magic snowy forest
Shannon has been so rambunctious today! I love that she is so talkative now and all, but some days it's just too much! she screams at sponge bob, like ear piercing scream, for no reason. she yells the ABC's in the back of the car so loudly that it distracts me from driving. I think it's cute and awesome she knows her ABC's but at the end of the day, for the last 2 weeks, i have been getting head aches every night. it doesn't help that rob insists on sleeping on the couch all day (he works all night) and gets pissed and yells at us for making too much noise. our bedroom is at the other end of the house where the kitchen and the bath room are. the only two rooms he really utilizes anyway, so why can't he just sleep in the room? bastard. actually, i hardly ever sleep in the bed room anyway, unless it's the weekend. i like falling asleep in front of the tv, and we don't have one in our room. i've been thinking lately about the things i feel guilty about. for example, sleeping on the couch. why on earth should i waste my time feeling badly about something so mundane? or that i don't like calling people, or talking on the phone. i like texting and myspacing. SO WHAT?! who decided that these things would be so bad? did people consider the telephone a bad practice when it came out, as opposed to sending a telegram? i mean, honestly. i can see feeling bad about eating nothing but junk food all day, but something as silly as a little voluntary isolation...what's the big deal? i know what i'm doing. i'm not isolating for some underlying reason. i'm doing in because i don't feel like talking to anyone. i'm around a little person who is equal to about 20 people all day. the last thing i feel like doing is talking to more people. sometimes, even rob annoys me. he will be all nice and say hi and just try to have a nice conversation with me, and i'm just like , "GOD! do you ever shut the fuck up?!" (in my head.)
oh well. so maybe another reason i pass out on the couch, is that we have NEW couches! yeeeeeee! excitement! i would put up pictures, but my camera hasn't worked since i got it back from autumn's house (wow. shocker.) i had a feeling that letting autumn borrow something would probably have a bad ending. i love her as one of my closest friends, but she is so overwhelmed with so much to do, that she loses track of shit so easily. including what her kids are doing. they walk all over her, and play with all her stuff (including my camera) and she is too distracted to even notice. i fell so bad trashing their situation, but it effected me because now i have a broken camera. eh, in the end, it's nothing i can control, and i love them despite anything so it's not even worth thinking about. oh so the point is that my phone is sending all the pictures i take with it to my computer as JPEG files, not JPG files. so now they won't upload to my myspace account. there for, no pictures of my cute new living room furniture. we are going for a "cabin in the woods" theme. i'm starting to think it looks more like "cottage in the country" though. oh well. one day i will be able to afford all the Woolrich accessories i could ever ask for. i've been thinking about applying to Target for the weekends. mainly for holiday help. i REALLY REALLY miss and need a part time job. i've been working for 10 years straight, and i can't seem to find a good fit with any salons around here, so it's just really hard for me to not earn a pay check. as liberal as i come off, i'm more down the middle about a lot. i have huge values on working and having a job. i believe it is key to living in america and if a lot more people were given a fair chance at jobs (that they are actually qualified for not ones that will just pay them less, and they won't complain about it), despite their immigration status, then i think that people would feel a lot more secure here and have more faith in the country they live in. it is possible to have the american dream, but you have to work for it and earn it. it doesn't just magically appear.
it so odd too, because when i worked at the landscaping company, the people that seemed to work the hardest were immigrants. they would come in praising the USA saying that it's all worth it. also, they would always be the first ones in and the last ones out during the day. it gave me so much hope and appreciation for all man kind. kind of cool if you ask me.
so anyway. i know it might be detrimental for me to work at target with the fact that i use shopping as a form of therapy (no joke) especially there. But i figure, after i pay my bills (parking tickets, cell phone, maybe even a little on my student loan) i can use my discount to just get the shit i want and need. want=woolrich stuff, need=toilet paper/kitty litter.
so we are talking with swilly about him living in our half bedroom. it will really help him and us out. it will lower our rent and bills too. he is working for bobby now, shining shoes that go out on the floor, so it's good that he has a job. he needs to get out of the green's house too. he seems to understand that he can't bring any weird, dirty people in my house either. not to be judgmental, i usually love all people, but hence the new furniture, oh and THE CHILD. we'll see what happens.
