Man I was so super grouchy this morning. Anyone looking in my window would have been cracking up at the scowl on my face. At one point I was trying to get my keys out of my pocket and they got stuck a little, so I shout, "I HATE YOU!" and then I felt like it wasn't the keys fault so I amended it with," ...LIFE!".
Great, so now I hate life, I thought to myself. Real nice, Anne.
But I got in the car with Kate for the drive to work and I'm just bitching about everything. And we get to work and she tells me I'm acting like this guy:
And that made me feel a lot better. This guy is my new hero. He hates everything, for no reason. Good stuff.
Already feeling much better, thanks to such nice comments from my friends, and the following things:
Joined a gym.
I have been paying $20 a month for a membership at Cardinal Fitness, and I haven't been there in 5 months. It just didn't make sense anymore, because I carpool to work now, so I can't stop on the way home from work, and it sort of voids the purpose for carpooling if I drive back there after getting home. Anyway, there is a gym about 3 blocks from my house and I called and checked it out. And went in to try it out last night. AND I got up this morning and went! And although I didn't technically join because I'm still in the trial period, isn't this just about as close as I'm gonna get? Yeah.
Credit card balance is under $400.
When I was 20 I couldn't resist the credit card offers they kept sending me. So I blew the limit on a Sears card. Got a new TV and DVD player, tons of CD's, and a computer. I don't have any of that stuff anymore, but I did have a $3000+ balance at one time. I let the interest go crazy by thinking I could ignore them and they would go away. But I wised up a while back and started sending in money regularly, even $50 pretty consistently. Once that's gone I will be so happy! I can devote more funds to my car payment or school loans. Or a pair of knee high boots, whatever.
Saved $100 per month by switching to a shared plan on Sprint.
Why is this on the list? Because any little victory you can make with a cell phone carrier is quite an accomplishment. But I can't take credit for this one, Tom called and straightened it out. He also charmed them into giving us a $90 credit. So right now I owe them -$22.50. Yeah, negative twenty-two-fifty. Booyakasha.
So, I just feel like writing. Not a website review, not a meme, not a themed entry. Just me this time. When I first started blogging I was just totally honest about what I blogged. Then I got more readers, and like most bloggers I know, I had to start censoring what I say based on who might be reading.
Fuck that. And consider yourself warned, I'm having a really crabtastic day.
I miss school. Immensely. I miss sitting in a class taking notes and watching people around me text message while the prof lectures. I miss Student Senate and meetings and missed opportunities to go to D.C. I miss waiting in line at the bookstore. I miss sitting in the library and eating in the cafeteria. I miss getting a free pass to make my own hours at work because I'm a student. I miss the challenge. I miss it in my gut, you know that feeling? I looked out the back window of my car today and saw my MATC window decal. I thought I should rip it down since I'm not a student there anymore, technically. I'm between schools right now. It's sad, really. I should have gone back this semester.
My teeth are all jacked up. But not on Mountain Dew. Mostly Diet Coke and not brushing before bed consistently. Oh and bad genes. Thanks for the Aggressive Periodontal Disease, mom and dad. I am headed to the dentist this afternoon for my third of four $198 deep cleanings. My insurance ran out a while back. $1000 per year, are they crazy? No they are smart, because they make more money that way, not having to pay for my dental hygiene problems. I had a root canal and a crown already, and next on the calendar are four wisdom teeth removals. At least the dentist is supremely good looking. I enjoy going for that reason alone.
Also -- and I won't get into too much detail lest you squirm in your chair -- I am having a *ahem* 'procedure' done to rule out cancer in a few days. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm optistic because it will do me no good to worry about it until I know exactly what we're dealing with here. Again, wishing I would have taken the real insurance instead of the Health Savings Account paired with a high deductible ($3000) cuz I'm not even close to meeting that goal. IF something is wrong with me I will switch it during open enrollment this January. Cross your fingers, pray, knock on wood, whatever. I have a feeling I'll be a whiny little cancer patient and nobody wants to see that so let's think in the opposite direction, mkay.
My dad. Urghhshhshlll. <<< That's a noise, trust me, it's like a combo of a sigh and a frustrated groan. I still haven't found him a place to live. Well, he has a place to live but I think we can find a better place, and I just haven't been on the hunt like I should. I won't even tell you how many places I've looked at but trust me it's not enough. And I'm racked up with guilt over it. It's a big responsibility. And I've seen the top notch places - I've worked in them - so everything else looks like Auschwitz to me. Yeah I said it I'm sorry. If only I had money to send him to a private pay facility. Who said money can't buy happiness. I would gladly throw money at this problem.
Work. Dude - I dream about work. And I go on these binges of working maniacally one day and doing the work of like an entire week and then the next day I can't concentrate or get motivated for shit. And I like my job so I worry about losing it the whole time. And there's a lot of responsibility too. I mean, when did I grow up and get a real job? I was clerking at a liquor store for five years, and now I have this and I complain that it's challenging? Yeah, right about the same time that I didn't go back to dropped out of school. Cuz let's call it what it is. I dropped out.
I realized after watching Barack Obama's speech last night that I will be thoroughly heartbroken if Obama does not become our next president. I feel a twinge of despair just thinking about the fact that the AP likes to say it's a "close race".
While I was originally a covert Hillary supporter, now I will gladly place all my hopes on this man. The Obama campaign's clever marketing has a lot to do with it. Michelle's tear-inducing speech, the eloquent emails from Barack, Michelle, and Joe in my inbox every few days, the text message right to me telling me who the veep is. The CHANGE signs, the lower taxes (yeah, it's rhetoric but it's nice to hear right?), the health care promises, the reduced foreign oil dependency. The end of the war. The fact that he's NOT Bush.
I admire Barack Obama for dedicating himself to our country, for his willing commitment to be our new leader. I respect that he is willing to expose himself to the world and shatter the discriminatory practices of yesterday. And believe it or not, I have a newfound love for my country through him.
If he can win, I will gladly laugh at the late night comedians' monologue jokes poking fun at him for whatever they may. I'm ready to reach into my bank account to give money to ensure that he gets where we need him to be. The last time I supported a candidate like this was when I went door-to-door campaigning for Wisconsin Libertarian candidate for governer, Ed Thompson. And that was just because someone asked me to.
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