And I'm pretty much in love with him at the moment.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I am determined....
To lose weight! I'm going on a diet, starting the day AFTER valentine's day. No sugar! I'm excited and I have a great support group since a ton of my friends are already doing this. Anyway, it'll be no sugar for about 10 weeks! Also no white flour. I figure if they can do it, I can do it!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Lets flash back to teenage years...
This is the worst month of my life. Ugh. (okay, enough of that)
Work, social life, drama, work...And I think that's about as far as I want to go. Otherwise I will break down.
But at least I've finally figured things out. I've started my first Master's Class, and I've already hung out more with some friends in the past month than I had last semester.
...I'm bored
Work, social life, drama, work...And I think that's about as far as I want to go. Otherwise I will break down.
But at least I've finally figured things out. I've started my first Master's Class, and I've already hung out more with some friends in the past month than I had last semester.
...I'm bored
Friday, January 15, 2010
I can't handle it
I can't handle my job. I really can't. I may be losing my mind. It is unorganized, I'm tired of all the complaining clients, the drama at work, and being utterly miserable at a job I dislike. Every day I dread going to work. It gets harder and harder to get out of my bed and ready for each day. But when I start to get really upset I just tell myself that no one really likes their jobs-it's just a way to earn money so you can do stuff later. However that's depressing. Will I ever enjoy a job?
Anyway it's 430 in the morning. I can't sleep because all I think about is how badly I want a new job. Each day this week I've been applying to new jobs and whatnot. But no bites. I realize that I am blessed to have my current job, but I never thought that when I graduated from college I would be working at a depressing job making 15,000 a year. Pathetic. Ugh
Anyway it's 430 in the morning. I can't sleep because all I think about is how badly I want a new job. Each day this week I've been applying to new jobs and whatnot. But no bites. I realize that I am blessed to have my current job, but I never thought that when I graduated from college I would be working at a depressing job making 15,000 a year. Pathetic. Ugh
Monday, December 21, 2009
I am bored...thus a new post.
Okay I am getting a little annoyed. I know some people don't understand that I am perfectly happy being single, but I am. Really. Anyway when I am getting pressured into at least looking for a guy it annoys me. Cause then this gets into what I want in a guy. I really don't think I'm that picky. My first requirement is just that they are tall, then that they are a good person (and at least not ugly), and that they are enjoyable to be around. Is that so bad? Apparently it is, and I need to lower my standards. WHAT?! Yes, that is what I have been told. Literally to lower them - not expect such tall guys. Um, excuse me?! Have you SEEN how tall I am?
Anyway, here are a few reasons why I want a taller guy than me:
1. I want to be able to wear heels.
2. I want to feel like a girl...be smaller than the guy.
3. I like to look up to the guy I'm dating
4. Along with #3 (and maybe I shouldn't mention this, but I am), I like going on my tippy toes when I kiss a guy. Same thing with cuddling...I like it when they are taller and bigger than me. (but I guess that may fit in with #2)
I guess those aren't very many reasons, but I do NOT want to feel like the bigger person in the relationship. Being smaller makes me feel prettier and more feminine. So there.
Anyway, here are a few reasons why I want a taller guy than me:
1. I want to be able to wear heels.
2. I want to feel like a girl...be smaller than the guy.
3. I like to look up to the guy I'm dating
4. Along with #3 (and maybe I shouldn't mention this, but I am), I like going on my tippy toes when I kiss a guy. Same thing with cuddling...I like it when they are taller and bigger than me. (but I guess that may fit in with #2)
I guess those aren't very many reasons, but I do NOT want to feel like the bigger person in the relationship. Being smaller makes me feel prettier and more feminine. So there.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Back in Utah
So when I got home last night I was really worried that my apartment was going to be a mess. I was fairly surprised that it wasn't too bad, so I was in a relatively good mood last night while unpacking and getting ready for bed.
When I woke up this morning to have breakfast before going to work I start looking around the kitchen and realize that my opinions of my roommates have gone down over the years if the kitchen "wasn't too bad." Here is what is considered not that bad: dishes piling in the sick, cooked food on the counter, maybe a few dried sauce bits on the counter, a backpack, and a pile of mail. There were no clean bowls, but there were clean utensils and cups. The living room only had a few jerseys on the floor, and one bag of trash sitting around. Other than that there was nothing on the floor, except down the hall there was laundry bag (but no large piles of laundry). A little bit of my cereal was eaten, but not as much as I had expected. And I think that's about it.
As this thought went through my head this morning I started laughing. It really is sad, that that is a good day.
When I woke up this morning to have breakfast before going to work I start looking around the kitchen and realize that my opinions of my roommates have gone down over the years if the kitchen "wasn't too bad." Here is what is considered not that bad: dishes piling in the sick, cooked food on the counter, maybe a few dried sauce bits on the counter, a backpack, and a pile of mail. There were no clean bowls, but there were clean utensils and cups. The living room only had a few jerseys on the floor, and one bag of trash sitting around. Other than that there was nothing on the floor, except down the hall there was laundry bag (but no large piles of laundry). A little bit of my cereal was eaten, but not as much as I had expected. And I think that's about it.
As this thought went through my head this morning I started laughing. It really is sad, that that is a good day.
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