Miami

I'm heading to Miami- Ill be about to board the plane this time tomorrow.

Got my nails done, hair done, everything did. Bag has been packed for a week.

I haven't slept yet from work last night, so I'm going to do that now. And then sleep all day until work tonight. and the FLIGHT.

So excited.

Miami. W Hotel South beach. Orlando. Disney World. Constant sunshine. 

Time Goes By...

...And in it, I get bored by myself. And then  I don't have anything to write. 

Because I write down in here what I'm going to do before I do it; and sometimes repetition is boring. And today I'm boring. I looked up some old writing of mine and found most of it boring. And annoying.  I wrote about being broken hearted way to much.

I had written this ABC thingy though and it didn't bore me:

Amidst beauty, caution destroys

Every futile grasp.

Hope is judged, knocked,

Left malignant.

Nobody’s openly passionate;

Quintessentially respectful,

Sincere.

Truth undermines vanity,

While xenotropic youth

Zeitgeist.

Roommates

So my friend Koko is a realestate agent and I asked her if she does rentals with the intention of asking her about helping me to find a great rental for a discount price come July. But she got really excited because she wants to move too and we somehow ended up talking about being roommates.
And I left the conversation excited with a sick feeling in my stomach- that maybe moving in with her would be a bad idea, especially since I really want to live alone.
She came over a few days later and was showing me rentals in her database and had to enter the requirements of the space to search. She turned to me and said, "this won't work if we don't have 2 washrooms. and a big kitchen." And I knew everything would be fine. She's as anal as I am, she very focused, driven, funny, sincere and we have our own friends and interests. She's a clean freak. We actually have very similar attitudes- I imagine if we fought it would be an epic battle ending in epic apologies- we both have this thing with guilt.
I think it will work and I'm excited about it. She found a great rental (yes, we're aware we have 5 months) at lakeshore and parklawn right on the water, 2 bedrooms, 2 washrooms, balcony, gym, concierge/security for 1800$/month. amazing.
I'm looking forward to it all.

Unrelated:

4.5 days until Miami!!!

Meryl Streep

I got new foundation- it claims it's smudge proof for 16hours. It is. And I love it. And it's not making me breakout. Yay.

Unrelated:

A friend of mine used to send me emails with subject lines that read random things like "not all monkey's like bananas" or "danger, on the left". And I would read his emails and they would have nothing to do with his subject line. And I asked him about it- he told me he does that just for something different and because he finds it amusing. Hence the title today!

Unrelated:

I work Friday night, came home, slept for four hours, went to work, went to work from work, came home, had a shower, made breakfast and went to work. Got home at 8pm. Was asleep by 9pm, woke up this afternoon at 3:30pm and picked up my package from the postoffice on the way to work. Wherein I was working with 3 super nice people who invited me for after work beers. Which I had. And here I am.I thought I'd keep up with the drinking and watch an episode of breaking bad online- which I friggin LOVE.
I'm writing this blog sipping a screwdriver and listening to "someone like you" by adele over and over again. She's so talented. You know she's only 22? Wow. She has such a fine-tuned talent.

I'm supposed to head to Waterloo to see my sis and nephew tomorrow. We'll see how Binty feels. My sister is going to give me a haircut for a discount price.
I want to go shopping and pick up a few BLAM dresses for Miami and a pair of shorts. The bathing suits I ordered from Victoria Secret are perfect. I am very happy. I have a coupon I prepaid for on dealticker.com to get a Mani/Pedi, appointment is at 4pm on Thursday. I'm also going to get waxed that day so by my 8am flight Sunday morning I'll be totally ready to go! Can't wait to feel the hot sun on face!

When you're talking about me behind my back, I suggest waiting until I'm gone.

