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I am so very bad at updating this thing lately. I don't know why, a lot's been going on. I just have no drive to write about it all. There's everything with Adam, my Mom's visit out here, all my plans for the rest of the summer... It's funny because I'm on here all the time, I just can't make myself write.

I've been editing the pictures I took while my mom was here because I FINALLY managed to steal acquire Photoshop CS5. I've missed it so. The photos came out AWESOME, if I do say so myself. When they're all online, I'll link to them and post a few here. I start my work week in about 5 hours, which then means I really don't get much time to myself until Sunday night. I don't mind, I REALLY need the cash. Here's hoping we pick back up, the last few weeks have been unbearable.

I will make my New Year's Eve post tomorrow night, which I do every year, so it'll really be a New Year's Day post because I know I won't get home before midnight.

That's okay, I spent $300 on underwear and lingerie from Victoria's Secret, I need to work all day to cover it. No more big spending after this. I have everything I want so I'm good. Jeans, boots, new clothes, makeup, etc. Well, there is one more thing I will buy, and that's the Alice in Wonderland Book of Shadows from Urban Decay. But it isn't out yet so I can't get it.

Anyway. I think I'm getting sick again. I napped on Adam's couch for half an hour after I picked him up from the airport because I was so tired, and I felt all lethargic and crummy tonight. I went out briefly to my friend Matt's house to ring in New Year's Eve since we all have to work tomorrow and didn't drink because I felt nauseous. That might have been the Chinese though.

Note to self: take your iron tomorrow!!! You just lost a lot of blood, you need every bit right now.

Falling asleep typing. Goodnight, last night of 2009.

My house is a mess. Therefore, it feels like my life is a mess.

Tuesday. I can clean Tuesday. I WILL clean Tuesday. Tuesday is errand and cleaning day. I decree it. Also, ultrasound is Tuesday. JOY. Please let them figure out what is wrong. Please?

Work killed me dead yesterday. I had delusions of grandeur of hitting the gym today, and then I couldn't even keep my eyes open and kept falling back into weird dreams. In one scene, Adam was eating steak and drinking red wine in a swimming pool and he fed me some. Then I poured gingerbread bubble bath into the hot tub.

Then we were outside a dark warehouse on a rainsoaked night.

Then we were walking into a beautiful house in the mountains that apparently belonged to my mom, who was mad at me because I brought Adam with me. I put on Monty Python to keep him occupied while I sorted stuff out with her (which involved no talking, just her walking around the corner ahead of me with her back to me every time I approached her). When I got back to Adam, a bunch of the people from Monty Python were in the room with him, critiquing the show.

Then I was going to take him back to Rochester and we stopped at the grocery store where he started making these 3 foot long subs, slathering mayonnaise on them. Then suddenly there were zombies in the grocery store and we had to fight them.

Then I finally woke up.

WTF.

My dreams have been very very vivid lately. The other night I had a dream about a trip we were on, sight seeing, and there was a beautiful waterfall that suddenly turned golden as we watched it, and I tried to get pictures but my camera wouldn't work. Then we went to see a play and Hugh Jackman was in it and the end is an image that seared itself into my brain: a forest of brilliant golds and pinks and just a hint of green, Hugh on an altar in the middle, dead, and suddenly a woman's face appears enormously behind him like a ghost or a witch. She cackled and her hair whipped in her face and I tried to take pictures of that too because I thought it really was haunted but again my camera wouldn't work. And then I went up to Hugh and told him I thought he did a great job. Because in my dreams about Hugh Jackman, apparently all I do is tell him how great he is. SIGH.

They stayed with me all day. Very vivid visuals, almost like something out of What Dreams May Come, that same visual style. Very weird, but cool. I love my dreams. They are always so interesting, and I love that I know I'm in a dream but they still feel real, too.

Could you imagine if it were possible to turn dreams into movies? Real actual dreams as you're having them. How terrifying would they be?

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Well this wasn't supposed to turn into a dream post, but it did. Sorry friends. I need to go get ready for work and stop at Walgreens for a bag of bite size Snickers. I will not get through tonight with it.

Also trying to figure out my pole dancing song for tomorrow. WE GET TO CLIMB TOMORROW!!!! I have been waiting for this! And in two weeks, we get to go upside down! I feel like the whole world is going to open up when that happens. So excited. Also a reason why I think it's best I didn't go to the gym today, I will need all the energy I can get tomorrow.

But songs...I don't know. Maybe some Jimi Hendrix. Or Paula Cole's Feelin' Love. We'll see. I am going to make a list of all the songs, for me, because I am lame like that. :P

Makeup. Hair. Action.