i was good today. i felt that little motivated feeling i get a week after my period and actually cleaned a bunch today. it totally sucks my who life revolves around my period. well not my whole life,, but my personal life. so i'm pretty much only good ONE week out of each month. so my good week=no bloating (no muffin top), not bitchy what so ever, motivated. 2 weeks=week one i start feeling a little less motivated and don't care if the stove top is dirty or that there are toys everywhere/week two=complete loss of motivation, complete bitch, super depressed as in i don't want to get out of bed, muffin top starts coming in. 3rd week=period:complete muffin top, head and back aches, stay the fuck out of my way! yeah, lame.
i have to drive to sudbury to vote tomorrow. that will be eventful, i'm sure.
oh well. so maybe another reason i pass out on the couch, is that we have NEW couches! yeeeeeee! excitement! i would put up pictures, but my camera hasn't worked since i got it back from autumn's house (wow. shocker.) i had a feeling that letting autumn borrow something would probably have a bad ending. i love her as one of my closest friends, but she is so overwhelmed with so much to do, that she loses track of shit so easily. including what her kids are doing. they walk all over her, and play with all her stuff (including my camera) and she is too distracted to even notice. i fell so bad trashing their situation, but it effected me because now i have a broken camera. eh, in the end, it's nothing i can control, and i love them despite anything so it's not even worth thinking about. oh so the point is that my phone is sending all the pictures i take with it to my computer as JPEG files, not JPG files. so now they won't upload to my myspace account. there for, no pictures of my cute new living room furniture. we are going for a "cabin in the woods" theme. i'm starting to think it looks more like "cottage in the country" though. oh well. one day i will be able to afford all the Woolrich accessories i could ever ask for. i've been thinking about applying to Target for the weekends. mainly for holiday help. i REALLY REALLY miss and need a part time job. i've been working for 10 years straight, and i can't seem to find a good fit with any salons around here, so it's just really hard for me to not earn a pay check. as liberal as i come off, i'm more down the middle about a lot. i have huge values on working and having a job. i believe it is key to living in america and if a lot more people were given a fair chance at jobs (that they are actually qualified for not ones that will just pay them less, and they won't complain about it), despite their immigration status, then i think that people would feel a lot more secure here and have more faith in the country they live in. it is possible to have the american dream, but you have to work for it and earn it. it doesn't just magically appear.
it so odd too, because when i worked at the landscaping company, the people that seemed to work the hardest were immigrants. they would come in praising the USA saying that it's all worth it. also, they would always be the first ones in and the last ones out during the day. it gave me so much hope and appreciation for all man kind. kind of cool if you ask me.
so anyway. i know it might be detrimental for me to work at target with the fact that i use shopping as a form of therapy (no joke) especially there. But i figure, after i pay my bills (parking tickets, cell phone, maybe even a little on my student loan) i can use my discount to just get the shit i want and need. want=woolrich stuff, need=toilet paper/kitty litter.
so we are talking with swilly about him living in our half bedroom. it will really help him and us out. it will lower our rent and bills too. he is working for bobby now, shining shoes that go out on the floor, so it's good that he has a job. he needs to get out of the green's house too. he seems to understand that he can't bring any weird, dirty people in my house either. not to be judgmental, i usually love all people, but hence the new furniture, oh and THE CHILD. we'll see what happens.
i was good today. i felt that little motivated feeling i get a week after my period and actually cleaned a bunch today. it totally sucks my who life revolves around my period. well not my whole life,, but my personal life. so i'm pretty much only good ONE week out of each month. so my good week=no bloating (no muffin top), not bitchy what so ever, motivated. 2 weeks=week one i start feeling a little less motivated and don't care if the stove top is dirty or that there are toys everywhere/week two=complete loss of motivation, complete bitch, super depressed as in i don't want to get out of bed, muffin top starts coming in. 3rd week=period:complete muffin top, head and back aches, stay the fuck out of my way! yeah, lame.
i have to drive to sudbury to vote tomorrow. that will be eventful, i'm sure.