This will sound like a bunch of emo complaining bit you hear about in all blogs but there are a lot of things I am involved with that I don't agree with that I want to complain about!
A. Facebook. Facebook is where everyone tries to convince the world that they are cool. Well you're not if you want facebook to think so. I get to see all of the insecurities because I'm on facebook. Why? Cause the wife is heading off to Spain. (Not really a lesbian, not really my wife). And facebook is the easiest way to keep in touch while someone is out of the country. Besides email. But even email doesn't make is as convenient to look at sweet pics as it is on facebook. Facebook, you force yourself into my life, but facebook, I hate you.
B. Cello man. I decide to take cello lessons this summer to bring myself up to par. I struggle at first but then I practiced like a champ. Cello man calls and no lesson this week. Or next week. Or the next. A whole month goes by and no cello lessons. But I was so ready to bedazzle you with my cello abilities! And then I lost the gumption to keep practicing the same material for a month.
Next lesson, He thinks I'm an idiot. Next lesson I get busy. Next lesson I have the flu, and decide to not waste the 70 bucks for two more lessons this summer.
C. Speeding tickets.
You're Honor. There is no excuse for my actions. I sped because I never thought I would get caught. I sped again because I never thought I would get caught again! Here is when I decide to be the most careful. And I get pulled over again because I was not carefully enough. And here we are . . . Five tickets on my record and a possibility for a revocation of my license. Your Honor, all I can do is offer my apologies.
This week: Court. Logan. Wedding. Guys, stop getting married.
Nuff said.
I need a hair cut.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
My Summer was Four Days Long
This summer I got a much needed job. An awesome job that will look amazing on an application! But who knew being a receptionist wouldn't let me go outside ever? I did, but I guess I just forgot? Also, who knew that my friend who works at a very non stress, no skill job outside all the time great uplifting job would make more than me, who gets an email from her boss saying "You need not to forget one phone call because I didn't make it home until one last night and you almost cost the company $45,000!" I'm sorry studly little boss man that I'm a stupid little nineteen year old, I didn't know either.
This summer the cops are after me. Its neither nerve racking or exciting. Its just annoying. Yes, I sped up to 40 in a 25. Yes, I was going 75 in a 65. Yes, I was going 90 in a 75. (But I legitimately thought the speed limit was 80, honest.)I'm sorry cop man that you just happen to catch me going down hill on the way to St George and my speed crept up whithout me knowledge and not the bagillion other people who pass me when I'M going 85!
Hey summer thanks for sucking this year when I was probably the most excited to see you came again! So I got aggressive. A month ago I got a couple of day off for this month and no matter what I was going to do something! Whoa dream big! So Last week Wednesday was the eve of my stellar vacation, but still didn't know what I was going to do. Thursday morn I got up, "Hey Carina, lets go to St George instead of Moab" . . . "OK!!!". Two hours later I strapped the kids in the back and we were off. Who knew what where were going to do? Who knew what we were going to see? Not this one here.
We didn't stop the whole time. Literally, we had to force ourselves to sleep, and eating only when convenient. Buffalo Bill secured us a camp spot in Zion. Freak cancellation spree secured us a permit for the subway. God made that piece of nature beautifully breathtaking. Someones messed imagination made Inception a crazy awesome movie! Ben found a baby Lake Powell named Sand Hallow with tons of sand, warmish watter, and fun cliffs to jump off of. Cool Cave, glow stick partiii, Neilson's Custard, crinkly fries, scary tire spikes I've never experienced. Goggle sunglasses who didn't know what day it was let us camp on the beach. Years of nakedness preparation made it easy as cherry pie to get naked in the water and all over camp and to feel the absolute freedom of naked. Say naked again. Naked. MMM rock climbing. Sweat, sweat drive home.
Boom, summer in four days.
Back at work where the crazies live. I wish it was convenient to shower.
This summer the cops are after me. Its neither nerve racking or exciting. Its just annoying. Yes, I sped up to 40 in a 25. Yes, I was going 75 in a 65. Yes, I was going 90 in a 75. (But I legitimately thought the speed limit was 80, honest.)I'm sorry cop man that you just happen to catch me going down hill on the way to St George and my speed crept up whithout me knowledge and not the bagillion other people who pass me when I'M going 85!
Hey summer thanks for sucking this year when I was probably the most excited to see you came again! So I got aggressive. A month ago I got a couple of day off for this month and no matter what I was going to do something! Whoa dream big! So Last week Wednesday was the eve of my stellar vacation, but still didn't know what I was going to do. Thursday morn I got up, "Hey Carina, lets go to St George instead of Moab" . . . "OK!!!". Two hours later I strapped the kids in the back and we were off. Who knew what where were going to do? Who knew what we were going to see? Not this one here.
