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| It's only 9:15pm and I feel like it's late and like I need to be going to bed now. Granted, my new job which starts on Monday requires me to get up an hour earlier than I do now, and I want to orient my body into thinking it's right and normal to get up at that Godawful hour.
Tomorrow:
work
call Iain to say hello
shopping with mom to buy new facewash, bodywash, and to use my Target gift card I got from my grandparents
call Jen because it was her birthday on the 21st and I need to see her
call Renee because I flaked out on her tonight so I could do family things and say goodbye to the grandparents
take clothes to the dry cleaners
clean my room
finish and put away laundry
unload dishwasher and reload
make a trip to the library
Will I get all that done? Probably not.
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| At the parents' house sitting Conner, sitting him, not sitting ON him. He is lovely yet a little demanding. I have to leave here in about twenty minutes to go meet Chris Anderson, Iain's mom, to get his winter coat from her so I can bring it to him when I fly to Boston in three days. I can't believe it's been 6 weeks already. Time is rushing past my face this whole last year. This morning it is snowing outside. To my knowledge, it is the first snow of the season. I sat in my mom's lovely, teal painted, cushion adorned window seat eating organic, exotic flavored yogurt and drinking my honey sweetened mate watching the white flakes swirl around the patio furniture. It's been relaxing to be here. I feel a bit like I'm on vacation because I'm not in my own house. On the other hand, I feel like I'm living out of a suitcase. Note to self: next time I dogsit, I'll bring my hamper. Right now my dirty clothes are just in a pile on the floor. Bahumbug. New website I like: goodreads.com If you like to read, it's quite fun. Sara, you should join. Mel, you should join. Kins, you should join. I suppose I should put real clothes on and pin my hair up and back. I look a tad frightening. | | |
| I feel like my hair is healthy now. I think all the deadness i from dying it so much myself is finally cut off. It is still shorter than it was at the beginning of the summer, which is not so great, considering I've been trying to grow it out this whole time, but I feel like I'm on a better foundation now. Maybe with a stylist I go to that I can afford I won't cut my own hair, which will help in the effort to let it grow. I always cut off too much. I also am taking gelatin supplements. This helps I think. It makes my nails grow incredibly fast, and I think it makes the little hairs on my stomach grow furiously (not so good). So hopefully it's working on the hair on my head. Boston Boston Boston Boston. A week from this Wednesday. Oh bliss. I have gotten in to sewing and I love it! I've made two shirts so far. My next project is going to be a rather simple, cropped, wool jacket. I'm going to wait until after Boston when mom will be back in town and I will be in town. I'm still not quite comfortable sewing on my own completely. I took my computer to get fixed. This means that at some point when I get back from Boston it will be done and I can have the internet in my room again. Also a place to write comfortably on a book idea that has been circulating in my head. Must get on that one. I have laundry to put away and the rest of the house is a mess. Bahumbug. Time to clean. !!! | | |
| Today is my day off work, which is lovely. I've spent last night and today at mom and dad's house watching Conner while they're away in Wyoming having unpleasant teeth work done. Really, I think dad's just getting a splint to wear at night. All the same, they're driving and away from home. I went to the gym this morning, and obsession I have recently found and love. Nothing to cure a cranky-pants mood like the gym. Seriously. I also went to the library and discovered the bliss of shelf perusing. I got a book on long-distance relationships, which ended up not being very helpful, a book called something like, 101 Things I Wish I Had Known Before Getting Married, or something similar, which was enlightening, a very chick lit style book on your first year of marriage, which from the intro and the first chapter is fabulous, and about four books on fiction. I've been feeling encouraged and ready to actually write these days. Some of this might be because I'm getting bored with the monotony of my job and having a hard time figuring out exactly what I WOULD enjoy doing. Something that requires a little more skill, creativity, and knowledge than this. I get entirely overwhelmed looking for jobs, and really what I think I'd like is to be a writer. So I've changed my outlook. Less of: how will I get a job I love that pays things well and how will I even go about finding it or getting it with no experience. But more of: I'll do what I need to to pay bills and have my actual job at home on the side, writing as much as I humanly can in hopes that someday I won't be so confined by bills. The plans for today: read more, because I don't do it enough and thrive off of it so much, go to the gym again to workout with my trainer, go to bed to wake up in the morning to go to work. On another note: less than two weeks until I go visit Iain in Boston. I am excited beyond words. :) | | |
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