I FEEL LIKE CRAP.

Might have to skip pole tomorrow. :(

This is the first I've ever taken off at Bandera for being sick. I will work through anything. Especially pain. But this...I came home from work this afternoon (cuz I still worked the morning, just took the night off) and crashed for 3 hours. Didn't even move. I'm headed back to bed now. It hurts to breathe. This sucks.

I'm sad that I wasn't able to go the Air and Water Show, because I went last year and had a blast.

It would've been nice to be in my bikini snapping photos, but instead I was at work, where it was dead. I took off on my break under the pretense of buying red bull, and am sitting outside the Tribune Building listening to the planes from the show fly overhead, thinking that this is something some people hear all the time but to them it isn't for show, it's a sign of danger. How far removed it seems from here.

Right. Sugar free red bull. Tomorrow will be longer. Up at 8:30, pole dancing class (first one!) from 10 to 12, work from 1:30 to who know, then time for drinking with Jinny. I'm tired just thinking about it.

It's been almost 24 hours since my Valentine's Day shift ended, and I STILL feel like I got hit by a truck. My body HURTS. I am old.

I just passed a bus that Yoda programmed: the marquee had "My kind of town/Chicago is" scrolling across it as it drove down Michigan Ave. Hee! I love this city.

Back to work. Sigh. I know I need the money and I picked up tonight intentionally so I could make a few extra bucks but man, I do not want to go in. I'm early, I think I might need to hit up Walgreens for some sugar that'll rot my teeth.

Yesterday at work, the front doors broke. And by broke, I mean one fell off its hinge and smashed into the other and they both shattered.

During our lunch rush.

Oh yesterday was a special day. And then about 20 minutes later corporate came in, and they haven't been here since like August. I love when these things just come together so beautifully, don't you?

I was supposed to get up and go to the gym but I overslept and dreamt about cockroaches and puppies instead. WTF? I slept for almost 12 hours. Clearly I needed it. It's been a long week. Only two more shifts, then I finally get two days off.

Also I watched the first BSG webisode last night and OMG SERIOUSLY I NEED MY SHOW BACK RIGHT FRAKKING NOW. Oh I am going to cry like a baby because this is the end, but I NEED IT.

So my 14 hour days turned out to be 16 hour days, and I still have a cold.

BUT I did get to see my friends last night when I should have gone home and to bed and I only had half a beer and drove a very drunk Adam and Ted home feeling like a soccer mom the whole way because they were in the backseat punching each other. Boys are weird. And then there was a game of dirty Simon Says which was fun! And too little sleep, but not because of *that* kind of fun...because clearly my body still hates me. I go on Yaz next week. Woo!

I have one more five hour shift tomorrow, and then two glorious days off. I need a break. I am drained.

I am watching Planet Earth and OMG baby bears are the cutest things EVER! I want! Maybe I can teach the cats to be as cute as baby bears. Wish me luck.

One day I will make a post of substance that encompasses the last, oh, two months. Oops.

I have been spending SO much money lately. It's bad; I need to stop. In the last few weeks I have hit up the Victoria's Secret sale twice for new panties, two new bras and two dresses; Hollister for four pairs of shorts, two pairs for biking and two of the longer length for hanging out and a pair of sweat pants; Express for two shirts (on sale!); Sephora for some new makeup; Guess for a new dress; and Aldo for new shoes. Seriously. I HAVE A PROBLEM.

( But look at how pretty my dresses are!! )

Still. Need to cut back on the spending. Yikes.

Other than that, I've been WORKING. So really, I can absolutely justify the spending, because my last paycheck was for 100 hours of work for the past two weeks. Not that I mind, or am complaining, but I am tired. Every night I come home and pass right out. I woke up today at noon after going to sleep at 2. My back hurts from biking with my backpack to work every day, too. I really need a massage.

Oh well. Like I said, I'm not going to complain about the extra hours because it means extra cash for me.

I just need to start enjoying summer a little more. I want to hit the beach a lot more, hit up Haven's pool, hang out with my friends and drink a lot. I know work will slow down in the next few weeks as we have a ton of people in training to deal with all the open shifts.

I also have not gotten my IRS stimulus check yet. I am calling them on Monday. I want my money!!

This is a very materialistic post, Y/Y?

I WANT NEW BSG. Sigh.

I really need to clean the house before I go to the gym. Seriously. It is a mess. It's sad that I clean the restaurant more than my own place. Maybe I should hire a housekeeper.


Me about to cause some trouble.