It seems like just yesterday it was June. I really can't believe it's September. But anyway, I digress.
A lot of things have happened since I last posted:
A-Moved into a new house
B-Transferred to a new school
C-Made some new friends
D-Started school
E-Got a kitten
F-Quit my job
A. So Stephen and I moved from the house that we rented to his parents finished basement. It's nice. Plenty of closet space, and an open floor plan. We divided the large room that you first walk into from the upstairs into two: the living room/seating area and a little nook to read/office space. One of the closets is my painting area. The laundry room is also located downstairs. His parents' washer and dryer are awesome. They're front loaders, which is nice. I enjoy watching the water/clothes spin around. I also enjoy the bathroom. It's about 5 times as big as the one at the other house. That bathroom was not only ugly, but crazy small as well. I'm happy to get away from the 70's brown that had invaded that bathroom- brown sink, brown cabinets, brown toilet, and brown bathtub. Ugh, I never knew that I really disliked brown in the bathroom. (haha, no pun intended.)
Every now and then I get annoyed with living here. Only because it's like living with your parents again, and they're not even my parents. Sometimes I don't get the alone time that I want, but oh well. They mean well. I'm sure they get just as frustrated living with us. haha. The thing that bothers me the most, is the fact that it seems like they don't respect the fact that I don't want the cats to get outside. In fact, a lot of the times they open the door when I'm not home and allow the cats out. I'm not trying to be a terrible person by keeping the cats indoors, I'm trying to keep my cats healthy/protected. The cats don't have their shots and could get any number of illnesses (rabies, feline aids, feline leukemia, fleas, etc.). I don't have the money to take them to the vet and I certainly don't want them to get hurt/die. I understand that the older cats were once outdoor cats, but they are no longer outdoor cats. I don't have the energy to constantly fight to keep them inside when a door is opened. What makes it harder to keep them outside, is if they're let outside. It makes them crave the outdoors just that much more. Oh well. End rant. haha.
B/D. So I graduated from Lakeland in May with my Associate of Arts degree. Doesn't really mean much, as it will not help me get a job. haha. I just figured I would get it so more of my classes would transfer over to another college. I'm currently enrolled at Ursuline for Art Therapy. I have 2 years until I'll have my Bachelors, and 4 years until I'll have my Masters. I'm not sure if I want to get my PHD or not. So far it's been interesting. I'm taking 5 Classes: Abnormal Psych, Metalcrafting, a class on culture, Hebrew Scripture (the old testament), and Christian Theology. I'm not too fond of the religion courses, but that's what I get for going to a private catholic university. haha. It's required for the degree, so I just have to put up with it and learn as much as I can. There's a lot of reading though that I'm not used to. I'm not sure if it's because I was going to a community college or what, but shit. haha. 12 chapters a week seems a little much, especially since most of the chapters are at least 40 pages with 8pt font. Oh well. I'm mainly concerned with the religion courses, since one is an online course. Totally didn't know it was an online course, until the first day of class. *GULP* STUDY POWER!
C. I met this girl while I was working at the photolab at school who mentioned a drum circle that she went to every week. Sounded like good time, so I've been going every Thursday since May. The people are really awesome, and are really fun to chat with and play drums with. I've been learning how to play the doumbek. Steve actually just got me a ceramic one with a goatskin head. It's beautiful, and sounds beautiful, but it's something I'll have to get used to. I had been playing on whatever extra drums were available there, mainly aluminum with synthetic heads. They have a completely different sound. The ones there are also about 4-5 inches wider than the one I have, which makes it easier to play. I'm sure eventually I'll get the hang of it, its just a little frustrating. The glaze colors and carvings on the base is amazing though. It's made by a company called 'Full Circle Drums'. I'd like to get either a Meinl doumbek or a doumbek from Egypt (these are a little expensive), but I'll have to save up for them.
E. I got a new kitten and named him Rosco. He's the most rambunctious kitten I've ever met. Full of piss and vinegar, tons of energy, and crazy playful. I wasn't planning on getting a new kitten, I just had come home one day and Steve's mom said that she had a surprise under her bed. I went to check and it was this cute little kitten. I scooped him up and said 'MINE!' haha. He's adorable, but also I had other motives for doing so. It's probably not my place, but Steve's mom just sold her last dog, and has given away 3 cats after they grew up- All of which I had grown attached to. I just couldn't see another animal brought into the family, raised, and then given to the humane society for some reason. My other 3 cats didn't seem to appreciate bringing in a new family member, especially the baby, Chanel. They now all seem to be adjusting well to Rosco, and have been playing with him. Smokey loves to play with the kitten, the kitten loves to play with Charlies tail, and Chanel just likes to watch the kitten play and be obnoxious.
