I have decided that today, Sunday, I am actually going to rest. Every Sunday I find massive amounts of things to do to get things done and keep me busy. Well I don't want to be busy today. Today I am going to rest.
I really have nothing to say today. I'm sort of in an apathetic limbo-- I can't find the energy to care about what I should care about. Feel free to psychoanalyze me... if you have the credentials.
Yep. I'm done.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Frazzled.
"Frazzle" is officially my favorite word today. I love it. It sounds like "dazzle" which was my favorite word like, forever ago.
So there are about ten other things I should be doing right now (actually, only two... wait no, three), but my attention span today has been zero, so I don't feel too inclined to do them. I've been really anxious all day. Like jumpy kind of anxious. Like the anxious where you can't sit still. Like the anxious where you yell across classrooms, failing to acknowledge the fact that the teacher is talking to you and telling you to get out your homework. That kind of anxious. Could be because I have a million and one things to do in the next week and a half. Could be because I had lemonade today instead of iced tea. Whatever it is, it's making me anxious.
Plus, I had a really weird dream last night that seems like it would be easy enough to interpret, but the various people I've told (only three) have all given me different responses. What could it mean? I would post it here but it includes two guys whose identities must remain secret. So yeah, that's my story. I have to go to practice soon (which I'm actually not dreading), then class (which I dread on a weekly basis... twice on a weekly basis in fact), then open mic night (which I'm excited about), then home to shower/clean my room/write my restaurant review/do cookie boy stuff.
Busy night? I think so. Busy-ness makes me...
frazzled.
So there are about ten other things I should be doing right now (actually, only two... wait no, three), but my attention span today has been zero, so I don't feel too inclined to do them. I've been really anxious all day. Like jumpy kind of anxious. Like the anxious where you can't sit still. Like the anxious where you yell across classrooms, failing to acknowledge the fact that the teacher is talking to you and telling you to get out your homework. That kind of anxious. Could be because I have a million and one things to do in the next week and a half. Could be because I had lemonade today instead of iced tea. Whatever it is, it's making me anxious.
Plus, I had a really weird dream last night that seems like it would be easy enough to interpret, but the various people I've told (only three) have all given me different responses. What could it mean? I would post it here but it includes two guys whose identities must remain secret. So yeah, that's my story. I have to go to practice soon (which I'm actually not dreading), then class (which I dread on a weekly basis... twice on a weekly basis in fact), then open mic night (which I'm excited about), then home to shower/clean my room/write my restaurant review/do cookie boy stuff.
Busy night? I think so. Busy-ness makes me...
frazzled.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Disappointed times a thousand.
So I just took the "Odds of Marriage" quiz. Would you like to know what my odds of getting married are? 24%. TWENTY-FOUR PER-FREAKIN-CENT. I am so disheartened. Take the test, I hope you have better luck than me.
So in a few years from now when I am alone at all of your wedding receptions, sitting at a table (alone), eating excessive amounts of cake (alone), not dancing with anyone (because I'm alone), you won't be surprised because you will have known since October 17, 2006 that Lacey only has a 24% chance of getting married.
So in a few years from now when I am alone at all of your wedding receptions, sitting at a table (alone), eating excessive amounts of cake (alone), not dancing with anyone (because I'm alone), you won't be surprised because you will have known since October 17, 2006 that Lacey only has a 24% chance of getting married.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
It's long but totally worthwhile. Maybe...
For today's blog I'm going to do it in a minute-by-minute format. Except not actually minute-by-minute since there are a lot of minutes in the day (1,440 to be exact), and that would be a crazy long blog.
7 a.m. - Wake up. Tired? Yes. Pumped for the imminent SAT test-taking experience? Not particularly.
7:30 a.m. - I made toast. Yes, that's right. And I have a witness to stand by my claim that I did NOT burn it (since some of you have absolutely no faith in my cooking abilities. Psh! I can make freakin' FANTASTIC toast. And jell-o.).
7:50 a.m. - Arrive at test room. I know no one, which is fine since I'm wearing a big sweatshirt, super-stretched out jeans, and an unpleasant SAT test-taking face.
8:15 a.m. - Begin test. Cute boy in the desk next to me. Refocus attention on test. Cute boy sitting behind me. STOP! FOCUS! Re-refocus attention on test. Complete test segment. Look at cute boy #1. Nice style, cute shirt, acceptable shoes. Can't really look at cute boy #2 since he's sitting behind me... slightly disappointed.
