I'm a tad bemiffed that I had to cancel my hair appointment the other day. My Ford Explorer decided to crap out on me and was starting to overheat every time I drove the thing. So I got it into the garage and found out that I had a leak at the lower intake gasket. Great! A simple gasket! Wrong! It was a simple piece to replace but getting to it was a bitch apparently.
The mechanic gives us a pretty good deal on labor prices and stuff. He only charged for 4 1/2 hours when it took about 7. He also changed the oil while he was at it so in the end it cost about $252.
So much for spending my money on hair.
I really wanted to get my extensions done, but considering they run anywhere between $300 and $400, I'm pretty well shit out of luck. Thank goodness I got my Solia to hold me over until I can at least get my hair dyed and cut the way I want it. My hair is such a big issue for me because I have the shittiest hair ever. Naturally, it's wavy and due to me dying it every color in the rainbow and perming it once, it's usually frizzy and totally unmanageable. Hence my obsession with fake hair.
. But this little straightener has at least made my hair somewhat manageable again.
Alright, I'm done ranting about my hair, for now. Promise!
I woke up this morning, feeling like total shit! I ended up calling off of work because I didn't exactly feel like I was up to going in anyway. Plus there's no sense in going in and making myself even more sick when I'm most likely going to be pretty busy this holiday weekend. Most people find that to be awfully childish or immature of me, but you know, I don't really care. I got paid $11.07/hr at one point in time to sit on my ass and answer the phone all day, I'm sure as hell not going to bust my balls (or lack there of) for a job that only pays $7.00/hr.
I ended up spending most of my afternoon in bed sleeping. Later on in the evening, I felt a little bit better so I decided to take some pictures with my shitty Clie.
^^My pirate/metal head face
...don't ask^^
^^I'm rather orange in this one. But more interesting to note is the roll of TP.
^^
^^Ah, lovely vintage wallpaper in the stairwell, only to be outdone by the fabulous ghetto paint job on the door frame. Yessss!^^
^^This one's for my friend Jacob. This is about as still as Elkka gets. I'll have to try for a better one!
^^My new fave shirt!^^
So that's about it. I'm sure after this weekend I'll have lots of pics to share.
xo♥xo
The mechanic gives us a pretty good deal on labor prices and stuff. He only charged for 4 1/2 hours when it took about 7. He also changed the oil while he was at it so in the end it cost about $252.
So much for spending my money on hair. I really wanted to get my extensions done, but considering they run anywhere between $300 and $400, I'm pretty well shit out of luck. Thank goodness I got my Solia to hold me over until I can at least get my hair dyed and cut the way I want it. My hair is such a big issue for me because I have the shittiest hair ever. Naturally, it's wavy and due to me dying it every color in the rainbow and perming it once, it's usually frizzy and totally unmanageable. Hence my obsession with fake hair.
. But this little straightener has at least made my hair somewhat manageable again.Alright, I'm done ranting about my hair, for now. Promise!
I woke up this morning, feeling like total shit! I ended up calling off of work because I didn't exactly feel like I was up to going in anyway. Plus there's no sense in going in and making myself even more sick when I'm most likely going to be pretty busy this holiday weekend. Most people find that to be awfully childish or immature of me, but you know, I don't really care. I got paid $11.07/hr at one point in time to sit on my ass and answer the phone all day, I'm sure as hell not going to bust my balls (or lack there of) for a job that only pays $7.00/hr.
I ended up spending most of my afternoon in bed sleeping. Later on in the evening, I felt a little bit better so I decided to take some pictures with my shitty Clie.
^^My pirate/metal head face
...don't ask^^^^I'm rather orange in this one. But more interesting to note is the roll of TP.
^^^^Ah, lovely vintage wallpaper in the stairwell, only to be outdone by the fabulous ghetto paint job on the door frame. Yessss!^^
^^This one's for my friend Jacob. This is about as still as Elkka gets. I'll have to try for a better one!
^^My new fave shirt!^^
So that's about it. I'm sure after this weekend I'll have lots of pics to share.
xo♥xo
I hate neighbors. It's like their sole existence is to piss you off and make your life miserable. I just love when they see you outside they make it a point to be overly nice and sociable. Then, when you least expect it, they do something that makes you want to move and/or just burn their house down instead.
Take for instance the old bastards who live up the hill from me. They called the cops yesterday because they said our dog barks 'all day'. Ok, first off, my dog isn't out all day! In fact, she spends the majority of her day inside due to stupid pricks like them. You know, the kind of people who call the cops on you if you look at them crooked, just to start some drama.
The 'hoodlum kids', as I like to call them because they're ignorant little brats who are the product of inbreeding and back seat mistakes, decided to cause even more drama. Anyway, these 'kids' kept jumping over our fence and then back over teasing our dog then they proceeded to play right next to our yard on the neighboring parking lot (which is also private property). Of course our dog is going to bark! They were being loud and obnoxious and purposfully teasing her to the point where she would bark non-stop. In any case, I had a hell of a time getting her back inside since all she wanted to do was run around. All in all, it only took about 10 minutes, if that.
Once I finally got her inside and settled, not a minute later did I hear the doorbell ring. Here, it was a uniformed police officer - "Ma'am can you step outside, please?". Oh for fuck's sake!