F. I've seriously been talking about quitting my job for years, and finally just got fed up with the BS that had been going on. It wasn't fair, and I was constantly being harassed every time I walked into the place. So I've been unemployed for a few days. Seems a little strange to me. Just feels like I'm on vacation. haah. I've applied for work at Borders, CVS, and Starbucks so far. I'm really hoping to get a call back soon.
Well, that's it for now. I'm exhausted.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
oh dear.
I'm really frustrated right now. haha. What's new, right? But in all seriousness. I think there is something seriously wrong with me.
I've been trying for months to start losing weight. It just makes me want to cry. I lose 10 pounds and gain back 20. I know that there are things I can do better (ie: healthier eating, exercising more), it's just frustrating. It's hard to keep going when I just keep gaining weight. I just feel completely disgusted with myself. Every picture that I see of myself, I just want to erase me out of the image. Even when I try to dress up, I just feel like I'm mocking the idea because I look terrible. The outfits that I want to wear would look cute on someone that was thinner, but they look horrible on me because I'm fat. I hate it. I don't want to go out with people. I don't want to wear nice clothes because it just brings attention to the fact that I'm fat.
I really hate these feelings that I have towards myself right now. I know that some of them won't go away just because I lose the weight that I want, but I'm sure that I wouldn't want to disappear in public and I'm sure that I'd be a bit happier. Right now there are times that I don't even want to get out of bed. This is probably bordering on depression...
Even when I go to the gym, I feel like people are watching me, probably snickering at the fat girl trying to run on a treadmill. I feel ridiculous. I know I have to do it, and that's fine. I know that I have to face these feelings so they will go away, but I just feel so childish about it. It's embarrassing. Steve wants me to go out and exercise with him or take up Taekwondo with him, but I feel like people would make fun of me if I tried. Booooo.
I just hope I can just let these inhibitions go sooner, rather than later. I want to enjoy my life, not feel like I have to hide because I'm fat.
I've been trying for months to start losing weight. It just makes me want to cry. I lose 10 pounds and gain back 20. I know that there are things I can do better (ie: healthier eating, exercising more), it's just frustrating. It's hard to keep going when I just keep gaining weight. I just feel completely disgusted with myself. Every picture that I see of myself, I just want to erase me out of the image. Even when I try to dress up, I just feel like I'm mocking the idea because I look terrible. The outfits that I want to wear would look cute on someone that was thinner, but they look horrible on me because I'm fat. I hate it. I don't want to go out with people. I don't want to wear nice clothes because it just brings attention to the fact that I'm fat.
I really hate these feelings that I have towards myself right now. I know that some of them won't go away just because I lose the weight that I want, but I'm sure that I wouldn't want to disappear in public and I'm sure that I'd be a bit happier. Right now there are times that I don't even want to get out of bed. This is probably bordering on depression...
Even when I go to the gym, I feel like people are watching me, probably snickering at the fat girl trying to run on a treadmill. I feel ridiculous. I know I have to do it, and that's fine. I know that I have to face these feelings so they will go away, but I just feel so childish about it. It's embarrassing. Steve wants me to go out and exercise with him or take up Taekwondo with him, but I feel like people would make fun of me if I tried. Booooo.
I just hope I can just let these inhibitions go sooner, rather than later. I want to enjoy my life, not feel like I have to hide because I'm fat.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Stress of it all...
Oh man. I can't even begin to explain the heaviness I feel. I'm not even sure what the cause of this weight is, but it's really frustrating. I feel alone and like I always mess things up. Like no one wants to be around me, not even myself. I've been feeling indifferent and slightly sad. Almost like I don't want to live, but I sure don't want to die. I hope that doesn't concern anyone, but I don't even think anyone reads this anyway. If there is someone reading, they're probably just laughing at how stupid I am.
I've been feeling this way for a little while now. I don't like it. I'm not sure exactly how to stop it. I can't pinpoint the exact start, but I remember feeling extremely heavy after the day I gave blood.
I decided to give blood after class, right before work. I don't really enjoy giving blood, so I'm not sure what compelled me to do so. It's the needles and the fact that everyone can watch as you're being drained that doesn't appeal to me. The last time I had given blood was 5 years prior, and I was extremely sick afterward. Maybe I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. I waited 2 hours to give blood. As each moment passed, the tenser I became. When the bag was full to the max, this beeping started. I guess it was to let the nurse know to come take the needle out. She didn't respond right away, and the beeping became like a panicked heart rate monitor. Freaked me out. When she ripped the needle from my arm, tears streamed down my face. The tension and fear had just mounted. I felt embarrassed because people were just starting at me. All the nurse could say was 'oh, you're fine!', as if I was annoying her. I grabbed my juice, cookies, and water and headed to work.