 I have some time to kill. I just got home from work. Which started at 12pm. It's 4am. And I work at 10am (weekends are always fun).  I fear that if I go to sleep, I won't get up for work. So I'm going to do my body the incredible favour of pulling an all nighter. Especially since I love my job so much, I would hate lack of sleep encourage me to call in sick. Again. I called in last Sunday because I was so tired I felt dead.
Weekends are the only time I seem to work at Real Sports, and obviously the only times I work at Rehab. If I had to choose a bar, I'd pick Rehab.
Today, a I was trying to leave work I realized I forgot my sweater at the bar and ran back to get it. And walked in on two bartenders talking about me and one keenly listening in. I grabbed my sweater, yelled "awkward!" to further the moment, and left.
Then I got in my car and I wanted to cry and let it out, but decided that that poor response would ruin my makeup but mostly that it wouldn't get me anywhere or change anything.
I've never really been made fun of in life, and as far as I know, people generally like me, appreciate my work ethic or can tolerate me enough to say hello and goodbye and respond to my questions when asked.
These people point fingers, and get lippy, act like everything is personal and are rude- like actually skip common courtesies, like responding to me.
Example.
Me: Hey So-and-So, how was the rest of your shift yesterday?
Them: ---
Me: No? Not good?
Them:---
Me: (by which point they've walked away) Alrighty then, well hopefully today is better (note sarcasm)
Example 2.
Them: BobbyJoe, why is this like this?
Me: I'm not sure, I got here after you OR I haven't walked to that end of the bar today, why what's up, and can you please just call me Bobbi- there's no "o'" after the "J"?
Them: Ugggh Never Mind. Actually- this should never happen. Ever. Again.
Me: But I still don't know ("them" walks away) what you're talking about. oookk.
...5 minutes later
Them: BobbiJoe can you do this (not a question).
Me: Sorry tied up serving all four of our tables that we're supposed to be sharing, doing the service bar and serving the wood so No. Do it yourself. And don't fucking call me BobbiJoe. (Ok I don't say that, I say "Not right this minute")
Them: Ugggh. Fine. I'll just do it.
Me: (under my breath) But you're just fucking standing there chatting with the other staff!!!
Cue tears welling up in eyes.
I worked on 2 different bars yesterday at that place and the customers loved me- even went to tell managers about me. The customers like me! Why don't the people I work with.
The bar itself is, however badly managed; I will give those bitches that.

Let the job hunt begin.

sweat

I couldn't figure out why, when my window was wide open, I was burning up all night- I was so hot I barely slept.

Turns out roomie cranked the heat to 27 because she was cold.

Facebook: limited status...

I don't think much about a lot of things on facebook- especially those damn game invites. I like to wander through peoples pictures and I delete a few people almost every week: if I saw you in the street and wouldn't remember your name, you probably shouldn't be my 'friend' and if you're birthday comes and I don't feel it's right for me to slip onto your wall and say happy birthday, then I'll delete you.
Sometimes I look at peoples relationship status for my own gossip, but I never expect it to be there. Some people take your facebook status so seriously. I once dated a guy who would check my facebook everyday and usually saw what was on my wall before I did. He had a lot of annoying questions and accusations and eventually deleted me off of facebook. The whole thing was highly amusing and slightly annoying to me. We're still not facebook friends- luckily we're still acquainted and I remember his birthday in my head.
Sometimes I go to stalk people that aren't really my friends but whose lives intrigue me; it's always disappointing to see they didn't feel the same about me and put me on limited or have deleted me altogether. It's also funny- it is after all, just facebook.
I have one real friend who I suppose I've tried to date (mutually) a few times and it never worked. I love his family and I think they like me well enough, his girlfriends never love me (haha). I see him about once every year and a half. It's usually awkward for about 5 minutes because I find him so damn attractive- even when he mumbles, even his mismatched socks, but then it goes right back to normal. I keep up to date on his family by facebook stalking them; I love looking at all of their family pictures. I keep up to date with him through the occasional text. Today I went to look at his facebook and I'm on limited status and can only see about 13 pictures. His real facebook I'm not even on.
I wonder what that's about- to him? and to all of those people who keep people as a friend but only let you see a few things. Why? I wonder if I've done that to anyone. If I ever feel I need to put someone on limited status, I accept their invitation, do my computer business and then go back to facebook and delete that person. That's the most thinking that goes into my facebook.
I suppose because I don't do anything I'm ashamed of (and if I do I blame the vodka) and I don't write anything I'm ashamed of (that goes for this blog too... except for a few drunk blogs in my earlier days...) so if you know me, you get all of me, not a limited version.

