I am a bit disappointed in myself. I've been really focused on the fact that it doesn't really matter what you look like as long as you exert confidence. Well, that feat has been crushed due to a freak-accident in the upper lip waxing department. I am officially a hermit until my face heals. I will only be participating in minimal activities that do not involve people looking at my face.
Yesterday, I finally got around to waxing my upper lip. The wax was not hot enough when applied so it stuck to my face after the strip was ripped away. Needless to say, another strip was used to reapply and remove the wax one too many times. I am missing a layer of skin, leaving me with a dashingly hideous red moustache. I would love to tribute it to something interesting like leprosy or flesh-eating bacteria (thank you Mr. Jackson), but it's just not that cool.
Needless to say I am not working until this heals. I cannot face the children (or administrators). I've refused to go to my dance class tonight, did not play in my soccer games yesterday. I'll be at the gym though...this is not enough to kill my junk habit so a work-out is in order.
Did I mention that it was my Mom who did the waxing? Poor Mommy, and me!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
He's just not that into me (but how was I suppose to know at that age?????)
In a triumphant moment, amidst my head getting ready to explode from taking on too much shiz in my life, I did something that has been waiting to happen for years!!! Only I didn't even realize it was waiting to happen until about 5 minutes ago. And it's so monumental I HAD to blog about it!
Background: There was this boy I met in high school who went to the all boys catholic school in the area. We went to my junior prom together and had lots of fun. We even dated for a couple of months. I even got grounded for a month getting caught in a lie by skipping soccer practice and going to his house instead. And then, when I was ungrounded, he stood me up...twice.
Yeah, this sounds sooo juvenile, and also sounds like I would have benefited from that wonderful "novel" He's Just Not That Into You". Sadly, I discovered that book in the wrong junior year. Wrong being college.
Anyway, tonight was the second time he asked me (over facebook) to get lunch or coffee. I ignored the first one, figuring he'd get over it. But since he asked 2X, I replied as follows:
"No thank you. You treated me very poorly in high school when we dated and I would prefer not to re-live that. But thank you for the offer."
I guess this is one reason why I dislike facebook. I should have never added him as a friend...but gosh darn I was soooooo curious :)
How liberating!
Background: There was this boy I met in high school who went to the all boys catholic school in the area. We went to my junior prom together and had lots of fun. We even dated for a couple of months. I even got grounded for a month getting caught in a lie by skipping soccer practice and going to his house instead. And then, when I was ungrounded, he stood me up...twice.
Yeah, this sounds sooo juvenile, and also sounds like I would have benefited from that wonderful "novel" He's Just Not That Into You". Sadly, I discovered that book in the wrong junior year. Wrong being college.
Anyway, tonight was the second time he asked me (over facebook) to get lunch or coffee. I ignored the first one, figuring he'd get over it. But since he asked 2X, I replied as follows:
"No thank you. You treated me very poorly in high school when we dated and I would prefer not to re-live that. But thank you for the offer."
I guess this is one reason why I dislike facebook. I should have never added him as a friend...but gosh darn I was soooooo curious :)
How liberating!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The Hunt for Green October is on...
It's scholarship time...a.k.a. jumping through tons of hoops to receive free money that is very elusive. I have officially reminded myself on why I vehemently refused to apply for scholarships during undergrad...IT SUCKS! Of course, that's why I have some wonderfully acquired debt from a degree that I only used for 8 months before undergoing a quarter-life crisis due to lay-off. Sheesh. And now it's time to take on a second pile of debt (this time for a much more relevant purpose)!!! Which brings me back to the first line of this paragraph.
Every single website boasts how it's the best search engine for the most money and matches you up with the most scholarships. However, upon entering something as simple as nursing, I am bombarded with requests to apply to such-and-such trade schools even though I am ALREADY ACCEPTED INTO A FREAKING SCHOOL! How frustrating! Then, when I'm already annoyed enough, the only scholarships I am directed to have absolutely nothing to do with nursing! Worst of all, I'm NOT ELIGIBLE FOR THEM! Some search engine.
