nasty breath afterwards, but totally worth it...

So today is one of those uneventful days when I'm all by myself at work... Don't worry, I'm writing this during my break, not when I'm supposed to be working. I'm hungry. I ordered take-out and I have to go get it in about 5 minutes. So I wait... slightly inpatiently, but I wait.

What did I do yesterday? Watched 4 hours of Gilmore Girls, (I bought Season 1) and then I went and returned a movie before the deadline... emphasis on BEFORE, because normally I have tons of late fees. But I am getting better at being punctual. Mornings aren't my favorite yet... actually as soon I as get out of bed, I'm so proud of myself for getting up because I really do like having lots of time... but it's that time in between, under the warm covers, when there's nothing that could convince me to move. That time, that retarded time, when my brain's all mushy and slow, and I'm still sleepy. Then, eventually, it becomes, 'if I don't get up now I'm going to run out of time' and I slowly get out of bed. Alas, I always wish I'd get up quicker as soon as I'm up... I'm going to work on that.

I can stay up as late as I want... well, the last two nights before last night, I watched a movie with a friend and I ended up falling asleep both times. I felt horrible, although she only noticed at the end of each movie, (well I think so), and so she still thought I was awake watching with her until the end... Yup, that makes me feel worse.

It's time!! Time to go get my food!! I'm getting caesar salad, and there's garlic bread with it! Nasty breath afterwards, but totally worth it...

They left me too long in the car!! 

undefined and blurry eyed

I'm sleepy. Well, not sleepy, but my eyes are stinging and watery. I don't know why, but I'm going to assume it may have something to do with my eye makeup remover that I used last night. I got home at midnight and had to get up at 6 am. That's not the shocker there, incase you thought that was an abnormality. I usually only get 6 or less hours of sleep. I've discovered that ideally, I should get 6 1/2 hours of sleep to function completely, but I get away usually with 4 - 5. But that's fine! The thing was, when I went to take my eye makeup off, my eyes stung and yet were drier than the desert. It's supposed to be good stuff, I assumed. But all throughout today, even with my contacts in, my eyes are burning!! And I feel like they look all red-rimmed... I don't do drugs!! But, I've checked in the mirror twice now... and it's not. Oh! Yesterday was my birthday however, and now I'm 20. I'm very excited!! So anyways, that's why I was up late last night. Once I have the pictures up, I'll tell you all about my birthday, but for now, trust me that it was awesome.

just a doorbell... harmless, right???

What did I do today?? Well, I got to work to discover that my boss had installed a doorbell. Not just a happy ding, an annoying chime that as my co-worker stated, "was a sound like a knife going through her eye." So, I set about seeing what the other options were on this door bell... having not had the door bell explained to me. There was the chime option, which is what it's on right now... then there was a 'delay' option and an 'instant' option. Yup... I know what you're all thinking... those should have been clues already that it was something I shouldn't be touching. Well, I touched it. I put it on the delay option, and opened the door. Nothing happened for a while... which was a little confusing, but made sense because it was on delay. What, exactly, was on delay was the thought that had not quite gone through any cognitive process in my mind...
until the delay moment was over, and the alarm went off.

Now, I've set the alarm off at my friend's house and what happens is a horribly loud clanging goes off and then the alarm company calls and I think you have to tell them a code or something to make them not send the police. Well, I panicked. I didn't know any code or anything and I wasn't sure when my boss would be in. So, the alarm went off. LOUD BEEPING. Rather annoying. And, someone from an office down the hall came running and we had to assure him through the door that we were fine. So I called my boss asking for the code to make the thing shut off. What? Nope, he doesn't know the code, his son knows the code and his son is out of town until some time in the afternoon. Excellent, right?? So what do I do? I considered taking a bat to it, but I'm not sure how my boss would've liked that if when he comes to work there's the newly installed door bell/alarm on the ground shattered in ten million pieces. But, fortunately, the alarm was not connected to an alarm company or anything, it just emits the most horrible sound ever. I thought about leaving it on, but besides annoying the entire building, I was pretty sure it would drive me and my entourage in the office out the second story window.

So, eventually, under the encouragement of the lady who shares the office with us, I climbed onto a chair again.. (the same chair I climbed on to commit the heinous crime of finding out what 'delay' does) and I ripped it off the wall enough to get the battery out. I yanked on a bunch of wires while trying to find the battery so maybe, I might have wrecked it enough that the doorbell option won't happen. I don't know. There isn't enough people in this office to warrant a doorbell... my desk is near the door and the door can't open without me seeing who's coming through... hence the no need for a doorbell. And the sound it makes is NOT worth it. My boss said he was coming shortly, so maybe if I talk nice, the doorbell will get taken away.

Just a doorbell... harmless, right??

acquited

Pardoned. Released. Forgiven. Powerful words, especially when something has been dangling over one's head for several months. Not that I didn't try and move on from it and give it to God, but now it's completely over. Completely gone. I have been forgiven. Who knew those 3 little words, "i forgive you", could be as powerful as "i love you". I know full well that I shouldn't be expecting us to ever be friends again... but atleast... atleast I know I'm forgiven. It's not important what I did, and I never told anyone... but atleast it's done. I am forgiven. I think I may sleep well tonight.

1. The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.

That's the first definition on http://www.dictionary.com for the word "serendipity". I must confess, I was intrigued by this definition because they quoted it on "Jacob Two-Two" a couple days ago. (Please remember, I am a nanny right now, so it's okay that I'm watching these shows.) They quoted it, actually on Monday, because the place I was going to that night was named "Serendipity". Which was funny, because I'm not sure that I want whatever I'm going to have be something that's a fortunate discovery by accident. But I think it's humorous and well thought of, and kudos to them for naming their place that.