Hmm... Seems like I have thought about a few things on facebook.

Some days are like the days before and likely the days after.

I went and saw the Kings Speech today. I was sent home from work about 4 hours earlier than anticipated and made no money, had not a single customer.
So I left work and could've gotten groceries, but instead headed to the Queensway Theatre.

The movie was so good. I missed the previews, which is always shitty because I love previews, but I FINALLY saw it. Colin Firth is amazing. What a crazy story to make a movie about- I google the King when I got home, pretty much everything I needed to know about him was revealed in the movie anyway- but someone could've made up a whole story about King George VI courting his wife, or followed him in war and created a whole war movie and we'd only ever discover he'd become King by those little picture stories they tell as the credits roll. But it was his speech, and his Speech that they made this movie about. I just sat and smiled in the theatre after (not for too ling of course, I didn't want people to excuse them selves past me while unintentionally giving me a pity look) because the movie and the story was so damn good and Colin Firth and Jeffery Rush and Helena Carter were SO great together and so talented. I cried a bit too, it was great.
Go and see that movie and then try to be King George the VI for 5 minutes and don't even try the accent; Colin Firth is amazing.

So I learned  a wee bit of History today!

Slightly unrelated:

Speaking of learning, when I was on break at work, I watched a bit of a show on Muhammad Ali and his fight against Larry Holmes on TSN. Muhammad Ali came out of retirement for it. and 8 million dollars. But that's all I saw. I thought Ali went down a hero... and the show was saying that this fight never should've happened. So I'm going to have to do some research.
My research indicates that Ali did train to go back in the ring, but not enough. He also had some speech and physical issues that were noted by doctors, including a hole in his brain! But he was given a clean bill of health anyway, which allowed him to fight. Apparently this last fight is what caused the onset of Parkinson's, but there's no way to prove that. Apparently the doctors gave Ali a clean bill of health for the money.
Before retiring, Ali had beat Holmes once for a belt, but Holmes had beat him before that...
Ali got his ass beat by Holmes in this fight; 10 rounds all unanimously won. The fight was only stopped by Ali's trainer because he would not Ali to go back out for an 11th round and Ali refused to fall.
The doctors should've done right by their oath; I only saw snippets on TV but they were all sad.

Miami

I'm going there.

Jan 30th to Feb4th. I will finish work, come home, pack and catch my flight. Which I just booked and paid for. Not sure where I'm going to stay yet and I'm not too worried about it. I did not check the weather though. It cannot rain!
I'm going with 2 girls from RealSports, one is Mama. We're going to go to Disney too!!! OMG!!! I'm so excited!!!! I'm going to cut out food until then and go to yoga a few times... hopefully it will make the bikini experience more pleasant.

Unrelated:

So for my birthday, I'm going to have a joint party with friend and fellow blogger Koko, at the Spoke Club. We will invite all of our friends and drink the night away, also dance it away, laugh it away, cry a little bit.

On my actually birthday, I will co-celebrate with my friend Shena at her place.

And I'm thinking the week before my birthday, I'm going to spend the entire day at a spa and get mani's, pedi's, facial's and a massage.

And then I'm going to work the rest of the year and have little to no fun as Feb is going to cost me a fortune!!

but... YAAAAAYYY!

Damn it.

So I have put off getting my masters for a few reasons- I am pursuing my acting career- it's $25,000 for tuition- the Masters I want is only offered in a few places- I can't actually think of anything I want to do in the world besides literally volunteer with kids or the hungry, sing and act.