When I got on the freeway into my desired lane, I realized that I was completely surrounded by these huge 16-wheeler trucks. I hate being beside even just one of these vehicles. It just makes me uneasy. Of course, today just had to be the day where there were 4 around me, blocking me in like a cage. All I could do was laugh.
Just as I was adjusting to this uncomfortable situation, I get a phone call from my mother. She was frantic and in a state of panic. She told me that she was going to commit suicide this evening because her life is so horrible that she can't take it anymore. She can't take wondering if she could pay her bills and she can't take the fact that her children hate her. I don't remember what I said, but it seemed to calm her. I got off the phone and it was time to work.
I put on a happy face, and pretended that everything was fine, even though I'm not sure if everything is fine. All I remember is being parked in my drive way at home. I took the key out of the ignition and just began to sob. I cried until I just couldn't cry anymore. I went inside and tried to talk to Steve, but he was distracted with WOW and I didn't want to distract him. I went to sleep.
The next day was my painting class. I looked forward to it, thinking that maybe I could release some of the feelings that I was having into something else so I wouldn't have to harbor it. I finished two paintings, but the feelings still stuck. Later that night, Steve had a show to play at the Cove. I helped out by recording the show for them, which I fucked up because I wasn't thinking. I was trying to get the best angle for things. Steve let me know that it's not a camera, that I should have just stuck to one. I thought that they could just flip the image in an editing program... Oops.
While at the show, I saw this guy walk past me that looked extremely familiar. I thought he was this kid that I went to high school with, DJ, but I figured that it wouldn't have been him because they live like 3 hours away. When he walked past me again, I knew it was him. I tapped him on the shoulder and said hi. Two other people that I went to school were there with him, and we all went outside for a smoke and a talk. It blew my mind that they were there. Still does. They told me what was happening in my hometown, letting me know about the current state of my best friends in high school. All of them are severe drug addicts, barely holding onto life. One actually died.
I'm devastated. I feel like part of it is my fault. What if I hadn't moved here? Could I have been the one person to save them? Or would I be stuck in that shit? Would I be dead? It's overwhelming. I feel tremendous guilt, but I don't even know that if I would have stayed, if would have changed anything. Steve told me that one person doesn't make that much of a difference. I beg to differ. One person showing that they care, and they are willing to support a friend, can affect a lot. One person can make someone happy, and yet at the same time, one person can make someone feel like they are complete shit. One person holds power, even if they don't want to acknowledge it. I feel responsible because I didn't help. I didn't know, but I'm still responsible.
At times my mother drives me crazy. She brings unnecessary drama to situations. She knows how to manipulate people to get the outcome that she wants. She knows how to make me hurt. She hurts everyone, friends and family alike. She has no boundaries, almost ruthless and cut-throat. She likes to kick me when I'm down. At times she can encourage, but it's very rare. I feel horrible because I cannot help my mother. There is nothing that I can say or do to make her feel better. It is part of her illness(es). She wants help, but she is too proud to accept it. She wants people to hear her, yet she doesn't listen to what they say. I feel horrible because there are times that I hate my mother so much, it's unbelievable. I don't want to hate, anything. Especially my own mother. She's my mother for Christ's sake. Isn't a child supposed to love a parent unconditionally, no matter how much pain they've caused? Isn't that a part of being a family? I'm attached, someway, somehow. I can't break that attachment. She's the only parent I've ever known. If I lose her, I feel that I've lost everything. How do you explain that to a person that has no desire to hear how you'd feel if she was gone?
Maybe I'm like my mother and that's why people don't like me. Maybe I push people away. I fear opening up to people will show how weak I am. I fear that people just won't understand. My feelings are so raw and unpredictable right now. I feel like I can't be myself. If you read this... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I feel like I'm going to explode.
I've been feeling this way for a little while now. I don't like it. I'm not sure exactly how to stop it. I can't pinpoint the exact start, but I remember feeling extremely heavy after the day I gave blood.
