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I just checked my bank statement and I'm $600 poorer... in one week. How the hell and what the hell did i buy or spend on in one week?!
I used to always tell myself to leave my debit card and credit card at home when I go out and just carry $40 with me. I laugh at myself because I don't think I've ever even attempted to do that. Everytime I buy something it makes me feel so...guilty... so bbbaadd..., esp. clothes that I know I'm only gonna wear once or twice... But food, food is different. I love spoiling myself when it comes to food. Fuck it, I deserve it. I need to gain some weight anyways; might as well stuff myself with the good things these restaurants have to offer. And jeans... I need jeans... but you know why I hate buying jeans these days? Because of how my weight fluctuates---BAD! Like the ill rollercoaster! I could be 115 this month, and be 125 by the next month, and drop down to 110 the month after that. Do you know frustrating it is to buy jeans and not be able to wear them anymore because of your weight-fluctuations?! And on top of that, have to get them tailored b/c they're so long and I have shorter legs.
So that leaves me with shoes and bags and accessories. My feet and my ears surely won't betray or grow 10 times bigger or smaller on me in one night. LOLS! Man I'm buggin. I'm talkin like the ill superficial, materialistic bitch right about now. Let me stop because nowadays shopping is not even my big concern although retail therapy sure as hell cures the tremendous amount of stress I'm under.
School is killing me... literally. I'm buried in sooo much work and readings that I have to catch up. It's not that I'm behind; well on the reading I am; it's the shitloads of work that my professor keeps giving us. Mind you, I'm only taking ONE, just one freakin class this semester but the work still literally takes up about a week to get done! (Mondays are Clinical days and Tuesdays are lectures) Try three topics in ONE semester (OB Maternity-Newborn, Pediatrics, and Geriatrics) and tell me I won't get confused. No let's put it like this... being in Clinical taking care of the Pediatric patients, and then going to lecture the next day and learning about Old people. Like wtf is that?! It makes me not even want to work, and boy I love working because I love seeing my weekly paychecks and all, but right about now, even work is not my priority.
So before I go and get back to my precious work I leave you with pictures. Cherish these because... let's be forreal, when do I ever really post up pictures?! hehehe =o)
++ eye candies ++
This was me bored during the ride on my way to school yesterday.
Drunk and happy on a late night. =o)
My favorite bitches to work with =o) We specifically asked our manager to
always schedule the 3 of us together on the same nights.
VISCAYA last week with Janice, Shnoozie, and Nessa.
Shnoooz, D, and Ness
Drunk Bitches. LOLS
me and D
I see boOOotiesSss!!!
A picture of me in my own block in the Grand Cayman Island over the summmerrrr =o)
I got this piercing on my left ear about a month ago or so. It's called an Industrial Ear piercing.
And YES, it hurt! LOLS it looks a little weird in these pictures but I think it looks really cute
and I lOoOoOovee it!
And Now.... ladies and gentlemen... back to my schoolwork -=(
On a happier note. Something good happened to me. In the way that makes my smile so genuine =o) *ccchheeeesseee* But that's on another post. *MUAHZ*
I used to always tell myself to leave my debit card and credit card at home when I go out and just carry $40 with me. I laugh at myself because I don't think I've ever even attempted to do that. Everytime I buy something it makes me feel so...guilty... so bbbaadd..., esp. clothes that I know I'm only gonna wear once or twice... But food, food is different. I love spoiling myself when it comes to food. Fuck it, I deserve it. I need to gain some weight anyways; might as well stuff myself with the good things these restaurants have to offer. And jeans... I need jeans... but you know why I hate buying jeans these days? Because of how my weight fluctuates---BAD! Like the ill rollercoaster! I could be 115 this month, and be 125 by the next month, and drop down to 110 the month after that. Do you know frustrating it is to buy jeans and not be able to wear them anymore because of your weight-fluctuations?! And on top of that, have to get them tailored b/c they're so long and I have shorter legs.
So that leaves me with shoes and bags and accessories. My feet and my ears surely won't betray or grow 10 times bigger or smaller on me in one night. LOLS! Man I'm buggin. I'm talkin like the ill superficial, materialistic bitch right about now. Let me stop because nowadays shopping is not even my big concern although retail therapy sure as hell cures the tremendous amount of stress I'm under.
School is killing me... literally. I'm buried in sooo much work and readings that I have to catch up. It's not that I'm behind; well on the reading I am; it's the shitloads of work that my professor keeps giving us. Mind you, I'm only taking ONE, just one freakin class this semester but the work still literally takes up about a week to get done! (Mondays are Clinical days and Tuesdays are lectures) Try three topics in ONE semester (OB Maternity-Newborn, Pediatrics, and Geriatrics) and tell me I won't get confused. No let's put it like this... being in Clinical taking care of the Pediatric patients, and then going to lecture the next day and learning about Old people. Like wtf is that?! It makes me not even want to work, and boy I love working because I love seeing my weekly paychecks and all, but right about now, even work is not my priority.
So before I go and get back to my precious work I leave you with pictures. Cherish these because... let's be forreal, when do I ever really post up pictures?! hehehe =o)
++ eye candies ++
This was me bored during the ride on my way to school yesterday.
Drunk and happy on a late night. =o)
My favorite bitches to work with =o) We specifically asked our manager to
always schedule the 3 of us together on the same nights.
VISCAYA last week with Janice, Shnoozie, and Nessa.
Shnoooz, D, and Ness
Drunk Bitches. LOLS
me and D
I see boOOotiesSss!!!
A picture of me in my own block in the Grand Cayman Island over the summmerrrr =o)
I got this piercing on my left ear about a month ago or so. It's called an Industrial Ear piercing.
And YES, it hurt! LOLS it looks a little weird in these pictures but I think it looks really cute
and I lOoOoOovee it!
And Now.... ladies and gentlemen... back to my schoolwork -=(
On a happier note. Something good happened to me. In the way that makes my smile so genuine =o) *ccchheeeesseee* But that's on another post. *MUAHZ*