| Friday, April 29, 2005
I got my nose peirced! I also just painted my nails...so I will write about it later. 8:31 PM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Wednesday, April 27, 2005 I just ate six waffles. Now I have stomach cramps. Yowsa. I did my nails!!! A full acrylic set! I went to Sally's (by the way, they have their "now hiring" sign back up in the window...I think I might call them) and found a gel glue that had different ingredients than the other stuff I was using. So far my nails feel good. The last time I put a full set on my nails were throbbing afterwards. So I think I was allergic to the glue. I guess we'll see. The new girl came in early today and told us about how she had a date on Monday. It was some "tall, cute" army guy. She said she wasn't sure if he liked her cuz she hadn't heard from him yet. Her sister set her up with him. I'm thinking she probably isn't going to hear back from him. I know that sounds mean but I can't see a "tall, cute" army guy going for her. I just can't. 7:56 PM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Saturday, April 23, 2005 Well, I attempted to put my contacts in today. I have them in now and everything looks HUGE. Of course, I'm seeing everything normally now, but when you wear glasses, it makes everything really small. I learned why in physics class once (at least I think it was physics) but don't ask me to repeat it, it was complicated. Anyway, it's really hard to get used to, after a week of wearing glasses. My head kinda hurts, actually. Like the new layout? This is the picture I lust after every time I get on the computer. (It's set as my wall paper.) Travis tries to change it every once in a while, replacing it with some fat man's butt crack or something, but like that's going to stop me. I've been really hungry these past couple days. Like super hungry. I cannot get full. Oh yeah, remember that self-tanner I put on? Yeah, that totally messed up my one arm. I guess I bent my elbow too soon cuz I've got some weird triangle like marks on the inside of the one. Then there's a round spot on the same arm. I look like I have a skin disease. I think I touched up against something before the lotion dried. I don't know how I'm going to fix it. I certainly can't go out into public like this. 7:33 PM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Friday, April 22, 2005 Crap. I put self-tanner on earlier, but it has color so you can see where it goes. So of course now I'm noticing that when I washed my hands I left a funny mark on my wrist. I'm currently trying to fix it. The other arm looks good, though, lol. I'm going to get a massive check this week. Even if I don't go into work tomorrow I'll get a good check...which is good. I just spent $234 on new glasses (ack!) and Katie wants me to go down to Tennessee with her brother for a week or so. Next week should be pretty good too. Oh yeah, about the self-tanner. The owner got it in some kind of package deal. The lotion was priced at $17.49 for retail, but I get it for cheaper because I get to pay whatever the salon paid to get it. Well, she didn't know how much it was, she was guessing ten dollars or more, so I put $10 in the drawer for it. But today, another co-worker was asking how much it was and the owner said that she wasn't sure. She's going to wait until the rep comes in and ask how much it is WITHOUT the package deal. Um, excuse me. Shouldn't I only owe what you paid for it? She's trying to make money off of me! She already told me I had to pay every time I do my nails there (which I haven't done since December at her stupid salon.) I think she's pissed off that I'm actually making a decent amount of money there now. She's working this Monday instead of me now. I'm wondering if she's going to call me off tomorrow. I'd greatly appreciate if she did! I haven't had a good night's sleep at all this week. That kid was at the salon again today. The one who called me cute. He ignored me pretty much all day. I don't think he was expecting me to be wearing glasses. Speaking of glasses, my new perscription was making me sick all day. When I picked them up yesterday I didn't think I was going to be able to drive home. I was stumbling around Wal-mart like I was drunk. I had to buy a new contact case (story later) and everything looked closer than it really was. I reached out to grab a case and missed it. I felt so stupid. It's hard to be around people when you feel like that, too. Plus I feel like a dork in my glasses. Like a complete nerd. Blah. I know a week or so ago I blogged about my eye hurting like crazy. Well, it keeps bothering me and I keep going without my contacts for a day or so...which is what prompted me to get new glasses. My old ones were my old perscription and it was hard to drive with them. Well now my eye is all weird again. I've been using my pinkeye drops that I got the last time I went to the dr. about my stupid eye. It's the same freakin eye. I think I just keep infecting myself, so that's why I got a new contact case. Hopefully doing that and putting in new contacts will stop this craziness. 8:19 PM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Wednesday, April 20, 2005 I wish I was pretty. A lady that I work with was talking about one of her clients who's in junior high and she said, "She's just the prettiest girl I've ever seen!" I want people to say that about me. Is there something wrong with me for wanting that? I used to think I was horribly ugly. So ugly I would make people vomit if they looked at me. In 10th grade I got contacts and my hair highlighted and then I noticed something. People were making comments that I was pretty...but at that time I didn't know what they were saying. Now I understand. I was just so used to being the ugly one. Then when I started chatting online, all kinds of guys would IM me with "you're hot". But then as I got around more and more people I realized that guys pretty much called almost every girl "hot", so I wasn't anything special. This is what goes through my head every day. Look in the mirror. "I look good today." Look in the mirror. "I look AWFUL!" Look in the mirror. "I can't believe I left the house looking like this!" Look in the mirror. "Well, I guess it's not that bad." I'm so confused. Especially now. I don't