From around 8:45 until 12:45 - Take 9 more portions of the freakin' SAT which I freakin' hate more than anything. The old lady giving the test got mad at me for reading a book during my break inside the classroom. I had to go outside the classroom to read a freakin' book. I didn't do it. I went outside in protest to the absurd suggestion that I go outside to read. How was this a protest? you might ask. Well, it was more of a personal statement. I don't care if the old Irish woman got my point. I'm pretty sure she was Irish--she had a slight twinge of an accent I think.
1:15 - Arrive home. Eat leftover slice of pizza. Take shower. Dry hair. Get ready for Little Warrior Cheer Camp.
1:40 - Arrive at Little Warrior Cheer Camp. Make friends with adorable little second graders. Teach cheers, play about a zillion rounds of Duck, Duck, Goose!, play one round of Down by the Banks (I got out early on in the game...), hear disgusting secrets of 2nd graders (had no idea they could be so gross. Apparently some can.)
Sometime before 5 p.m. - Perform with all the cute Little Warriors. Good times.
Sometime after 5 p.m. - Carry really heavy case of water bottles across campus. Significant amount of pain...
Around 6 p.m. - Went to costume castle with Lindsey. Found a really really really cute costume that I intend to buy either tomorrow or the next day. Inquire for details and/or to see the picture.
7 1/2 p.m. - Went to work to get people's phone numbers to see if they could cover my shift tomorrow night. After 10 unsuccessful phone calls (and several different attacks from Taylor and Rikard, both of whom I love and adore), someone who was ON SHIFT volunteered to cover it. She's not a host... but she can do it :)
8:30 p.m. - Went to Diedrich's and made myself hot chocolate. I still make a darn good cup of hot chocolate if I may say so.
9 p.m. - Embark on an ADVENTURE with Ben (which basically means we went to the movie theatre to see American Hardcore and decided not to...). We saw a coyote! I called it ugly. I just realized that it's like "coyote ugly." That's actually not what I was going for, but hey! It works. Then we went back to Ben's and watched Can't Hardly Wait. Amazing movie. One of my new favs. Alli came and watched the end with us! Then we left.
11:46 p.m. - Start walking home from Ben's (just fyi, he lives PRETTY DARN FAR from me). He picked me up about two blocks over. I walked fast :)
And now I'm here. Writing. To you. The reader. Sorry.
7 a.m. - Wake up. Tired? Yes. Pumped for the imminent SAT test-taking experience? Not particularly.
7:30 a.m. - I made toast. Yes, that's right. And I have a witness to stand by my claim that I did NOT burn it (since some of you have absolutely no faith in my cooking abilities. Psh! I can make freakin' FANTASTIC toast. And jell-o.).
7:50 a.m. - Arrive at test room. I know no one, which is fine since I'm wearing a big sweatshirt, super-stretched out jeans, and an unpleasant SAT test-taking face.
8:15 a.m. - Begin test. Cute boy in the desk next to me. Refocus attention on test. Cute boy sitting behind me. STOP! FOCUS! Re-refocus attention on test. Complete test segment. Look at cute boy #1. Nice style, cute shirt, acceptable shoes. Can't really look at cute boy #2 since he's sitting behind me... slightly disappointed.
From around 8:45 until 12:45 - Take 9 more portions of the freakin' SAT which I freakin' hate more than anything. The old lady giving the test got mad at me for reading a book during my break inside the classroom. I had to go outside the classroom to read a freakin' book. I didn't do it. I went outside in protest to the absurd suggestion that I go outside to read. How was this a protest? you might ask. Well, it was more of a personal statement. I don't care if the old Irish woman got my point. I'm pretty sure she was Irish--she had a slight twinge of an accent I think.
1:15 - Arrive home. Eat leftover slice of pizza. Take shower. Dry hair. Get ready for Little Warrior Cheer Camp.
1:40 - Arrive at Little Warrior Cheer Camp. Make friends with adorable little second graders. Teach cheers, play about a zillion rounds of Duck, Duck, Goose!, play one round of Down by the Banks (I got out early on in the game...), hear disgusting secrets of 2nd graders (had no idea they could be so gross. Apparently some can.)
Sometime before 5 p.m. - Perform with all the cute Little Warriors. Good times.
Sometime after 5 p.m. - Carry really heavy case of water bottles across campus. Significant amount of pain...
Around 6 p.m. - Went to costume castle with Lindsey. Found a really really really cute costume that I intend to buy either tomorrow or the next day. Inquire for details and/or to see the picture.
7 1/2 p.m. - Went to work to get people's phone numbers to see if they could cover my shift tomorrow night. After 10 unsuccessful phone calls (and several different attacks from Taylor and Rikard, both of whom I love and adore), someone who was ON SHIFT volunteered to cover it. She's not a host... but she can do it :)
8:30 p.m. - Went to Diedrich's and made myself hot chocolate. I still make a darn good cup of hot chocolate if I may say so.