I just looked up the masters I want to get at the school I want to get it from, I like to do that a few times a year. I want to get an education that will allow me to essentially make my own  hours and afford me a great lifestyle so that I can do what I love on the weekends or what have you, as well as afford the me the luxury to give to and participate in charities; if I can't make a living doing what I love, then let me give myself the tools I need to make money so I can afford to do the things I love for free!
Anyway... they changed the masters program. Now it's 2 years part-time so that you can work fulltime and apply your knowledge while you work. Well WHAT THE HELL!
That's kind of annoying that going full time for 1 year is no longer an option, as that was what was most realistic financially for me.
But the worst part is that they've changed the program so that you can only enroll every 2 years, and the next session start date in Sept 2011, and I won't be ready for then, little own be able to get my stuff together to apply by march! ugh.

Guess I better start school shopping again.

I am shopping for diploma's and cert's that will help get me into grad school. I'm thinking the CIM at Humber sounds good; mostly online.

My birthday is coming!

. This time Last Year I was working only at Rehab nightclub and the money wasn't that great because of the time of year but it was good enough because I hadn't had a fulltime job for about 6months and I was assistant coaching a girls rep ball team (which cost me money in gas for travel).  I was living outside of Stratford in farm house with my Mom and her Boyfriend. They were both incredibly supportive, letting me live for free while I made just enough money to pay my bills and put gas in my car while I drove all over high heaven chasing my acting dream. 

This time last year I was also crashing at Roomies and Shena's apartment a lot. i would bring up food from my moms cupboards and sleep on their couch. I would look for jobs during the day or go on auditions. 

This time last year I would go online to 680news to make sure no one had won the Weather Guarantee Jackpot. I felt that if I didn't win it, I would never get myself out of my current situation because there would be no job that I would find that would get me out of debt and allow me to live. 

This time last year I would put gas in my car and if my gas budget was for 20$ and it only cost me 17$ I would have extra money to buy a lottery ticket. And I would. And I never won. Not even a free ticket. 

This time last year I was feeling shitty because I hadn't bought anyone Christmas presents or birthday presents in the months that had passed. I hadn't saved a dime, had used all of my small small savings and my mom was constantly giving money for things. 

This time last year I was thinking about giving up on acting because finding  job that didn't start until after 4pm was seeming impossible, I was struggling to stay happy while living at home, my education was wasting away, I owed my mom money, my sister money and my dad money and I was putting myself further and further in debt.

I actually remember going to visit my sister on the way to Toronto and thinking that if I took the detour to visit her, I might not have enough gas or money to buy gas, to get to Toronto to look for work and get back home.   I was too embarrassed to tell anyone and I felt like an epic failure. I called my credit card company and asked them to increase my limit by 100$,  knowing my card was maxed out; they said no and I sat in my sisters driveway crying. 

I started driving and put my hand in my pocket for some lip balm and my sister had tucked $20 in there. I cried and cried. 

I spent my birthday alone that year because I didn't have any money to think about getting people together to celebrate, or to buy myself drinks or dinner. Everyone in my family was working and I didn't have practice that day. It was the same the year before.

This year, money might be tight if these shitty hours at Real Sports keep up, but it won't be tight for a while and I will still be saving money and able to have fun, just a little less going out.

This year, I've paid everyone back (expect my dad, but I'll get him next time I'm home), almost paid off two of my loans and am trying to tuck money into my family's pockets when they need it.

This year for my birthday I would like a nice boyfriend who plans me a lovely dinner and party. But since I'm not going to get that I can't decide if I'll go away alone, have a party here, host a party at a club or sneak a bottle of wine into a movie after getting a massage, mani, pedi and facial.

I like how things get better if you stick to it. 

Sometimes I wonder...

...Don't people get tired of telling the same stories all the time?
... Don't they know we remember such epic tales, even the small details, the truth twists and the lies?
...Don't they ever want to hear my voice?