I decided to give blood after class, right before work. I don't really enjoy giving blood, so I'm not sure what compelled me to do so. It's the needles and the fact that everyone can watch as you're being drained that doesn't appeal to me. The last time I had given blood was 5 years prior, and I was extremely sick afterward. Maybe I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. I waited 2 hours to give blood. As each moment passed, the tenser I became. When the bag was full to the max, this beeping started. I guess it was to let the nurse know to come take the needle out. She didn't respond right away, and the beeping became like a panicked heart rate monitor. Freaked me out. When she ripped the needle from my arm, tears streamed down my face. The tension and fear had just mounted. I felt embarrassed because people were just starting at me. All the nurse could say was 'oh, you're fine!', as if I was annoying her. I grabbed my juice, cookies, and water and headed to work.
When I got on the freeway into my desired lane, I realized that I was completely surrounded by these huge 16-wheeler trucks. I hate being beside even just one of these vehicles. It just makes me uneasy. Of course, today just had to be the day where there were 4 around me, blocking me in like a cage. All I could do was laugh.
Just as I was adjusting to this uncomfortable situation, I get a phone call from my mother. She was frantic and in a state of panic. She told me that she was going to commit suicide this evening because her life is so horrible that she can't take it anymore. She can't take wondering if she could pay her bills and she can't take the fact that her children hate her. I don't remember what I said, but it seemed to calm her. I got off the phone and it was time to work.
I put on a happy face, and pretended that everything was fine, even though I'm not sure if everything is fine. All I remember is being parked in my drive way at home. I took the key out of the ignition and just began to sob. I cried until I just couldn't cry anymore. I went inside and tried to talk to Steve, but he was distracted with WOW and I didn't want to distract him. I went to sleep.
The next day was my painting class. I looked forward to it, thinking that maybe I could release some of the feelings that I was having into something else so I wouldn't have to harbor it. I finished two paintings, but the feelings still stuck. Later that night, Steve had a show to play at the Cove. I helped out by recording the show for them, which I fucked up because I wasn't thinking. I was trying to get the best angle for things. Steve let me know that it's not a camera, that I should have just stuck to one. I thought that they could just flip the image in an editing program... Oops.
While at the show, I saw this guy walk past me that looked extremely familiar. I thought he was this kid that I went to high school with, DJ, but I figured that it wouldn't have been him because they live like 3 hours away. When he walked past me again, I knew it was him. I tapped him on the shoulder and said hi. Two other people that I went to school were there with him, and we all went outside for a smoke and a talk. It blew my mind that they were there. Still does. They told me what was happening in my hometown, letting me know about the current state of my best friends in high school. All of them are severe drug addicts, barely holding onto life. One actually died.
I'm devastated. I feel like part of it is my fault. What if I hadn't moved here? Could I have been the one person to save them? Or would I be stuck in that shit? Would I be dead? It's overwhelming. I feel tremendous guilt, but I don't even know that if I would have stayed, if would have changed anything. Steve told me that one person doesn't make that much of a difference. I beg to differ. One person showing that they care, and they are willing to support a friend, can affect a lot. One person can make someone happy, and yet at the same time, one person can make someone feel like they are complete shit. One person holds power, even if they don't want to acknowledge it. I feel responsible because I didn't help. I didn't know, but I'm still responsible.
At times my mother drives me crazy. She brings unnecessary drama to situations. She knows how to manipulate people to get the outcome that she wants. She knows how to make me hurt. She hurts everyone, friends and family alike. She has no boundaries, almost ruthless and cut-throat. She likes to kick me when I'm down. At times she can encourage, but it's very rare. I feel horrible because I cannot help my mother. There is nothing that I can say or do to make her feel better. It is part of her illness(es). She wants help, but she is too proud to accept it. She wants people to hear her, yet she doesn't listen to what they say. I feel horrible because there are times that I hate my mother so much, it's unbelievable. I don't want to hate, anything. Especially my own mother. She's my mother for Christ's sake. Isn't a child supposed to love a parent unconditionally, no matter how much pain they've caused? Isn't that a part of being a family? I'm attached, someway, somehow. I can't break that attachment. She's the only parent I've ever known. If I lose her, I feel that I've lost everything. How do you explain that to a person that has no desire to hear how you'd feel if she was gone?
Maybe I'm like my mother and that's why people don't like me. Maybe I push people away. I fear opening up to people will show how weak I am. I fear that people just won't understand. My feelings are so raw and unpredictable right now. I feel like I can't be myself. If you read this... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I feel like I'm going to explode.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Oh dear.
So this week was Spring Break. I had a whole list of items to accomplish, yet all I've managed to do is stay up late, over sleep, and finish nothing on that list. haha. So I have 3 final days left to attempt to finish it.
