Dysfunction Suits Me

Finally this week is over! I had two tests this week, and I have an assignment due today...that I will start on here in a sec...I definitely started off this semester in horrible form, but the good thing now that this week is over, is that we start on all new material in those two classes I took tests in. It's like getting a fresh start! Spent last weekend with JC, of course. Friday night people came over to my apartment. We drank wine, anything mixed with Vodka, and the boys drank beer. It was just JC, Mr. Incredible, Mi-Mi, and this other girl who looks just like Katie Holmes (She hates being told that). Mi-Mi made chocolate covered strawberries, and we watched an Eddie Izzard DVD...HILARIOUS! "Do you have a flag? Ciaaaooo...". Saturday we went to a surprise birthday party where almost everyone was underage, but it was actually fun. Then we had to head over to an adult house warming party. By the time we got to that one I don't really remember much except...

Wasn't there a time that I really enjoyed going to classes? I think there was...I vaguely remember being in love with going to school. I still like sitting in class...I think...um, so why then do I keep skipping class, and why am I so far behind? I've had a couple of people tell me before that it must be nice to be able to go to school (because I don't work hardly at all in the Fall). Well, it's not people. It sucks! I wish sometimes that I could work at a regular job, and then come home and do all the things that normal working people do...sit around, watch TV, maybe actually enjoy going out to dinner or shopping, or something. But no...I have this thing called homework and projects constantly looming over my head, that I have to bring home with me. It's never ending. I don't even enjoy reading for fun anymore because I have so much reading to do for school. After 4 years of going to school non-stop I'm completely burned out. And yet, I think I...

Your mom was right. TV rots your brain! - No time for bloggin? I should be ashamed of myself. When I lived with my parents, all my years of "growing up", my sister and I weren't allowed to have two things in our bedrooms - a phone or a TV. Once I lived on my own, I realized that I didn't like having a TV in my room. Your room is supposed to be your sanctuary and your "quiet time" place, and all that jazz. Once I had Gabby, and became a typical parent who's TV was the babysitter, I kind of quit watching TV all together, or only on the weekends she was at her dad's. I think it was good for me. I read all the time, and I was always caught up on my class readings. I got things done. Ok, well, most things. I've always been a proscrastinator. Last year my parent's gave me a little TV for Christmas. It was supposed to go in Gabby's room to maybe make her sleep in there instead of in my bed. Somehow it ended up in my room, and ever...

It's 630 in the morning, I've had 4 hours of sleep and I only had like 5 hours on Saturday night - tired is an understatement. I'm going back to bed here in a minute for a lovely 2 1/2 more hours of sleep before I have to go to school. I couldn't even figure out how to put the key in the door when I came home from dropping Gabby off at school. First I tried the mail key and my parent's house key, and then I put the right key in upside down . . . must sleep! So, my weekend was pretty good. When I'm tired like this though it's hard to put all of what happened together. Friday night, no one had any money and Mi-Mi and I were tired, so we decided to have a "house party" of sorts at JC's.

I haven't made it to the gym yet, but I've eaten the way I'm supposed to for the last two days, and I can already tell a difference. My jeans were a little bit looser this morning, and I just feel better. I haven't stuffed myself, and I don't feel like I have grease flowing out of my pores. This girl that works with JC (She plays Lilo from Lilo and Stitch) is going to be moving right down the street from me, and her complex has a fitness center, so JC and I talked about how cool it will be that we could possibly be able to work out together. Poor guy, he let me foam roll him and stretch him out yesterday...he was dying, but when I was done, he agreed that it makes you feel ten times better. I don't know what's going on at the daycare that Gabby goes to before and after school, but I'm going to find out, and I'm a little upset. Gabby is very friendly and she's very sweet, and she has this uncanny way of making friends and becoming a "lea...

On one of our toobing adventures, Mi-Mi started calling JC Sloth-Toes, and maybe rightly so. He does have toes that could be like a sloths. Somehow the word evolved though, and sloth has become "slothy", meaning to be sloth-like, which is exactly what JC is when he gets in the boat toob in my pool. I don't really know how to explain it to you. He's more like a monkey, and sloths don't really move very fast, but it's pretty darn funny to see the slothiness in action (oh, look, now it's an adjective). I'm taking this Primate Diversity class and I've decided that he's more like a Tarsier. His eyes are big and wide, and the toes and fingers are very similar, oh yea, and he's a little fuzzy, too: It also came out on the river, too, that my toes are sloth-like, but I keep mine up with pedicures, so they're not as slothy as JC's. Whatever, it's just funny to hear Mi-Mi screaming down the river for JC to keep his sloth toes away from h...