get comments anymore. I stopped chatting pretty much. My pastor, who used to tell my parents what a "looker" I was and make comments to me about my looks doesn't say anything anymore. The most recent time my looks were commented on was several months ago in the salon. A son of one of the people I work with just out of the blue said, "Mary, you're cute." That made my week. But that was the last of it. I guess I just want to be noticed for something. I used to get noticed for my good grades, but then I stopped caring. I get noticed for my artistic ability, especially when it comes to nails. I would like to get noticed for my writing, too, but I'm too afraid to let anyone read it. I buy soooo many products to make myself look better...can't I be noticed for that? Maybe there's nothing to notice. Ouch. 9:55 PM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Tuesday, April 19, 2005 So, I was up at my church, sitting there, doing my thing, sticking Bible verses onto the TV program when I heard a noise. It almost sounded like sparks. Since we have all kinds of wires hooked up to the computer, I started looking around, just in case. I didn't see anything, but then I thought (for some reason) that something might have fallen into the trash can. So I pulled it out and looked into it. THERE WERE A PAIR OF EYES LOOKING UP AT ME! I almost lost it. I dropped the trashcan back into its spot and started running down the steps into the studio, but when I opened the door these guys were there from the Vietnam Memorial Wall (we are making a commercial for them.) So I went back into the control room and tried to calm myself down. I did try to go back and see exactly what was in the trash can, but every time I looked at it I got all creeped out (you know, like when you see bugs...like bugs are crawling all over you.) Once I got calmed down, I went downstairs, past those Vietnam Wall guys (politely said hello), and straight to my dad's office. He was on the phone with my mom and he asked what I wanted. I said, "There is a MOUSE in the trash can upstairs!" He hung up and acted all skeptical, like I was seeing things. We got upstairs and he grabbed the trash can and looked in it. Then started like shaking it around and hitting it. He said, "There are TWO in here and they're both dead." I almost fainted. It was so gross. I told him, though, that I heard something and that's what made me look, but he said I couldn't have cuz they were both dead. So he took them outside and when he came back in, he said, "You were right. There were THREE in there, one was alive and the other two were dead." OH VOMIT! It took me a good half an hour to be able to sit back at the computer again. Any little noise I like freaked out. I want to know how they got in there, though. That's what's REALLY creepy. The trash can was under a table and there were no ledges near it. Travis tried to tell me that it's my fault that two mice died because they were after my Cooler Ranch Doritos (I get hungry when I'm up there) but they were the stupid heads who climbed into the trash can. 12:30 AM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Saturday, April 16, 2005 Lately I've been finding myself desperate for conversations. I'll talk to anyone and everyone at the salon about anything. I even talked to a girl that worked at American Eagle Outfitters the other night while I was shopping by myself. There's nothing more depressing than wandering the mall alone. I had no clue where I was going. I couldn't get anyone's opinions. *quick thought* While I was in AEO, I tried on a tshirt and a halter top. Usually, I wear a large in their tshirts, but the one I had looked small, so I tried it on. I was right, it was small. The halter top, which I grabbed in an XL was also too tight. I was taking the halter back to where I got it and this girl that works there was like, "Oh didn't it work out for you?" Me: "No, it was too small." Girl: "Oh, do you want me to grab you a bigger size?" Me: "This is an extra large." Girl: "Oh." I just turned around and laughed. Then when I was checking out, I set my two tshirts on the counter and the girl (who I was talking to) was like: "Are you sure you need an extra large in these?" Me: "Yes." Girl: "Are you sure? Did you try them on?" Me: "Yeah, the large was too tight." Girl: "Ok, just wanted to be sure." Yes, people. I WEAR AN EXTRA LARGE! I know, I'm not an extra large girl. I'm 5'2 and no one believes that I weigh 145, but I do. So, there. =P Back to my main topic, I feel like I'm in highschool again. You know, I was so quiet in elementary school...and I always got really good grades. Then somewhere in 9th or 10th grade I just lost it. I talked in class, I chewed gum, I got C's and B's (yet somehow managed to become Valedictorian...it was a small school.) Then after graduation, there was a pause. Katie moved to Tennessee, Becka fell in love with Jason, and I met Travis and that was the end of things. I hardly saw any of my friends anymore, and when we did get to hang out, there was just too much to do to really have any fun. Katie would either always have plans with her family or I was planning my wedding. So I went back into my quiet phase. I hated working at the salon at first, being around all those people. And I always hated feeling like I had to talk to them. Now I'll talk to anyone who smiles at me. I still don't like people, but I don't mind talking to them. The one lady and I spend most of our time at the salon talking to each other about all kinds of stuff. Another coworker and I will make fun of clients together, but it's still not enough. And now that I'm having girl problems, I want a girl to talk with. I tried talking to one of them about it, but the others I don't feel comfortable with. Plus, no one there really seems to care that much about anything I have to say. Oh, they were coloring the new girl's hair the other day. I wanted to say something so badly. They haven't noticed that I gave myself highlights yet, but I'm waiting for them to say something about it. I guess last Saturday she got sick and was like about to puke in the middle of the salon. She was leaning on everyone and they took her back to the bathroom. These are direct quotes from the people I work with telling the story: Coworker: "We took her back into