My ultimate goal is to complete these 2 lingering essays to the university I want to get into. I'm suck on how to start them. I have ideas on how I want them to be, but I just can't figure out how to get the ball rolling. It'll come...
I stopped up at Barnes and Noble the other day looking for Kelly Cutrone's new book, "If You Have To Cry, Go Outside." They were sold out, so I had to put an order in for it. It came in yesterday, so Steve picked it up for me. I started reading it, and I just couldn't put it down until I was finished. Crazy awesome book. It really inspired me.
Anyway, by writing this, I'm prolonging the time it will take to finish the list. Therefore, I'm off to start it. :)
My ultimate goal is to complete these 2 lingering essays to the university I want to get into. I'm suck on how to start them. I have ideas on how I want them to be, but I just can't figure out how to get the ball rolling. It'll come...
I stopped up at Barnes and Noble the other day looking for Kelly Cutrone's new book, "If You Have To Cry, Go Outside." They were sold out, so I had to put an order in for it. It came in yesterday, so Steve picked it up for me. I started reading it, and I just couldn't put it down until I was finished. Crazy awesome book. It really inspired me.
Anyway, by writing this, I'm prolonging the time it will take to finish the list. Therefore, I'm off to start it. :)
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sheesh.
I can't believe it's February already!! Crazy. I can remember when I was younger, time seemed to stand still. Months took forever to reach the next, and it just always seemed like enough time had passed until the next activity started. I could never understand when I'd hear people say 'time flies', but I'd always agree with them out of courtesy. I now understand that phrase though. Now, with deadlines approaching nearer each moment, I'm fighting to win the battle against the clock. There are so many tasks that I want to complete. Frankly, too many tasks. haha. But I'm just going to keep on keeping on.
This semester so far has been pretty awesome. I'm taking courses in geology, french 2, behavior modification (I'll refer to it as b-mod), and painting 2. What's awesome is that I haven't been late to a single class, and I haven't skipped a class either. (GASP!- I know, I'm proud too!). Painting 2 is my favorite, but b-mod is probably the most interesting. Right now, we are learning how to change our current behavior into the goal behavior that we'd like to have. There's a lot of steps that go into that, but I'm still learning them all. haha.
My goal is to increase my creative productivity. Also, instead of wasting time, I'd like to create a schedule that I can abide by to increase activity. Instead of spending hours on the internet(I really don't know where the time goes, I just get sucked into that black hole of a search engine...), I'd like to devote my time towards things that will be productive (Ie: cleaning the house, doing chores, homework, working out, couple time, "me" time, and being creative). I think that if I have a schedule to follow, it will be easier to implement my goal habits into effect. There's a lot to be done, but I'm positive that as long as I'm putting an effort into the change, everything else will fall into place.
Geology is kinda lame, but it gets me up early to do something with the rest of my day. (Side note: Oh man. I'm watching the Price is Right. This dude totally just made a fool of himself, but I'm laughing so hard. So thank you dude. haha. I must say, I love the new dresses the showgirls have to wear.) French is fun. I just feel kinda retarded because I just can't remember everything. It makes it tough when you are 1 of 3 students who have never seen the information before and the other 12 students had 4 years of French in high school. It seems a little unfair. Bah. I signed up last week for a tutor, and the other 2 students that are having issues are in a study group with me, so hopefully all these efforts will not go to waste! I should probably do more on livemocha. Scratch that, I'm going to do more on livemocha. haha.
Anywhoo. I bought a gym membership last week. I had one before, but i just didn't use it. I made excuses as to why I couldn't go and all that, but I'm refusing to waste $400. ( Oh man. I could have gone to Target. haha. or Ulta. haha. or Cat Patan's. haha.) I think I made the right decision. I'm excited, I meet with a trainer on Wednesday. I'm a little nervous because the dude is crazy beefy and he's probably going to kick my ass, but it's all in the name of health!
This semester so far has been pretty awesome. I'm taking courses in geology, french 2, behavior modification (I'll refer to it as b-mod), and painting 2. What's awesome is that I haven't been late to a single class, and I haven't skipped a class either. (GASP!- I know, I'm proud too!). Painting 2 is my favorite, but b-mod is probably the most interesting. Right now, we are learning how to change our current behavior into the goal behavior that we'd like to have. There's a lot of steps that go into that, but I'm still learning them all. haha.