9 p.m. - Embark on an ADVENTURE with Ben (which basically means we went to the movie theatre to see American Hardcore and decided not to...). We saw a coyote! I called it ugly. I just realized that it's like "coyote ugly." That's actually not what I was going for, but hey! It works. Then we went back to Ben's and watched Can't Hardly Wait. Amazing movie. One of my new favs. Alli came and watched the end with us! Then we left.
11:46 p.m. - Start walking home from Ben's (just fyi, he lives PRETTY DARN FAR from me). He picked me up about two blocks over. I walked fast :)
And now I'm here. Writing. To you. The reader. Sorry.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Careful, you might stumble.
Well I have stumbled across quite a few things today.
1) Apparently Lacey sounds like a slightly stripper-ish name. Not particularly thrilled to hear that...
2) I should never become a window cleaner (In fact, I shouldn't go into any profession that relates to windows in any way.). I'm horrible at cleaning windows.
3) When the word "jerk" is included in the name of a food item it means that it's spicy (ie: Jamaican JERK Chicken Pizza = SPICY!!)
4) Not all boys are horrible, insensitive, jerks. Some are super sweet. <----I kind of already knew that but there hasn't been much proof lately.
And last but not least
5) No matter how "adventurous" I try to be, I will always end up with a BBQ Chicken Chopped Salad at the end of a work shift (don't tell anyone that I had one tonight... someone didn't pick up their take-out order so I was told to take it... very stealthily.)
Very productive weekend if you ask me.
1) Apparently Lacey sounds like a slightly stripper-ish name. Not particularly thrilled to hear that...
2) I should never become a window cleaner (In fact, I shouldn't go into any profession that relates to windows in any way.). I'm horrible at cleaning windows.
3) When the word "jerk" is included in the name of a food item it means that it's spicy (ie: Jamaican JERK Chicken Pizza = SPICY!!)
4) Not all boys are horrible, insensitive, jerks. Some are super sweet. <----I kind of already knew that but there hasn't been much proof lately.
And last but not least
5) No matter how "adventurous" I try to be, I will always end up with a BBQ Chicken Chopped Salad at the end of a work shift (don't tell anyone that I had one tonight... someone didn't pick up their take-out order so I was told to take it... very stealthily.)
Very productive weekend if you ask me.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
BEWARE! VERY SERIOUS BLOG!
Please please please vote for the El Toro vs. Woodbridge game. Here's the link. It's really important that you vote for EL TORO vs. WOODBRIDGE. You have no idea what is at stake.
http://www.cox.com/oc/cox3/gotw_pick.asp
^Click it to pick it!^
Thank you.
http://www.cox.com/oc/cox3/gotw_pick.asp
^Click it to pick it!^
Thank you.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
The NON-SERIOUS blog.
I'm not sure I'm capable of making a non-serious blog. I like to add bits of humor where possible in my blogs but I cannot make an entirely non-serious blog. The strange thing about my inability to be not serious is that I really am not a very serious person.
I had intended to blog about my super exciting day but 1) It wasn't super exciting and 2) It would have come out sounding too serious.
Alli, I'm having a really hard time making this a not serious blog.
Well, it looks as though I'm going to have to end this pretty soon because I really have nothing to say... a shocking and rare occurence.
Oh! Before I depart I could mention the fact that I seem incapable of attracting guys my own age. Yes, tonight the only male attention I got was from men between the ages of 29 and 33 (I'm guessing). It wasn't even the perverted "I like checking out younger girls because I'm nearing middle age and I feel insecure about my own attractiveness." These men actually, truly expected me to be at least 21. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or disheartened. It either means I look mature for my age, or I look tired... beat if you will. I'm going to go with the first one because I'm an optimist.
I had intended to blog about my super exciting day but 1) It wasn't super exciting and 2) It would have come out sounding too serious.
Alli, I'm having a really hard time making this a not serious blog.
Well, it looks as though I'm going to have to end this pretty soon because I really have nothing to say... a shocking and rare occurence.
Oh! Before I depart I could mention the fact that I seem incapable of attracting guys my own age. Yes, tonight the only male attention I got was from men between the ages of 29 and 33 (I'm guessing). It wasn't even the perverted "I like checking out younger girls because I'm nearing middle age and I feel insecure about my own attractiveness." These men actually, truly expected me to be at least 21. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or disheartened. It either means I look mature for my age, or I look tired... beat if you will. I'm going to go with the first one because I'm an optimist.
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