I haven't seen the movie "Serendipity", although it now also intrigues me. For all of you that have seen the movie, you're probably rolling your eyes because it must be quoted in there a lot. WELL! In my defense, I have not seen the movie so I have not had the priviledge of being immersed in the description. So, jest if you must, but I now think the word is cool.

July 13, 2004

The expiration of the strudel that I ate today. July 13, 2004. You may ask, did I know the expiration date was so when I started eating it? Yes I did. Why, then did I start eating it? Well, I'm nuts.

I'm kidding. Although I am little disturbed at the amount of perservatives there must be in any sort of food item found in a gas station wrapped in cellophane, I thought perhaps the label was wrong. But, there was a few friends near it, other flavors of strudel, that had the same label, 2004, and then there was others that were not extinct yet, with July 2005 on them.

I watched the guy as he rung my purchase through, and I swear his face twitched when he sold me the strudel. I wanted to ask if the expiration date was really accurate on the strudel, but I would've bought it even it had been, so I didn't ask. Maybe sometime in the future, he'll take the rest of the dying strudel off the shelf and restock. Maybe I should call as a concerned friend to tell him that my friend just died from eating his extinct strudel. But, I won't. Why? Because I am not a raving fan.

So, I did eat the strudel. And kudos to the strudel's perservatives for having it relatively maintain its original blueberry taste. I ate the whole thing, although half way through, had a slight argument with my stomach as to whether this was an endeavor worth following through on... but I ate the whole thing. I still have the wrapper in my car. Yup.

Maybe the label was wrong, maybe they accidently typed 2004 because they're stuck in the past... or maybe it was right, and I should've waited until July 13, 2005 so it would've been a whole year since that strudel should've been taken off the shelf. Who knows... All I know is, I had a piercing pain in my side for about 5 minutes half an hour ago, several hours after consumption, and that's it. So, my year old strudel friend is probably now somewhere in my lower intestines, and we're fine. Unless it comes out funny, I think it'll be great. So... did I just eat it to cheat death? I'm not sure. It makes a great story though.

No day is so bad it can't be fixed with a nap. ~Carrie Snow

Well today is turning out to be one of those days when I'm super tired. I got to work today, (I'm a nanny) and I take care of their kids in their house. Which is fine... I'm okay with that. Only thing is... sometimes their house is cold. And by cold I mean it was 69 F... 21 C. Yup that's cold. Okay, well I think it was colder because it's raining outside and that cold followed me in. So what did I do? I turned up the heat to 77 F... 25 C... and turned on the fireplace. Now it's boiling and I'm melting... So I turned it down.

Anyways, I'm super sleepy today. I don't know why! Well, I do sort of know why. I haven't gotten a lot of sleep recently because I've been staying out late and getting up early for work so I only get about 4 hours of sleep. Apparently that's not enough. In my defense, my brother came to stay at my house because he had a conference in the city and didn't want to drive back to the city from home the next morning. My brother is 38, (a lot older than me), there's 18 years difference between us. So when I was growing up, I didn't spend a lot of time with him because he was off discovering the world... and I was off being a kid. So now I'm 20, and he's 38 with a family and kids... and this is the first time I've seen him in a couple months. Sometimes, he's like an older cousin that you only see at family gatherings. Or some person who has the same parents as me, but we're not really related. This all sounds really bad, but I love my brother, I'm just getting closer to him slowly.

the great joy of the airport

I have to say... I love airports. I dropped off a friend today really early this morning at the airport before I went to work... and I really love airports. I get to fly out next month and I'm psyched because I love wandering around airports. Something about the fact that you could go anywhere you wanted to. I think because the idea of running away still appeals to me every once and a while... just to take off and not tell anyone. Sometimes, I get in a self-pity mode and think no one would even notice if I was gone except if they needed a ride somewhere. My new middle name should be "taxi". I know I'm complaining, but I actually don't mind driving people or being able to help them out when they need it... it's all good. Just sometimes... sigh. I wish I didn't have to. It's all good.

They're draining the water mains today outside my work place... and the street's kinda flooded. Looks cool. I'm done my job here in 7 days... not 7 consecutive days mind you, but 7 days nonetheless. I want to make them great, the last 7 days, but I really don't enjoy this job... so I don't know. Good thing it's part-time. Still muddling over what I want to do as a career... I don't know. I've thought about becoming a paramedic, a doctor, a lawyer, a butcher, a baker, a candlestick-maker (just jokes on the last three)... and all in all, I don't know. I don't really want to be a teacher, which is like the default job it seems for most of my friends. Don't know what to do? Go into education. I'm sure they'll do great.

sleep deprived... bereft... lacking...fleeced

Yeah... whatever way you put it... I haven't had enough sleep. I went to my friend's grad party last night and I was out there until 1 am. Don't get me wrong, I totally could've stayed there for so much longer... but I had to get up at 6 this morning. Well, that's what I said when I left the party. I set my alarm for 6:45 am, and then got out of bed at about 7:30. So I got to work early anyways, but I was tired. I'm fighting some kind of head cold, and my head feels ten times bigger than it should be... but, it's all good. I'm going to get a chicken salad sandwich and a Coke for lunch, and come back here and EAT it. Yup... that's what I'm going to do.