Pillow Top Mattress

The thing with a pillow top is that you can't flip it. And since mattress are so expensive, you end up having a body div-it in your bed. I've been sleeping alone in this bed since... always and the div-it is in the middle; which makes sleeping on a side difficult because I roll into the centre.

So today I bought a memory foam mattress topper. $130.00. In hopes that it would fill in the divit.

It is not working. The divit is still in the middle and this magical memory foam cannot hide it. It also smells and is less comfy than my regular bed.

RETURN!

tv-dome.net

TV Dome has retired from posting tv shows. Which means I am half way through all of my shows' seasons and no longer have a place to watch them. Sadness. I keep thinking about buying a tv. I should not buy a tv and pay off debt though.

If the idea have having paid off all of my immediate debt is SO damn exciting to me, then why can't I seem to be more committed to it?

Unrelated... or maybe slightly Related:

I would like to go on a giant shopping spree.

Unrelated:

I know where I want to live ( I think) come July. Now I just have to figure out how I will afford to pay double what I am currently paying...

Unrelated:

Not going to Chicago.

Unrelated:

My birthday is coming and I want to do something great but can't think of anything to throw/do for myself. All I want is to not be anywhere near weather under 25 degrees Celsius on that weekend but nobody is able to go away at that time or can afford to go.

Unrelated:

I'm FINALLY going to submit my headshots to my agent tomorrow. She better be good or my heart will break.

I may or may not have Kiboshed it

I have yet to have a day at work where I am craving any kind of food.. but I've started my detox today, even went out for lunch and had a mildly decent meal ALL DETOX WORTHY only to have nachos at work. My boss got them for us. And I couldn't resist that dripping cheese. And then because I'd already screwed up I ate meat.

Whaatever.

I'm going to visit my sister tomorrow anyway- which usually results in some unhealthy eating anyways... I'll start again on Wednesday?.. no not Wednesday because I'm going out for dinner.

Wow, there will never be time for this if I don't make it...

Unrelated:

I'm probably going to chicago this weekend.

Unrelated:

I'm tired.

Detox

Starts Monday. Which is tomorrow.

I left work today 3 hours early. I didn't even want to go in. I have had a headache for 3 days and everyone there is so mean and inconsiderate; my head couldn't take it. My bosses didn't want to let me go home. Which I understood but found annoying because they don't seem to mind people showing up late everyday, or just not showing up or calling in sick or whatever. I had the decency to go in and work, now let me go. I cried. I didn't mean to but it just came out. Then my boss let me go.

I picked up some fruit to eat so I would have some detox worthy food here for tomorrow. Then I went to McDonalds.

I tried to do laundry but as I was putting my stuff in one machine, waiting for another, a family came in with their kids (why... leave them at home... it's just down the hall) and their kids started touching everyone's stuff. So my stuff is sitting wet in my laundry basket in the living area waiting for a dryer and that family to rid themselves and their offspring from the laundry room; I couldn't risk them using one of my g-strings as a slingshot.

But there were kids when I got home. Playing. Above me and next door. Joy and laughter makes me happy, but not when my head hurts. I wonder if the noise above me is from their living room or bedroom...

When I'm full of energy I will tell you about how my new agent may be lazy. But for now I'm going to go back to the sweet purr of roomie eating with her mouth open...

Which reminds me; I officially think that due to lack of respect and consideration, we probably won't be friends still come July 1st. I am going crazy.

Sibling Rivalry?

