The past couple of weeks have been a series of firsts - my first run-in with credit card theft, my first time really turning in homework late, and the first time I admit I can't control the world!
What a bummer.
My cure for these let downs...just put on my headphones, pretend it doesn't exist, and just rock out!
What can be said about the past weekend...feh. first, I gotta say it. FUCK YOU, BIKE THIEVES! Yeah, Nates Pista got stolen...fat load of shit. Really.
The day was then followed into the evening with a truly uninspiring party, a restless nights sleep, crappy pho the next day, and spending $60 at Target for a fat load of nothing-really.
To add petty bitching to my dubious re-emergence to the blogosphere...i'm fucking swamped with homework and work-work (the kind I get paid for) and at 8:15 on Sunday night...instead of doing any of it...i'm about to curl up in bed with a book and get down to some serious sleepage. Oh, no doubt, I will freak the hell out tomorrow when I realize how much shit I have to do...but I will get it done.
And with that, my friends, I bid you good night...i'm shutting the loverly Mac off for the night and letting my brain do some calisthenics on its' own...
I tell ya, this has been the worst month and a half for my belly...first dysentary, and last night I had the worst food poisoning ever. Ugh, I was praying to the porcelain all night, and am so surprised I was able to peel myself out of bed to get ready for work today...
On the upside, I just got an email that today is PIZZA FRIDAY!!! How much does my job rock?! I'm almost over having had my cubicle changed, and now it's all about the pizza and the designing and the what-not...good times!
Lets just hope the delicious pizza stays where it belongs...
...i'm dead serious. Everyday i'm alive is a gift, and I won't forget.
Be a little bit nicer today, remind those you love how much you care, and take the time to enjoy the peace and beauty around you in the everyday...
Having a totally different relationship with money than you did as a kid. Or, at least it's what i'm learning every single day.
I'm just broke this month, and hence, bummed...
In non-bummer-ness...i'm getting back into the swing of things, organization-wise, and I think ultimate cleanliness will soon be mine!!!
For three or four days we had a small lizard, who I aptly named "Little Dood", who had taken up residence downstairs. He was great because we figured he was eating the ants and the spiders..
The best thing about Little Dood was how chill he was, you could pet him and he'd just be like, "yeah, whatever..." I guess he figured it was time to move on to bigger and better things...
Moving on...this month has been a spendy month indeed...usually, i'm not a big fan of the money spending, but this month it's been like water through the fingers...especially sucktastic when the mortgage and what-not comes through...as a result, i'm very positive that the partying will be put on hold for the remainder (and, yes I know it's only the third of September!!!!)
On that note, time to head off to work!
And already...broken camera, broken sunglasses, signed up for one of the wrong classes, lost my cubicle, and all my beer went flat.
Logically, Wednesday will be shades of great with a sprinkle of radness...followed by two days of awesome until the best weekend ever
That's my story, and i'm stickin' to it...
As is wont to happen...I'm losing my cubicle...
It could be worse (Oh wait...no it couldn't) My new spot is kinda tucked away and, like, half an open cubicle...but it's not my cubicle.
So, here's the thing, well, my theory, anyways about "open workspaces" and the like...being an 'artist' (ha!) i've always been really reclusive - work is for work, putting on some headphones and getting shit done and if you're a paranoid theory conspiracy-ist, you won't like feeling so...exposed. (Or, in first person jargon - i'm always watching my back...). Well, whatever, i've worked in all sorts of places and spaces, and the thing is - I really, really love my job , so whatever, I could work underneath a desk and be good with it. (Don't get me wrong...whoever gets my cubicle is so going to be getting the stink eye!)
So, yeah, i'm bummed, but that's the way the cookie crumbles...it's good to move places, it keeps things interesting I suppose, but i've got misgivings;
I suppose if it ends up being the height of suckitude, i'll just use my magical powers of persuasion to get my cube back...
(My apologies for the lack of photos, I keep getting an Internal Server error, DRAT!)
I've always thought of Nescafe as being this ubiquitous insta-coffee drink that no one ever really drank...I think i've only had it once before, during an interview..
And then there was Scotland.
There were coffee shops that served espresso drinks, but if I wanted a plain 'ol cup of joe, it was NESCAFE. Everywhere. I had packs of it in the B&B, at the donut shop, f***king Nescafe....
Maybe i'm in the wrong about this, but there is truly nothing delicious or tempting about 'granules'. I'm thinking hat perhapsit wasn't the food or water that got me, maybe it was the Nescafe granules...
Sheeeeeezly - Scotland messed me up. Srsly.
My stomach has been a mess of mess-taculness...I think there was something in the water, or the food, I have no idea...i'm going to try to peel myself away from the toilet and go lay down today...
...is with some stranger for the next nine days.
Sigh.
I'm pretty bummed, no lie.
