PMS

I have so many things to blog about....

My Birthday, The wonderful thing Paul did for a Lady at work, and Christmas so far.

I also want to blog about how so many people are miss using strong characterizing words, how much I secretly hate this time of year but I try an exhausting amount to like it, how much I wanna slap people who bring up marriage, or how much every single person over the last four-five days has bugged me as well as strongly hurt my feelings.

So I looked at a calendar.... yuuup. Here I am. Anyone else get worse symptoms during the winter? Or do I have full potential for this just to be me? I get angry cause "everyone is stupid" then I cry (literally... tears) because I don't believe that, so I resolve to be nicer to the next person I see........ then........ they open their mouths and there goes my goal.

March-October are NEVER this bad.

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That Does Sound Fantastic... and Weird

Last night was the BEST night I've had in an incredibly long time.

It started out terribly.

Here's how my May 27th went.

Work isn't important to this story.

Came home from work around 3:45 pm.

Tried to take a nap.

The neighbor kids were SCREAMING.

Couldn't sleep.

Lied there annoyed beyond belief.

Finally got up.

Ate a half can of peas.

Got excited for summer...

... fresh peas from the garden.

Ended up at the gym.

Ran for an hour.

Then did weights for an hour.

All while watching 16 and Pregnant.

While walking home from the gym,

Made a phone call.

While on the phone, became overly

Frustrated... Annoyed... Scared... Fed-up... Over Whelmed.

Bailed on my original plans. Sorry.

Sat on my bed Looked in the mirror and stressed about life altering choices.

Then... I decided to have a me night. Not a night of self-indulgence.

But simply a night to calm down.

So me nights actually take alot thought

And... have very strict rules.

(Here is where my night becomes good)

Rule #1 You have to feel pretty. For me this is always Freshly washed face Freshly brushed teeth Well nourished hair and.... cute underwear.

In order to accomplish this... I spend an hour and a half soaking

Not just any kind of bath...

All Lights off.

These instead.

Rule #2 Music Must be Played.

Not just any music though. The Apple Ipod Shuffle option... Is not an option.

Create a playlist.

Fit the mood exactly.

Delicate: Damien Rice

Cold Water: Damien Rice

Accidental Babies: Damien Rice

Wild Horses: Natasha Bedingfield

Amie: Damien Rice

Miserable At Best: Mayday Parade

The Conversation: Motion City Soundtrack

Just Another Old Love Song: Joe Purdy

Pigeon: Jump Little Children

Grey Room: Damien Rice

Don't Call Me Peanut: Bayside

Lullaby: Billy Joel

Little Black Heart: The Early November

Fire and Rain: James Taylor

More Than We Could Chew: Joel Pack

Burn: Ray Lamontagne

Jolene: Ray Lamontagne

Rule #3 Surround with Favorites.

Used favorite shampoo.

Used favorite tooth paste.

Wore favorite sweat pants.

and... underwear

Went to favorite convenient store (7-Eleven)

bought favorite treats:

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Rule #4 Sleep

Sleep Like you do at the end of yoga.

Breathing.

Eye lids s.l.o.w.l.y. getting heavier.

Rule #5 Think. Constantly.

This... Will be it's own post.

Later.

Yay or Nay

Flowers

Monday May 3, 2010 I took my last final for the spring semester of 2010 (most likely bombed it by the way). Anyways- bla bla bla and yada yada yada I was given a single white rose. May I just tell all of you how much I LOVE getting flowers. flowers are so beautiful and so simply elegant. I don't need to get them all the time- but I just really like getting them. I don't think they should be purchased often because they're expensive, but I don't they should be disregaurded for that reason. Lots of things are expensive. Suck it up- skip your coke for a week and buy the girl flowers! (Demetri Martin does this hilarious thing on flowers. he's like "I've never understood giving flowers to a loved one.... flowers die. I feel like they should be given as a threat- send a dozen roses with a note that says "you're next") O.... you think I'm bad with flowers??? don't even get me started on stuffed animals.... (I have a family of bears on my couch in my room... all brown and cream colors. They're the Smithenson family.)

Over the Shoulder Bolder Holder

I went shopping (last?) weekend with a good friend of mine. And bi-golly I was on a mission. You see- recently i've had 4 bra's.... disapear. I'm not pointing fingers or anything... (but i think it was misses scarlet in the dinning room with the candlestick). So yes... I needed some new bras. Victoria's secret. Thats right... I treated myself to some bra's of the Gods. I got there and anounced (loudly) that i was "too fat for this sale!" (Located at the front of the store were some bra's 2 for 32. they of course didn't have my size). I was quickly directed to the back of the store (where they put fat people) and set up with a bra specialist (do people dream of having this job?). The bra specialist asked me my size and what I was looking for. I simply said "36C and a good bra". She raised her eyebrow at me. Asked me if she could measure me. I said yes- confident in the information I had given her because I had infact been measured before (granted it was a while back). So I turn- face her- and assume the bra measuring position. She calmly informs me i'm not a 36- I am a 34- this makes me happy. Then decides to RUIN my day and tell me i am not a C... but infact a D. (I thought about slapping her mouth when she said that). She then bombarded me with like 20 bras. This one lifts and separates, that one is a push up, those two are demi's, that one has adjustable strapes, this one has no straps, over here is the full coverage, underwire, no wire, snap back, brown, pokadots, traditional, great support, little support, bettershape, and "my personal favorite" (her words... not sure what that ment.) I finally found the bra that was for me- spent way too much money and walked away. These bra's better not get stolen.... bra shopping is tramatic..... and Jerica owes me 5 dollars.