My goal is to increase my creative productivity. Also, instead of wasting time, I'd like to create a schedule that I can abide by to increase activity. Instead of spending hours on the internet(I really don't know where the time goes, I just get sucked into that black hole of a search engine...), I'd like to devote my time towards things that will be productive (Ie: cleaning the house, doing chores, homework, working out, couple time, "me" time, and being creative). I think that if I have a schedule to follow, it will be easier to implement my goal habits into effect. There's a lot to be done, but I'm positive that as long as I'm putting an effort into the change, everything else will fall into place.
Geology is kinda lame, but it gets me up early to do something with the rest of my day. (Side note: Oh man. I'm watching the Price is Right. This dude totally just made a fool of himself, but I'm laughing so hard. So thank you dude. haha. I must say, I love the new dresses the showgirls have to wear.) French is fun. I just feel kinda retarded because I just can't remember everything. It makes it tough when you are 1 of 3 students who have never seen the information before and the other 12 students had 4 years of French in high school. It seems a little unfair. Bah. I signed up last week for a tutor, and the other 2 students that are having issues are in a study group with me, so hopefully all these efforts will not go to waste! I should probably do more on livemocha. Scratch that, I'm going to do more on livemocha. haha.
Anywhoo. I bought a gym membership last week. I had one before, but i just didn't use it. I made excuses as to why I couldn't go and all that, but I'm refusing to waste $400. ( Oh man. I could have gone to Target. haha. or Ulta. haha. or Cat Patan's. haha.) I think I made the right decision. I'm excited, I meet with a trainer on Wednesday. I'm a little nervous because the dude is crazy beefy and he's probably going to kick my ass, but it's all in the name of health!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
2010 Resolutions!
So! It's that time for the end of a year and the beginning of another. Ah, New Years. In the past I've done resolution lists so long it would take someone 40 years to complete... So this year I'm opting to keep it simple by limiting myself to 10 resolutions max. Here they are!
01) Lose weight! (100 lbs to be exact...)
02) Be on time! (Stick to a schedule/routine.)
03) Stop procrastinating! (Just do it!)
04) Eat Healthier! (No fast food or very rarely.)
05) Read more! (Knowledge=Power.)
06) Stay organized! (Keep a home Martha would be proud of.)
07) Watch my spending!
08) Do more art!
09) Feel more confident, smile more, and feel beautiful!
10) Love and Accept Thy Self!
01) Lose weight! (100 lbs to be exact...)
02) Be on time! (Stick to a schedule/routine.)
03) Stop procrastinating! (Just do it!)
04) Eat Healthier! (No fast food or very rarely.)
05) Read more! (Knowledge=Power.)
06) Stay organized! (Keep a home Martha would be proud of.)
07) Watch my spending!
08) Do more art!
09) Feel more confident, smile more, and feel beautiful!
10) Love and Accept Thy Self!
Holidays!
Well I hope your holidays were just as festive as mine were! I had tons of fun and enjoyed the company of cuddable kittens, friends in mittens, and sweet Stevie-Pie! haha.
The festivities began after work on Christmas Eve with a gathering of family friends at our place. We smashed a peppermint pig and recollected fond memories of the year, and popped open some holiday crackers to start some memories for next year. Both of these traditions root from England. Peppermint is supposedly good luck, and the large POP! from the crackers are supposed to ward off evil spirits and bring luck. I wanted to start some family traditions, since I never really had any. haha. So far, the crowd finds the traditions gay and tacky, but I'm determined to keep them going! haha. Maybe one day we will all laugh about how I wanted to start some sort of tradition. OR! Maybe over the years more traditions will just somehow fall into place. (Yes, peppermint pigs and holiday crackers will still be around.)
Our guests stayed until about 11:30PM, playing games and snacking on foods. After the guests departed, The kittens, Steve and I all opened our stockings. The cats got some new toys (Chanel's favorite is a new laser-pointer); Steve got some hot sauce, pop rocks, and some other random desk toys for work; I got a sweet new Betsey Johnson wallet, candy, a decorative owl, and some new Mocha Rose lip balm. I pleaded and begged Steve to open our presents then, but he insisted that we wait until morning. I reluctantly obliged.
The next morning, Steve woke me up at 9AM. I remember my first groggy word was 'PRESENTS?!' all excited, yet still wanting to sleep. We both got some really awesome stuff. Steve got the new season of Robot Chicken, the new Call of Duty game that he wanted, candles from White Barn in his favorite scent, and some manly man stuff (IE: Shaving cream, Shampoo/body wash stuff, and Razors). I got some really awesome books, a night sky projection kit, two owl necklaces, an electronic glass scale, and a couple wii games. After opening gifts I made some hot cocoa and we watched some movies together on Netflix until it was time to go to his parents house.
