Becca. Bye. Love you." It wasn't like an I LOVE you thing, but like how friends say it to eachother. Still, I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to say that I loved him too, so I just said "bye" and left. Then I woke up. I think this dream freaked me out so much because it just felt so realistic and I haven't thought of these people or freshman year in so long. The thing I remember most from it was the cold grey rain, the stone chapel and what Doc Tom said.
Anyways, maybe I'll call Hilary and Erin and see how they're doing. I do miss them and I've been bad about keeping in touch. Erin's Sophie is over a year old and I haven't seen her since the day after she was born. The thing about those two is that once we get together or start talking it's like no time has passed. I don't want to let those friendships slip. And speaking of missing people, I seriously cannot wait for my Sop II to come home! I miss her soooooo much. And I know she's not entirely happy in Colorado, so I want her home in PA with me and all the other poeple who love her and miss her.
Ok, and now I'm getting kind of sad thinking about all the people I miss, so I'm going to go.
In other news, I think I've decided to get my belly button pierced. Yesterday Brenda, one of the ladies I work with, was showing us hers and telling me all about it. I've wanted one for years, but never got one because every time I brought it up to my mom she would get all upset. I tried to tell her that at least it wasn't as permanent as a tattoo (no offense Karen, if you want one, go for it!) but that didn't help. I think she just thinks that only sluts have them, but it's not that bad at all. It's not like I want my nipples pierced. Besides, I've wanted one for so long and getting it would not make me a different person or change my values. I also always said that once I was happy with my waist then I'd get it done, but am I ever going to be happy with it? Probably not. So why not just get it done? Maybe it'll make me more happy with my waist after all. I think my biggest reservation is my mom though. So, do I get it done because I really really want to and have for years, or do I not because it would upset my mom?
For the record, I HATE personnel files!! That is all I've done all summer. Sorting. Organizing. Color coding. Sorting. Organizing. Color coding. Sorting. Organizing. You get the idea. And as much as it is satisfying and I am making a ton of progress and I know it needs to be done, I'm just plain sick of it! It took me over a month to get through our files and now all these other offices are sending theirs to me. Aaaarrrrrggg!!
And now for some good news: They fixed the machine at the gym that works your "love handles"!! Yay!! It's one of my favorite machines and it has been broken all summer. Yesterday I went to the gym and saw it was finally fixed and almost screamed for joy. Also, I woke up this morning and my face didn't hurt. It's not quite as red either and I think by the end of today or tomorrow morning it'll be a very nice bronze color. (Di, how is your face? Did you try the tea thing?)
I had a very strange dream last night. I dreamt that I was in Buffalo along their "Main Street" (although that's not what's it's called, but I can't remember the name right now. This street is close to Buff State and I used to walk there all the time Freshman Year. Anyways, I was walking along and it was raining and really busy and I kept seeing all these people from Buff State but I was trying to avoid them because I didn't really want to talk and I thought they must hate me because I had left. I was trying to get back to campus, but I didn't know how to get there and I was getting scared because it was getting dark and scary people were starting to come out. I asked some one that I knew how to get back to campus and they were all excited to see me and told me how to get there. I started walking back and when I got to "campus" which was actually a beautiful big cathedral and a little stone chapel next to it, everyoe from the music department that I knew was there. I was hoping they wouldn't recognize me because I felt as though I would have to explain to everyone why I left. Eventually they all recognized me so I decided to leave the cathedral and go to the chapel. As I was leaving my old voice teacher, Doc. Tom, was walking in the door. He saw me and said "Becca!" He was the person I really didn't want to have to talk to so I was upset that he remembered me. He walked with me to the chapel and was asking me all these questions and I just wasn't really answering and he was talking about the print of a drawing I had done that I gave him when I left. When we finally got there Hilary was there and she said that we had to leave. I was so relieved. But, when he left he said to me "It was good to see you Becca. Bye. Love you." It wasn't like an I LOVE you thing, but like how friends say it to eachother. Still, I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to say that I loved him too, so I just said "bye" and left. Then I woke up. I think this dream freaked me out so much because it just felt so realistic and I haven't thought of these people or freshman year in so long. The thing I remember most from it was the cold grey rain, the stone chapel and what Doc Tom said.
Anyways, maybe I'll call Hilary and Erin and see how they're doing. I do miss them and I've been bad about keeping in touch. Erin's Sophie is over a year old and I haven't seen her since the day after she was born. The thing about those two is that once we get together or start talking it's like no time has passed. I don't want to let those friendships slip. And speaking of missing people, I seriously cannot wait for my Sop II to come home! I miss her soooooo much. And I know she's not entirely happy in Colorado, so I want her home in PA with me and all the other poeple who love her and miss her.
Ok, and now I'm getting kind of sad thinking about all the people I miss, so I'm going to go.