the bathroom and she leaned over the toilet like she was going to puke, but then she said, 'It might come out both ends.'" Coworker: "I asked her, 'Are you eating?' She doesn't eat right, so I wanted to make sure she ate that day." Ok, no DUH she doesn't eat right. I guess a few years ago she lost like 80 pounds and kept it off, but everytime she cooks for the salon, it's apple dumplings...or cinnamon rolls...or something gay like that. If her idea of lunch is PASTRY no WONDER she was fat. I HATE when she cooks! I always starve. I just wish that I was in contact with some of the people I went to school with back in the day. The reason is, my mom had a birthday party for my uncle, who was turning 50. They invited his friend, too, who was also turning 50 and it was a double party. So of course guests of the other guy had to come as well. Included in those guests was a guy who used to be in my class, just a year or two though. He was a real weirdo. No one liked him. No one liked me either, but they at least liked me more than him. Anyway, it was like the end of the school year and they were teasing him asking who he liked in the class or something and he said, "Well, if I was looking for a girlfriend, I would like Mary."..or something along those lines. I never lived that one down. So of course I was not happy when my mom told me he was going to be in their house (plus their whole family are fruit loops). Three of them came barging in wearing cowboy hats and I almost burst out laughing. I pretty much avoided any room he was in the whole time. He didn't try to talk to me or anything, which was good. His sister talked to me, though, which she is probably the biggest nut case in the bunch. She was a year older than me in school, but I spent some time with her. One particular time I will never forget. It was near Christmas and their youth group was doing a scavenger hunt in the mall. We were divided up into teams and had to go around to different stores gathering clues. This girl elected herself the leader of our team (which a friend of mine and I tried desperately to switch teams) and paraded us around the mall wearing a belt with jingle bells on it. This stupid hunt lasted for four or five hours. We didn't leave that mall until 11 or so. I heard jingle bells in my sleep. We didn't win, of course. It was our bad leadership. To prove how fruity she is, she has five kids (at least that's how many I saw) and wasn't keeping an eye on any of them. The one actually wandered out to the front porch and just fell off the steps. He wasn't trying to go down them, he just FELL OFF. He came with a gash in his head and got a matching one beneath it. His grandmother was the one who came in and got a papertowel wet with some ice to put on his scrape. This girl just sat on the couch and watched the Christian TV station with her family. Yes, that's what they turned it to. I walked past and had to do a double take. It was a telethon and they were sitting around glued to the screen. I had to laugh. Then at the end of the night I was sitting in the kitchen, across the table from my uncle and that kid comes in and asks a question about some computer game. My uncle said: "Hey, how's your computer working out for you?" Mother: "Oh, I don't know, ask him, he's on the computer all the time." (I could've predicted that...that also told me that he still lives at home.) Kid: "You know that game you gave me....I'm stuck in the temple....I just got my sword.....and I can't get out." (There was NO inflection in his voice.) My uncle went on to tell him something about how to get out, but I was just thinking they couldn't leave fast enough. And as soon as they did leave, I just had my relatives to gossip to, but most of the good ones had already left. So I was stuck with just telling Travis, but he doesn't know any of those people so it's not as funny to him. 12:31 AM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Tuesday, April 12, 2005 I think I'm launching into some kind of depression. I didn't get hired at Sally's. I just paid $114 for glasses...and that was only half of the cost. I stopped buying my birth control patches to save money and to avoid going back to the dr., but now I'm not going "back to normal" and so I have to make an appointment with the doctor anyway. The freakin apartment is a mess. I've just been washing dishes as we need them. I feel like I have adult ADD. I'm forgetting like all kinds of stuff. I'm just not with it. I need to put a cap on my spending. I told myself today that I cannot buy anything frivolous anymore. I tried selling some stupid rings I bought on ebay but they didn't sell. I'm so stupid. 10:05 PM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- I think that women's gynocological exams should be paid for. Unless you're making six figures a year, it's hard to afford these appointments if you don't have insurance. The last time I went, I paid nearly $200. That's two paychecks for me. I also think that if in this said exam they discover something wrong, that all further tests should be paid for, if not in full, in part as well. They'll pay for food for your baby, they'll give you help if you're pregnant, they'll give you an abortion, but they won't pay for a normal gyno exam unless you're making less than $20,000 a year, and that's if you're married. I'm sorry, but there are things called BILLS that have to be paid. They're giving people one free credit report a year. They're giving old men Viagra. But I can't afford to see my gynocologist and find out what's wrong with me. 1:24 AM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Sunday, April 03, 2005 I bought The Newly Weds first season on DVD yesterday. Yippee! I watched almost all of them tonight. I wish the special features were better. Like more out-take kind of stuff. I can't wait for the second season to come out. I've been writing a lot lately. Mainly on an old story I wrote about four or five years ago...maybe even longer than that, I forget. Anyway, almost every year since I've written it I've gotten into it and changed something else. Now I'm really revamping it, even thinking about completely changing the ending. Maybe if I get it written well enough I will send it to a publisher. 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