Hence the purchase of a $32.00 (w/o tax) book on scholarships. Upon spending approximately 2 hours reading through it, I have found at least 20 scholarships I can apply for, mostly related to nursing, and even some that are not! Too bad I already wasted about 5 hours on the Internet pulling out my hair and ending up with male-pattern balding at way to early an age (and not to mention that I am the wrong sex).
Every single website boasts how it's the best search engine for the most money and matches you up with the most scholarships. However, upon entering something as simple as nursing, I am bombarded with requests to apply to such-and-such trade schools even though I am ALREADY ACCEPTED INTO A FREAKING SCHOOL! How frustrating! Then, when I'm already annoyed enough, the only scholarships I am directed to have absolutely nothing to do with nursing! Worst of all, I'm NOT ELIGIBLE FOR THEM! Some search engine.
Hence the purchase of a $32.00 (w/o tax) book on scholarships. Upon spending approximately 2 hours reading through it, I have found at least 20 scholarships I can apply for, mostly related to nursing, and even some that are not! Too bad I already wasted about 5 hours on the Internet pulling out my hair and ending up with male-pattern balding at way to early an age (and not to mention that I am the wrong sex).
Sunday, February 15, 2009
FATTY McFATTERSON!!!!
MMmmmmm...food. That has been the creed I live by for the past three months. If it's junk food, I'm eating it. I am literally turning into my Labrador retriever. Something needs to change.
However, I have almost completely stopped drinking soda. So that's one good thing to come of my new junk cravings. But if it's sweet and especially if it's chocolaty, it's in my mouth, down my esophagus, into my stomach, through my small and large intestines, and, well, you know...
What happened to my diligence in the eating world? And on a related note, why has my blog become so boring?
Answer 1: The addition of a certain male figure in my life makes my not really give a rat's a** about my looks. SH*T!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to become one of those nurses who is the rule, not the exception*. The rule is stated as follows: "nurses are notoriously bad about their health". When I was in the hospital with my dad for his bladder cancer surgery, I saw many a nurse smoking. Did you know that smoking is possibly the number one risk factor for bladder cancer? Ironic...or just plain stupid? You decide...
Answer 2: All I do is school. And I actively choose not to talk about drama in my blog for fear those who are mentioned will somehow come across this and hold it against me. It is, as you can see, set in stone once published...
OK, not really, but why would I ever write something here that could hurt someone else?
*Speaking of the rule, not the exception, I saw the movie "He's just not that into you" and I liked it. I went on a valentine's date with my engaged friend, so it was highly hilarious that we spent V-day getting dinner and a movie w/o our significant other's. I did, however, have an extremely hard time watching Bradley Cooper's character have an affair with Scarlett Johansson. I don't know why, but it was excruciatingly painful and I found myself cringing and actually averting my eyes when they were together. Thank goodness his wife dumped his a**; he totally deserved it!
P.S. I think my boobs grew! WOOT!
However, I have almost completely stopped drinking soda. So that's one good thing to come of my new junk cravings. But if it's sweet and especially if it's chocolaty, it's in my mouth, down my esophagus, into my stomach, through my small and large intestines, and, well, you know...
What happened to my diligence in the eating world? And on a related note, why has my blog become so boring?
Answer 1: The addition of a certain male figure in my life makes my not really give a rat's a** about my looks. SH*T!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to become one of those nurses who is the rule, not the exception*. The rule is stated as follows: "nurses are notoriously bad about their health". When I was in the hospital with my dad for his bladder cancer surgery, I saw many a nurse smoking. Did you know that smoking is possibly the number one risk factor for bladder cancer? Ironic...or just plain stupid? You decide...
Answer 2: All I do is school. And I actively choose not to talk about drama in my blog for fear those who are mentioned will somehow come across this and hold it against me. It is, as you can see, set in stone once published...
OK, not really, but why would I ever write something here that could hurt someone else?
*Speaking of the rule, not the exception, I saw the movie "He's just not that into you" and I liked it. I went on a valentine's date with my engaged friend, so it was highly hilarious that we spent V-day getting dinner and a movie w/o our significant other's. I did, however, have an extremely hard time watching Bradley Cooper's character have an affair with Scarlett Johansson. I don't know why, but it was excruciatingly painful and I found myself cringing and actually averting my eyes when they were together. Thank goodness his wife dumped his a**; he totally deserved it!