I'm in rare form tonight. I'm still stressed, still somewhat depressed, still crazy...but slowly this week, my goals have been coming back to me. Especially the whole getting n shape thing, which was such a big part of my life. When I first starting hanging out with Mi-Mi and the gang, I told her I wanted to be a personal trainer, which of course she thought was weird, especially since I met her because we're both geography majors. Her response shocked me though. She was actually mad. She was mad at the whole world that "tells people how they should be". I don't see it that way at all. I see it as this is the way I want to be, and if you're interested I will help you, too. But I think her words somehow stuck with me, and ever since I have been a non-gym going, eating everything in sight person. Tonight it was really hitting me. Actually it started the other night when I was complaining about my weight to JC, and he of course, told me that I'...

I know that my ex-boyfriend is still reading my posts. I have a StatCounter and I can see everytime he's visited, and I had decided that I didn't care. Then all of these weird anonymous comments start showing up, and I gave him the benefit of the doubt...I mean they COULD be anyone, right? The thing is that I'm back to feeling like I did when I was with him, and how I felt even after I wasn't. He would come by here and I never knew if he was hiding around the corner when I would sit on my patio, especially if I had friends over. I love having my sliding glass door blinds open, and because of him I started making sure they were closed. So, now I feel like that again with this blog. Like he's right around the corner all the time. It's been a year people. It's been a year since we even talked! If you can't move on and accept things in that amount of time, I personally think maybe you should get some help. I guess I could turn off the anonymous co...

Is there such a thing as bloggers' block? I sit here and I seriously can't get any thoughts to flow at all. My brain feels like mush (much like my body does right now, too). Work, brain, work!!!

So, I had the people at desin-a-blog re-vamp this thing called a blog (even though I suck at blogging lately). I LOVE IT! I think they did a great job! Thank you, Lisa!

I feel like the world's worst daughter and sister. I haven't spent nearly enough time with my parents or my sister, especially my parents. I'm sure they're really mad at me, and probably miss Gabby like crazy. It's really hard to keep up with all the roles we take on in life: mother, sister, daughter, girlfriend, friend, student... I'm soon going to introduce JC to my parents. I talked to my mom yesterday, and we're going to go have dinner at her house some Sunday soon. I'm a little nervous on both ends. I want JC to like my parents and vice versa. That's pretty much it for me. Gabby and I stayed home all weekend. JC hung our for a little while yesterday and he's coming over to hang out again today. Yesterday my friend Brian from school, who I dated/but didn't date (it was weird) for a little while just showed up at my door. He graduated from the Air Force on Friday, so he showed up in his uniform and everything. It was really good to see him...

Wow! I guess it's true - pictures are worth 1000 words, or at least 1000 "out of this world" comments! So, it's already Wednesday, but I had a really great weekend. Friday night Mi-Mi, Velma, JC, and some other friends went to see Mr. Incredible's band play. We got there and the drummer from the band kept sneaking up behind JC and smacking the crap out of his back, and I mean SMACKING! You could probably hear it over the music and across the entire bar. I guess it's actually some "ritual" that was acquired when they all went to a bachelor party in New Orleans when I first met JC. Friday was Spiderman's birthday though, so JC and I cut out early and went over to Lilo's house where there was some kind of birthday party going on. I don't really remember much. We had had about 4 shots of Goldschlogger within an hour at the bar, and I was pretty much gone by the time we got to Lilo's. JC has two groups of friends from his work - the ones t...

Mi-Mi and Obi-Wan hanging out at one of our bars...

Ok, so they're not really that "pimp", but they're awful fun when J.C. sports them toobing down the river! Floating in style.

I am more stressed out right now in my life than I have ever been before! It's weird because I have had times in the recent past where I was a hell of lot busier, like a couple of semesters ago when I would get up at 5am, get Gabby and me ready for the day, leave the house by 6am, be at work by 645a, leave work at 315pm, go to the gym for an hour, and then go to school from 530 - 945pm, then I would have to drive to pick up Gabby from my parents, and finally get home and in bed by midnight, then get up and do it all over again in the morning. I did that 3 - 4 days a week, and yes it nearly killed me, and I was on the verge of tears quite often. Somehow, I feel even more stressed than I did then, and now that work ended the only thing I have to do is get up, take Gabby to school, and then I have classes between roughly noon and 2pm. Sounds like a sweet, unstressful schedule, eh? Mi-Mi and I went to lunch the other day and she had a "talk" with me about the how I'm so s...