We went to Steve's parents house around 6:30PM (late of course, due to my sluggish momentum). We opened gifts and ate food. Then some of us played beer pong in the basement. It was my first time ever playing it, and I must say it was pretty awesome. I really do hate the taste of beer though, but in small amounts for the game it wasn't too bad. I love that Linzy and Brian bought the beer pong set at Sheetz. Next year, I'm feeling multiple rounds. haha.
Monday was my birthday. Turned the big 2-2. haha. Sometimes I feel so old, even though everytime I say that, someone wants to whack me in the head. haha. I requested the day off from work and enjoyed the day. Didn't really do much except shop online. I ordered a sweet new bag from thinkgeek.com. It's a cassette shaped bag. I got some other stuff, but I can't honestly remember what I got. I saw this commercial for a colossal cupcake mold for $19.95 (bigtopcupcake.com)and I really, really want it. haha. There's a free gift of 3D animal cookie cutters which is an added bonus. Though I have a feeling that if I order it, there won't be much use with it. But who knows. It just may be so awesome that I won't be able to contain the awesomeness and will have to bake a cake at least once a month. haha. It's a little ridiculous, but come on. How can you pass it up after seeing the animal cupcakes. haha. I'm totally buying it next paycheck. haha. I'm such a sucker. haha.
After wasting most of the day on the internet, Steve and I went out to eat with my friends, Nikki and Dean. We went to Red Robin (yum). It was delish! Then we all went to Target and perused the aisles. I came home with a brand new tea kettle since mine is rusting, some cake mix, some cookie mix, and a multi-color display alarm clock. My new tea kettle is so cute and green. I decided to get a new alarm clock since I can no longer hear my alarms in the morning. haha.
Tuesday was pretty cool. Slept in until 11, then met Steve for lunch at 12:30. Got my registration renewed on my car (JETTA LOVE!). Then hung out with Nikki at the mall. We picked out a dress outfit for Dean to wear on Thursday to this Croatian dinner that they're attending with family. Then I went with Nikki to her hair appointment in Willoughby. It's a really cute salon! They also act as a gallery by hanging works from local artists up for sale. I think I'm actually going to go back and get my hair done tomorrow. :) (Er, later today.)
I found this really cute bob style cut. It's shorter, which I like. I just don't look good with long hair. My hair is too fine. Once it gets a certain length (like it's at currently) it just knots and tangles and is just a real pain. I know longer hair is supposed to be easier to take care of, but I hate it. haah. I'm also thinking about dying my hair redish brown..... Or maybe just keeping it blonde, but doing some touch ups on the roots. We'll see. I've invited Ana to come with me, because I always need a second opinion. haha. Hopefully she comes with me :)
After Nikki's haircut, it was time for Steve and I to meet up with his parents for my birthday dinner. I wanted to go to the brewery, but Steve wanted to save that for a special ocassion with just us. So, he suggested Capps. It's a homely restaurant in the middle of nowhere, where the food is absolutely delicious, and the portions are large. haha. Steve wanted me to drive the Jetta, so I did. haha. We picked up his parents and began the drive. :) When we got there it was a little chilly inside, and the service was slow due the busy-ness (it's practically the only restaurant in town), but it was still a good meal. I had some salad (which I split with steve), these delicious garlic balls (oh my gosh! so good- one of my favorites), and the spaghetti and meatball special. Steve had a sub, as did his mom, and his dad had some baked ziti. Mmmmmm! I almost got a calzone, but I craved some homemade pasta and meatballs when the waitress announced the specials. The dish brought back memories of eating my favorite meal as a child (Spaghetti and meatballs) at my favorite restaurant back home (Camelot). MMmm!
The festivities began after work on Christmas Eve with a gathering of family friends at our place. We smashed a peppermint pig and recollected fond memories of the year, and popped open some holiday crackers to start some memories for next year. Both of these traditions root from England. Peppermint is supposedly good luck, and the large POP! from the crackers are supposed to ward off evil spirits and bring luck. I wanted to start some family traditions, since I never really had any. haha. So far, the crowd finds the traditions gay and tacky, but I'm determined to keep them going! haha. Maybe one day we will all laugh about how I wanted to start some sort of tradition. OR! Maybe over the years more traditions will just somehow fall into place. (Yes, peppermint pigs and holiday crackers will still be around.)