P.S. I think my boobs grew! WOOT!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG
And if the above wasn't enough...OMGOMGOMG!!!! I was accepted into my first choice campus at the only nursing school I applied to this year!!!!! I LITERALLY ALMOST PISSED MY PANTS IN EXCITEMENT!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, now I have regained my composure. I am so happy to see my hard work pay off! :)
I came home on lunch from my long term subbing position (I have 2 weeks in a middle school PE class, more on that in a sec) to let my poor old doggie out since she's been pooping in the house lately, and I saw a nicely sized envelope in the mail box. With the about 5 minutes that I had, I ripped it open and immediately saw that I was congratulated on the front of the folder, so that was exciting in itself. And then upon opening I discovered that I got into SF! WOOTWOOTWOOTWOOTWOOT!!!!! Whew, lots of excitement this weekend. I start at the end of April and I have not worked out the logistics yet of moving and such b/c I need to wait on getting financial aid first.
Joy...more student loans. Just what I need :(
New mission=must stop biting/picking cuticles NOW! I have the ultimate motivation. But it's soooo hard!
Wanna know what else sucks? 6-8th grade students with attitude. Luckily, the majority of the kids are super cool, so I'm not yelling too much. Key addition to my regime...a whistle. Now they have to listen when I blow it. Hehehehe. But the best part of subbing is this: rainy days. Yup, we do swing dancing and it is probably the cutest thing ever to see these awkward sixth graders (and some seventh and eighth graders) try to get up the courage to dance with each other, and then try to learn the words...LOL! I actually hope that I can be in this class longer for 2 weeks, especially since I need the $$. And now I really want to take JK and find some swing dancing lessons b/c it looks super fun!
On the dancing note, I am taking a salsa class with my mom and sis that is awesome! It doesn't matter that my sis and I are the youngest people by at least 10 years. And we get to dance with men who are our dad's age...lol. I am getting more and more into dancing as time goes on (aka I grow old and have to play less and less soccer).
Last comment...my new obsession (from, like, two months ago) is Alicia Keys Radio on Pandora. That shiz rocks.
"Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all. If it ain't you baby. If I ain't got you baby!"
I came home on lunch from my long term subbing position (I have 2 weeks in a middle school PE class, more on that in a sec) to let my poor old doggie out since she's been pooping in the house lately, and I saw a nicely sized envelope in the mail box. With the about 5 minutes that I had, I ripped it open and immediately saw that I was congratulated on the front of the folder, so that was exciting in itself. And then upon opening I discovered that I got into SF! WOOTWOOTWOOTWOOTWOOT!!!!! Whew, lots of excitement this weekend. I start at the end of April and I have not worked out the logistics yet of moving and such b/c I need to wait on getting financial aid first.
Joy...more student loans. Just what I need :(
New mission=must stop biting/picking cuticles NOW! I have the ultimate motivation. But it's soooo hard!
Wanna know what else sucks? 6-8th grade students with attitude. Luckily, the majority of the kids are super cool, so I'm not yelling too much. Key addition to my regime...a whistle. Now they have to listen when I blow it. Hehehehe. But the best part of subbing is this: rainy days. Yup, we do swing dancing and it is probably the cutest thing ever to see these awkward sixth graders (and some seventh and eighth graders) try to get up the courage to dance with each other, and then try to learn the words...LOL! I actually hope that I can be in this class longer for 2 weeks, especially since I need the $$. And now I really want to take JK and find some swing dancing lessons b/c it looks super fun!
On the dancing note, I am taking a salsa class with my mom and sis that is awesome! It doesn't matter that my sis and I are the youngest people by at least 10 years. And we get to dance with men who are our dad's age...lol. I am getting more and more into dancing as time goes on (aka I grow old and have to play less and less soccer).
Last comment...my new obsession (from, like, two months ago) is Alicia Keys Radio on Pandora. That shiz rocks.
"Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all. If it ain't you baby. If I ain't got you baby!"
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