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Hidy ho, kids.
No, I didn't die. I just didn't update my journal for the past few days. Well, I sorta did. I made a whole new layout. It is very pretty. I guarantee it's the nicest layout that exists on live journal. Yes, I am cocky about it. Take a look(if you're viewing from a Friends page). Bow down to my masterpiece. I got all of the codes from Howto . I found the background picture on my own, and I added Sparkly Eyeballs to it myself. I made the sparkles in Adobe Photoshop 7.0. I made the sparkles under the comment link with Adobe Image Ready 2.0. That one's kind of crappy, I was becoming lazy by that point.
So my answering machine plays a message on Thursday night from one of the managers at work saying I was on-call on the schedule, and they needed me, so I had to be there. I was freaking out. They wrote me(by accident) on the schedule twice for. There was another Lauren that worked there, but I heard she quit after two weeks. So I was placed down for both 9 hours and 5 hours. The manager that made the error told me to take the one with more hours. I spoke to them though, it was all straightened out. As our fancy of a yoga, Jamie, whom is my wonderful chicken cutlet would go, "woot!" Friday I was on-call, but they didn't need me.
I joined the gym with Hildish on Friday morning. I'm SO happy to be back there, I missed it like you can't imagine. I love seeing how much stronger I get each time I go there. I only got 4 hours of sleep the past few nights though, so I was EXHAUSTED when I joined again. I couldn't even do the elliptical for 2 minutes. I don't have a lot of energy for the cardiovascular junk, anyway. I like the weights. Yeah, osteoperosis, IMMAGONNAKICKYOASS!! I felt like a dumbass that day. They moved everything around since winter break, so I couldn't find my machines right away. I looked like a lost, senile, old lady without the wrinkles or saggy boobs. I joined at Synergy on Hempstead Tpke. It's really cheap there. The summer membership is $150. I think NYSC is $80 per month. Synergy's small. The big and bulky go to the basement too, so I don't feel like a weakling when I work out. I don't like people watching me work out. Maybe when I can do heavier weights than them...but until then...go downstairs.
I want everything in Express. I mean everything. I mean, the mini-polo tees in the front are just okay, but I'd still take them. I love the off-the-shoulder tops. I only have a pink striped one of that. I like the chinos, I want each color. I want the blazer work jacket, I guess in black. I want the sheer tops, both long-sleeved and sleeveless. I want the dresses(well, most of them). I want each and every belt. The jewelry is gorgeous.
But oh, yeah, that's right. I'm working for money. So I've been a good girl so far, I didn't buy anything...
...until yesterday(Sunday). I'm sorry, but the stuff I got was on sale! I bought gym clothes, which I'll be putting to good use. I bought everything in green, since I don't own much of that color. It's a zip-up hoodie with mesh sweatpants, a tank top, and....okay, fine, I bought a sweat-skirt so that I can wear it with the hoodie(or tank) outside of gym.
The sweatset(zip-up and pants): 2 for $29.50 + Tank: $10 + Skirt: $8(was $10 but I had my employee discount since it wasn't more than 50% off already) = less than $50(originally $90). Fuckaluckaducka off.
So after my 12-4 shift, I celebrated Father's day with mamabear, papabear, precious the sister, both grand-daddies and mommies, auntie, uncle, and family friends consisting of a Bob, Bonnie, Matt, and Sara. Matt was studying for chemistry regents the following day, so he and Bonnie no show up until BBQ time. Yummy burgers. Papabear know how to grill(oo...that sounded bad...pervs!).
Before dinner, I entertained everyone by using a Bronx accent(aka I made fun of everyone in the room's accent). New Yawk is numba wun! Until maybe three years ago, I thought tortellini was pronounced 'tawdallini'.
I couldn't see my Aunt Ava or cousins Lacey and Justin, because Justin was sickies! =-o
Dessert was really good. I'm not a dessert person, but my Uncle bought the most amazing chocolate cake ever. Bonnie made a delicious chocolate-swirl golden-loaf. Yummy. But UH-OH! Evil calories!
Then I hung out with a friend that just returned from his mini-Florida vacation, watched Cruel Intentions, and had a nice sleepover party. ;)
I miss the gym. Hildish has to close tonight at work, but I think she's spending time with her boy-toy after that. I don't want to go to the gym without her...or at least yet. I don't know why, it's not like we're next to each other when we work out. Half the time I don't know where she is. Oh well, I can put up with my body fat for a little while longer. We'll find the time. Today is the 21st. I wanted to be the same weight I was during prom. In 5 days, that will be a year ago. I don't think I'm going to lose 6 pounds in 5 days. Bleh. Eh, either way, I'll be a sexy, toned, little mofo by the time I return to New Paltz...to make babies with each and every Yoga.
My sister says I'm scaring her lately. She says I'm getting weirder and weirder by the day. I say it's just because we've been home at the same time lately. I think when she tells me that, it motivates me to act even weirder. She does think I'm funny, whether or not I'm psycho. The other day when we were eating Wendy's, I was laughing during one of my weird acts that made her laugh. I couldn't chew, I couldn't do anything. She thought I was choking(I was just trying to prevent myself from it). So I decided to pretend I was choking, let her freak out(it was less than 10 seconds), and then laugh at her. Oh well, so I'm a dork...but it was hilarious.
Heehee!