We didn't stop the whole time. Literally, we had to force ourselves to sleep, and eating only when convenient. Buffalo Bill secured us a camp spot in Zion. Freak cancellation spree secured us a permit for the subway. God made that piece of nature beautifully breathtaking. Someones messed imagination made Inception a crazy awesome movie! Ben found a baby Lake Powell named Sand Hallow with tons of sand, warmish watter, and fun cliffs to jump off of. Cool Cave, glow stick partiii, Neilson's Custard, crinkly fries, scary tire spikes I've never experienced. Goggle sunglasses who didn't know what day it was let us camp on the beach. Years of nakedness preparation made it easy as cherry pie to get naked in the water and all over camp and to feel the absolute freedom of naked. Say naked again. Naked. MMM rock climbing. Sweat, sweat drive home.
Boom, summer in four days.
Back at work where the crazies live. I wish it was convenient to shower.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Crazy Crazies
At my desk at work I keep a giant tub of jelly bellies. No not for people who come in or for the little children to have a little treat, they are mine because I love them. I got this tub about a week after I started working and its a little more than half gone. I love bellies. And you know how jelly belly eating goes, you pick out you're favorites and eat them first because the others can be pretty sick nasty. So having this tub for a while I have grazed all my favorites and the have become scarce to find. Ok cool. But yesterday I open the tub to dig around a little and to my utter amazement ALL of my favor ties were on tOPPPPP!!!! What? This never happen? Where did they come from?
I work for a clinical research facility and a study we're conducting currently is for insomnia. This entails multiple once a week sleep overs for our qualifiers. We have about two every night. So my jelly belly theory is that some poor insomnia stricken individual trying to free load on some cash saw my tub of jelly bellies and went to town. Just grabbed with both hands and shook it above their head because once again they had another long night without sleep! I would too! Sleeping is my favorite! Its a win win, sleeplessness got a little rage out and I was left with a beautiful garden of cantaloupe, french vanilla, roasted marsh mellow, tutti fruity and bubble gum. MMMMM thank you enraged tired man, I hope you sleep good tonight.
And lets talk about PMS. I have always thought it was the gayest, most pathetic but so real thing in the world! Its awful. But the bright side is its such a good excuse. Its not you who feels these ridiculous emotions. So yes I feel this way but if anyone in the world blames my unpleasantness on PMS there will be a serious rumble and a huge smack down!
I work for a clinical research facility and a study we're conducting currently is for insomnia. This entails multiple once a week sleep overs for our qualifiers. We have about two every night. So my jelly belly theory is that some poor insomnia stricken individual trying to free load on some cash saw my tub of jelly bellies and went to town. Just grabbed with both hands and shook it above their head because once again they had another long night without sleep! I would too! Sleeping is my favorite! Its a win win, sleeplessness got a little rage out and I was left with a beautiful garden of cantaloupe, french vanilla, roasted marsh mellow, tutti fruity and bubble gum. MMMMM thank you enraged tired man, I hope you sleep good tonight.
And lets talk about PMS. I have always thought it was the gayest, most pathetic but so real thing in the world! Its awful. But the bright side is its such a good excuse. Its not you who feels these ridiculous emotions. So yes I feel this way but if anyone in the world blames my unpleasantness on PMS there will be a serious rumble and a huge smack down!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
No Hope For Humanity
I can't escape the cold. I picked the coldest place in the world to gain my higher education. Where it snows even on the last day of your last final that is in May? What? If I only knew how cold it is up there
I needed a job this summer. So I got a job this summer. I'm a receptionist, boring but it pays and looks good on paper so I can't complain. But Its cold.
Dear Dr. Harris,
I don't really care if the window in your office heats up your office in the morning. You're a tad over weight and the layer of insulating fat will keep you a few degrees warmer than the rest of us. So help a sister out. Please stop coming into the lobby and jacking up the AC so I have to wear long sleeves and a sweater to keep the goosebumps away.
I send my love,
Mini Receptionist
I want to say, "Awe screw you!" But not really because I miss you.
So I'm a little sad. I'm a little sad because its freezing where I'm at!
I needed a job this summer. So I got a job this summer. I'm a receptionist, boring but it pays and looks good on paper so I can't complain. But Its cold.
Dear Dr. Harris,
I don't really care if the window in your office heats up your office in the morning. You're a tad over weight and the layer of insulating fat will keep you a few degrees warmer than the rest of us. So help a sister out. Please stop coming into the lobby and jacking up the AC so I have to wear long sleeves and a sweater to keep the goosebumps away.
I send my love,
Mini Receptionist
I want to say, "Awe screw you!" But not really because I miss you.
So I'm a little sad. I'm a little sad because its freezing where I'm at!
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