I don't know other people who argue with their siblings like I argue with my sister. Maybe it's because we're so close in age and had to live in such close quarters, sharing rooms most of our lives?
We're sooo different. She is really caring and can be shy, she never runs out of energy and she is as sexy as they come; she's also very disciplined. We used to try to be twins, but  I grew out of it. We used to play  basketball together but she grew out of it. Since then, our relationship has just never been the same.
I had moved out of my moms house by then and was the only kid living with my dad; leaving behind and opening up so many cans of worms- but I'll tell you all about that in my biography I'll one day write.
There are things about her I can't stand and I don't think that's normal because I have two other siblings and they might annoy me but I can always stand them. I am sure there are things about me that she can't stand.
But the things about her I can't stand I forget about once I've stopped standing for it and we have a few days apart; I always forget. Because she is such a beautiful person.
She's always ragging on me because I let people treat me like shit all the time and she hates to see it. But she does some of the same things she see's others do to me as well. I find it confusing. I don't get it. She's dating this douche. She already dated him and he treated her like shit. Not as shitty as a boyfriend I once had, but almost as bad. I hate it. And I don't get that either.
She's also always nagging on herself because she's learning how short her fuse is and that it's affected her relationships.
But she doesn't noticed when her fuse has blown,  blown all the rest of the fuses in the room and left smoke in the air until days and hours after; it's always too late.
Sometimes, like most of us, she doesn't understand other peoples behaviour or doesn't take a minute to walk in their shoes and blows a a fuse and says and does things she can never take back. like keying cars and running up credit card bills and calling people names and never admitting to any of it.
She did that today- the fuse thing, actually it started a few days ago but I figured because she had ignored my responses that she had figured out that she was angry for no reason, but she made it worse today. And today I thought, nope, not today. today i'm not going to let you get away with this. I told her I was done with her and stopped communicating. I randomly started crying at every little thing today, but I knew it wasn't the little thing, it was this big thing with me and my sister.
You don't get to choose your family. Especially your sister. And you'd have to be a mean soul to really 'be done' with your own blood- but I really feel like I've taken enough shit and I'm not going to come and apologize to her just so she'll apologize to me. Because I don't think, no, I know I didn't do anything wrong.
One time when she thought she was right, she didn't talk to our dad for 2 years and he was childish enough to go along with it. I don't want to be like that,but maybe I will be. He still gave her birthday cards and told her to come by anytime she was ready to apologize.

You can however, choose your friends. Some days, I think that if we weren't sisters, we might have been great enemies in our younger days.
But. She's one of my best friends. Sometimes. Can you choose when your friend is your best friend and other times someone you wish wasn't part of you?
I think she's broken my heart more than everyone I know combined. She almost always makes it better though by just being herself- never apologizes, I just seem to forget. That counts right?
This is all perfectly normal... right?

I'm from the Southern State Stratford, in the heart of... umm... Alabama I suppose.

When I first moved to the GTA in 2004, people kept asking me where I was from. Nobody believe that I was Canadian. I still get asked what State I'm from, from the occasional American. I always found this confusing because as far as I could tell, I talked like everyone else and I knew I didn't have any sort of speech impediment.

When I was leaving Stratford today I got gas and the attendant asked, "Any-thang else for ya ma'm?" The Tim Hortons drive through girl handed me my green tea and said "heresthat green tea forya." like she didn't know 'here's' is actually HERE IS and 'heresthat' is two words and that 'ya' is actually YOU.
Sometimes I hear people from my hometown talking and they say things like "well I ain't never hearda that afore"  and "them roads isa slippery ashell" So... does that mean you HAVE heard of it and that the roads are slippery because they're hot?... I don't get it. And then those same people think I'm a snob.
 No wonder they all hate Justin Bieber, he's a good looking little proper spoken, snotless nosed highschool kid who got a lucky break from his shit life and a mother who said things like "I never asked you to buy me no candy with uur singin' change"
Apparently his mother and  grandmother complain about having to chaperon him all the time. oooh you poor parents; what a disappointing set of circumstances.

Anyway... I digress. I wonder if I should be concerned about ever moving to the good ol' USA.  If I pick up on the language of those around me so well that I don't even notice it, perhaps I should stay away from places like Boston and Chicago and many southern states (which is where people always ask me if I'm from!! NO.. I ain't from Pennsylvania!) Haha.

