Relay for life.

I started our bright eyed and bouncing. I was laughing at all the cool costumes, the "Pirates of the Cure-ibbean", the "ninja nurses". They had live bands and I was dancing. By midnight I was slowing down.

Normally I am okay for all nighters. I routinely go to be when the sun is getting up. This particular morning however my morning loving room mate decided it was totally unacceptable that I stay in bed after 10 am. After going to sleep at 5am , 10 am was not a reasonable time for me to look awake. However, I did it! I was AWAKE! (The popular joke that morning was that I figured out how to make my actors look like zombies. Gee, love you too guys.) So I'm looking at a daunting 12 hour walk starting at 7, but I managed to be awake and some what personable during the day.

So I think its totally reasonable that at midnight my body started to start lagging. Add the fact that earlier my boyfriend "casually" mentioned that him and I want to backpack lots of places and while doing this "backpacking" we would indeed be walking, and wearing backpacks. So perhaps this would be a great opportunity to train for it. (Some love eh? Taking advantage of my lower brain functions to convince me that this was a good idea.) So I was tired and lugging a 40 pound backpack around the godforsaken track.

I hustled through, I'm a fighter, that's actually a total lie, I am the biggest wuss. But somehow* (*my boyfriend literally pushing me) I got around the track.
By 1 o'clock they started bringing out the Karaoke. I suddenly got my energy back! The track was big enough that you couldn't really hear the singers at one end so I was flying past the stage in an effort to get to that most loved stretch.

By 5 am I was deader than dead. I am sad to say it but I gave up at 5:30. I couldn't continue. I crashed in my tent for the last 2 and a half hours, ashamed and unaccomplished.

I'm never quite as lonely as when my email inbox is empty.

I need to stop watching scary movies.

I watch way too many of them. They have seeped into reality for me. It is no longer a question of if ghosts exist its whether I have done something to piss them off enough that they will haunt me.

It's late, and I'm tired, but I can't sleep. Why?
It's because I'm in a new place and I keep staring at the closet thinking a creepy Japanese spirit is going to crawl out and stare at me.

I know it's odd (whats not odd about me?) but one of my deepest desires is to have a phobia that I'm never going to come across or one that could help me.

Chickens — Alektorophobia
I wonder does this translate to eating chicken as well?
Chopsticks — Consecotaleophobia
This wouldn't be too hard to avoid. I wouldn't even have to stop eating Chinese food, I'm white so they always assume I can't use chopsticks.
Garlic — Alliumphobia
Apperently you don't have to be a vampire to be scared of garlic.
Peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth — Arachibutyrophobia
...
Phobias — Phobophobia
Yes, a phobia about having a phobia.

Arithmophobia- Fear of numbers
How helpful would this have been to get out of Math class?

Alas, I'm sitting here in the semi dark fearing something as boring as the dark.
Though through my research I think I may suffer from Metrophobia (Fear of poetry)

Realization of the month.

Karma hates me, I'll prove it.

FRIDAY.

Yes my weekend starts on Friday. Someone invisible has decided jam a pen in my left ear, hard. I cant sleep. I'm so tired and in so much pain I eventually just become hysterical. I read on the Internet that hot towels ease the pain, so my head is soaked.
You may ask, why don't you go to the doctor? Easy. No health card. I never get sick see, my immune system is usually so bad ass. Eventually I relent to the Tylenol siren call, after 4 extra strength pills I'm out like a light.

SATURDAY & SUNDAY.

Saturday and Sunday pass swiftly and relatively pain free, except I am getting progressively deafer in my left ear.

MONDAY.

I got my health card. My left ear has now stopped working almost completely. But my luck has turned! The emergency room is near empty! I get signed in a in a room within 20 minutes! Karma cannot have this! Suddenly 4 ambulances come rushing in! I swear worst injury was whip lash. However, there is only ONE doctor on duty so my 20 minute wait turns into three hours.
Three hours for a thirty second visit. I get pills, they are nasty.

TUESDAY & WEDNESDAY & THURSDAY.

For Tuesday to Thursday I work. Cute kids, scary dog that wants to eat me. My chest starts looking funny, kind of red.

FRIDAY.

My body looks like a tomato! Remember the red? It spread, to everywhere! So I call up my father, as I am talking to him I watch as red bumps start to cover my body. I trek off to the hospital, and get MORE pills.
These pills suck! Four times a day and they make me sleepy and drowsy.

:(

Money, pills and fags.*

I have a job, finally right?
Its not great in fact I'm pretty sure I'm going to end up hating life itself in a couple moths but I'm getting money.

I now look after kids. On the bright side they are so cute. On the down side I have met their mother twice and she's already a pain. She talks in circles and she tells her kids that I am going to do all these different things with them, including but not limited to ; walking the dogs, doing science experiments with them and cleaning her house. So far I've only met one of the three. Not to mention she already has me booked well into August. >.<
But I will be making around $1,500 a month more than my current income of nil.
With enough money this job will be worth it... I hope.


It's a miracle I have turned out as well as I have. Yes, I consider myself as a well rounded person. (Okay mildly rounded, think of a triangle with rounded points.)
The other day I was on the phone with my father (who is 44) and he let slip the word "fag". I do not like that word, he knows it and usually doesn't use it. Only when hes been working too much. Any way, instead of apologizing he decides to say it repeatedly. after I hung up he called me back.... to repeat it some more. I stopped calling him back, and in return he sent me text messages with only one word repeated. He took the time out to type it out more than 50 times, just to bother me.
See, all things considering I AM well rounded.

On another note, I'm deaf in one ear. I have a ear infection, something I've never gotten and really don't recommend. Not fun, I got stuff shoved in my ear by a (cute) doctor, and have to take gross pills. Also, I have a pig named Mr. Wiggles on Wow. :)

* please don't hate me for using that word. I am a nice person. And I don't even swear usually much less use words like that. And I PROMISE my fathers just immature and he's actually a nice guy.

I love the internet,

http://dontstandnexttothesun.org/

really I do.

super powers.

** They fly, they shoot webs, they are tough. "They" are super heroes.
They have super powers.
I have a super power too, it's being awkward.



My dad has a girlfriend. Her and I don't get along. But I have realize a lot of blame for that falls on me. So, I decided to get her a mothers day card. She's a great mom, awesome even.

So I got her this really cool wonder woman card and it talks and I was totally stoked.
Then I wrote this in it:
Happy mothers day. As an expert on mothers* I know a good one when I see one. And you're a great one! (Not that I'm saying you're MY mom, cause I know you would hate that. I just meant that you're a great mom to my brothers. Which I'm sure you already know and don't need me telling you that you're doing a great job. Cause you totally are. and this side notes getting a little long so.... thumbs up!) :D



W...T...F?!
Did I even think about what I was writing? No, I just wrote. So if you ever need any thing made awkward... I guess you know who to call.


*My dads a bit of a player and so on top of his 2 wives I had countless girlfriends trying to be my mom for 2 weeks. until they got bored of me.
** That's the picture i drew for thumbs up. I think it was supposed to be me... but I'm not sure.