Our guests stayed until about 11:30PM, playing games and snacking on foods. After the guests departed, The kittens, Steve and I all opened our stockings. The cats got some new toys (Chanel's favorite is a new laser-pointer); Steve got some hot sauce, pop rocks, and some other random desk toys for work; I got a sweet new Betsey Johnson wallet, candy, a decorative owl, and some new Mocha Rose lip balm. I pleaded and begged Steve to open our presents then, but he insisted that we wait until morning. I reluctantly obliged.
The next morning, Steve woke me up at 9AM. I remember my first groggy word was 'PRESENTS?!' all excited, yet still wanting to sleep. We both got some really awesome stuff. Steve got the new season of Robot Chicken, the new Call of Duty game that he wanted, candles from White Barn in his favorite scent, and some manly man stuff (IE: Shaving cream, Shampoo/body wash stuff, and Razors). I got some really awesome books, a night sky projection kit, two owl necklaces, an electronic glass scale, and a couple wii games. After opening gifts I made some hot cocoa and we watched some movies together on Netflix until it was time to go to his parents house.
We went to Steve's parents house around 6:30PM (late of course, due to my sluggish momentum). We opened gifts and ate food. Then some of us played beer pong in the basement. It was my first time ever playing it, and I must say it was pretty awesome. I really do hate the taste of beer though, but in small amounts for the game it wasn't too bad. I love that Linzy and Brian bought the beer pong set at Sheetz. Next year, I'm feeling multiple rounds. haha.
Monday was my birthday. Turned the big 2-2. haha. Sometimes I feel so old, even though everytime I say that, someone wants to whack me in the head. haha. I requested the day off from work and enjoyed the day. Didn't really do much except shop online. I ordered a sweet new bag from thinkgeek.com. It's a cassette shaped bag. I got some other stuff, but I can't honestly remember what I got. I saw this commercial for a colossal cupcake mold for $19.95 (bigtopcupcake.com)and I really, really want it. haha. There's a free gift of 3D animal cookie cutters which is an added bonus. Though I have a feeling that if I order it, there won't be much use with it. But who knows. It just may be so awesome that I won't be able to contain the awesomeness and will have to bake a cake at least once a month. haha. It's a little ridiculous, but come on. How can you pass it up after seeing the animal cupcakes. haha. I'm totally buying it next paycheck. haha. I'm such a sucker. haha.
After wasting most of the day on the internet, Steve and I went out to eat with my friends, Nikki and Dean. We went to Red Robin (yum). It was delish! Then we all went to Target and perused the aisles. I came home with a brand new tea kettle since mine is rusting, some cake mix, some cookie mix, and a multi-color display alarm clock. My new tea kettle is so cute and green. I decided to get a new alarm clock since I can no longer hear my alarms in the morning. haha.
Tuesday was pretty cool. Slept in until 11, then met Steve for lunch at 12:30. Got my registration renewed on my car (JETTA LOVE!). Then hung out with Nikki at the mall. We picked out a dress outfit for Dean to wear on Thursday to this Croatian dinner that they're attending with family. Then I went with Nikki to her hair appointment in Willoughby. It's a really cute salon! They also act as a gallery by hanging works from local artists up for sale. I think I'm actually going to go back and get my hair done tomorrow. :) (Er, later today.)
I found this really cute bob style cut. It's shorter, which I like. I just don't look good with long hair. My hair is too fine. Once it gets a certain length (like it's at currently) it just knots and tangles and is just a real pain. I know longer hair is supposed to be easier to take care of, but I hate it. haah. I'm also thinking about dying my hair redish brown..... Or maybe just keeping it blonde, but doing some touch ups on the roots. We'll see. I've invited Ana to come with me, because I always need a second opinion. haha. Hopefully she comes with me :)
After Nikki's haircut, it was time for Steve and I to meet up with his parents for my birthday dinner. I wanted to go to the brewery, but Steve wanted to save that for a special ocassion with just us. So, he suggested Capps. It's a homely restaurant in the middle of nowhere, where the food is absolutely delicious, and the portions are large. haha. Steve wanted me to drive the Jetta, so I did. haha. We picked up his parents and began the drive. :) When we got there it was a little chilly inside, and the service was slow due the busy-ness (it's practically the only restaurant in town), but it was still a good meal. I had some salad (which I split with steve), these delicious garlic balls (oh my gosh! so good- one of my favorites), and the spaghetti and meatball special. Steve had a sub, as did his mom, and his dad had some baked ziti. Mmmmmm! I almost got a calzone, but I craved some homemade pasta and meatballs when the waitress announced the specials. The dish brought back memories of eating my favorite meal as a child (Spaghetti and meatballs) at my favorite restaurant back home (Camelot). MMmm!
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