Mac

I'm sitting besides my dad, who is "resting his eyes" and  am perusing the internet looking for a treadmill. I feel like if I'm going to spend $950 on a yoga membership, I might as well just buy a treadmill.
sometimes he falls asleep sitting in his spot on the love seat, so deeply that he starts to snore. And when he eventually wakes up he says that he was not sleeping- just resting his eyes and listening to the tv. JUST admit it.

I'm thinking I should grab my phone and see if any of my peers have plans for watching the Canada game tonight. Or perhaps I'll stay here and watch it.

I'm typing on a Mac. It's very nice. It makes me think of. I forget. My dad brought me a piece of lasagna and I put this aside and I forget what this mac reminds me of. It reminds me of other macs...

I can't blog and watch Etalk at the same time. Deuces.

You can count on me like 1 2 3 and I'll be there...

...and I know I can count on you like 4 3 2 and you'll be there, cause that's what friends are for...

LOVE Bruno Mars' album.

Unrelated:

I'm about to count up the cash I've made so far this year. I have enough to pay off my credit card.. but then I won't have any money until Thursday. I WOULD have some money if there was a more efficient system for collecting one's tips!! pff.

I went for a beverage with several of the people from work today after work, including Mama. Her and I ended up sitting alone catching up. There are a lot of people that work there. Many of them are good looking and very efficient, some of them are nice... after that I run out of things to say. Because if you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all... unless it's funny. or true. and some of these people are mean!! Why be like that?! Rude! also dumb or mentally slow or lack humor, or all three. bad combos. and some of the men/guys just stare at me until they think they've gotten my attention and then mouth things (uumm WHAT are you DOING!? why do you think I skipped over your glaze? lame).
Anyway. I think the managers like me and I feel that a few of the bartenders don't quite get my humor but the ones that do are the ones that I enjoy anyway so.. so far so good. There's one bartender whom I worked with today and she seems like me; just honest and genuine and good (toot toot); I like her.

slightly related:

I wish it weren't 4am, or that if it were, I was sleeping for a few hours now so that getting up at a reasonable hour tomorrow so I can head home and see my family wouldn't seem so tiring. I am fully capable of getting up after a great sleep and hopping in my car to drive, even for 20 minutes, and convincing my self it's a perfectly great and safe idea to snooze at the wheel. The windows can be down and the music blaring and I'll still nod off.
Sometimes I pull over and have a nap. Sometimes while I'm napping men come up to my car and knock or stare at me or try to break in.
In sum, I can't decide if I'll go to bed now drugged, and hopefully go to sleep until noon or stay up and look into some part time education until I'm dozy or if I'll just go to bed with a tv show on my laptop and hope I doze off and then sleep until I wake up and hopefully not get stuck in traffic going home.
Decisions decisions. What a tough life I currently lead.

"How Do You Know"? let me tell you...

I think it's funny that I put all this forethought into being "ready" for new year physically and then didn't shave my legs. Still haven't. Makes me chuckle.

But I'm not just trying to look cuter, I'm also trying to feel better. And if I hadn't wrangled this not so nifty chest infection I would've started my detox already! But I don't think detox's count when you're taking drugs at the same time....

I worked quite the long day New years eve, 11am-4:15am. Then I came back to my apartment and slept until 5pm, woke up, ordered in soup, called in sick to work and slept until 8am this morning... wherein I went to work, came home, diddled around catching up with old friends over the phone and then I went and saw the worst movie of 2011.

Absolutely, under no circumstance should you pay to go and see "how do you know" WORST.  I fell asleep and got bored several times and as with most romantic comedies you know who's going to get the girl, but THIS was just RIDICULOUS. WAAAAAY to much dialogue. I must've missed something (before I fell asleep) because I just can't believe those big name actors agreed to that script!!
Anyway- who am I to talk?
Well I'll tell you who I am! A disappointed consumer. I should've lurked about for another 20 minutes and went and saw the Kings Speech.

I'mm going to go home on Tuesday, I'm sure IF it's playing in Stratford, no one will be going to see it; I'll see it then.