I got the whole lecture thing that I need to make sure my dog doesn't do that thing dogs are supposed to do when they are being teased or feel threatened. Instead, I'm supposed to keep her inside and let her piss all over the place and god forbid I inconvenience somebody by allowing her to go outside and enjoy fresh air. It's not my damn fault that these well known, trouble causing, kids decided they needed to play right there.
I wish I knew 100% who it was who called the police because its total bullshit. One guy can play his music (shitty music, might I add) way too loud and all the other neighborhood dogs can bark as loud and as often as they want and that's fine. I'm tired of this double standard bullshit they pull around here. I can't wait to move the hell out of this damn nosey ass, ignoramous filled, shit hole.
Anyway, I went to work this morning and ended up getting sent home because I couldn't stop
all over the place. I think the heat finally got to me to the point where I can't stand it anymore. Either that or they're using something in there that I'm extremely allergic to and they aren't fessing up about it. Ah well, only one more day to go and that's if I even make it in tomorrow.
Yesterday, I got my Solia - Hair Straightener. I absolutely love, love, love it! Why the hell didn't anyone tell me about this thing earlier? It makes my hair so nice and straight (obviously), it's my new must have.
Now I must have this purse.
Plus a bunch of other things I don't really need.
Oh and I applied for this really rad job doing video game merchandising. Sounds like fun since my life revolves around video games - when its not revolving around my current place of employment. It's only part time, so hopefully it pays enough for me to move out of here at least. I'm so excited! I've always wanted a job doing something like this, so I hope I get hired (and hired soon!).
Still working on getting my set photographed. I want it to be really good so I don't keep getting the dreaded rejection letters. I'm working on getting some good props and most imporantly, a great place to shoot at. So we'll see. This weekend I'll probably be too busy with Easter and all so....maybe the weekend after. *Crosses fingers*
Take for instance the old bastards who live up the hill from me. They called the cops yesterday because they said our dog barks 'all day'. Ok, first off, my dog isn't out all day! In fact, she spends the majority of her day inside due to stupid pricks like them. You know, the kind of people who call the cops on you if you look at them crooked, just to start some drama.
The 'hoodlum kids', as I like to call them because they're ignorant little brats who are the product of inbreeding and back seat mistakes, decided to cause even more drama. Anyway, these 'kids' kept jumping over our fence and then back over teasing our dog then they proceeded to play right next to our yard on the neighboring parking lot (which is also private property). Of course our dog is going to bark! They were being loud and obnoxious and purposfully teasing her to the point where she would bark non-stop. In any case, I had a hell of a time getting her back inside since all she wanted to do was run around. All in all, it only took about 10 minutes, if that.
Once I finally got her inside and settled, not a minute later did I hear the doorbell ring. Here, it was a uniformed police officer - "Ma'am can you step outside, please?". Oh for fuck's sake!
I got the whole lecture thing that I need to make sure my dog doesn't do that thing dogs are supposed to do when they are being teased or feel threatened. Instead, I'm supposed to keep her inside and let her piss all over the place and god forbid I inconvenience somebody by allowing her to go outside and enjoy fresh air. It's not my damn fault that these well known, trouble causing, kids decided they needed to play right there.
I wish I knew 100% who it was who called the police because its total bullshit. One guy can play his music (shitty music, might I add) way too loud and all the other neighborhood dogs can bark as loud and as often as they want and that's fine. I'm tired of this double standard bullshit they pull around here. I can't wait to move the hell out of this damn nosey ass, ignoramous filled, shit hole.
Anyway, I went to work this morning and ended up getting sent home because I couldn't stop
all over the place. I think the heat finally got to me to the point where I can't stand it anymore. Either that or they're using something in there that I'm extremely allergic to and they aren't fessing up about it. Ah well, only one more day to go and that's if I even make it in tomorrow.Yesterday, I got my Solia - Hair Straightener. I absolutely love, love, love it! Why the hell didn't anyone tell me about this thing earlier? It makes my hair so nice and straight (obviously), it's my new must have.
Now I must have this purse.
Plus a bunch of other things I don't really need.
Oh and I applied for this really rad job doing video game merchandising. Sounds like fun since my life revolves around video games - when its not revolving around my current place of employment
. It's only part time, so hopefully it pays enough for me to move out of here at least. I'm so excited! I've always wanted a job doing something like this, so I hope I get hired (and hired soon!).Still working on getting my set photographed. I want it to be really good so I don't keep getting the dreaded rejection letters. I'm working on getting some good props and most imporantly, a great place to shoot at. So we'll see. This weekend I'll probably be too busy with Easter and all so....maybe the weekend after. *Crosses fingers*
So where the hell have I been? Well, it's a long story....
Thursday:
I went into work and after about an hour, I went to the bathroom and noticed that my stomach had broken out in this really weird, hive looking rash. Now, I've been getting rashes the past few weeks, but this was severe. I never seen anything like it before!
So my manager called up Occupational Health and made me an appointment for 2:30pm. I get out there and once they got me back in the room, the nurse started drilling me with a bunch of questions! I was beginning to think I was being interrogated, though I guess when it comes right down to it, I was. Afterwards, the doctor came in. He has a look see and from what I could tell he was pretty stumped, seeing how my shirt covers my abdominal area and does not come in contact with the plastic at work.
He left the room and after about 10-15 minutes he came back and said that either I'm on drugs or I'm having an allergic reaction to the plastic and the heat at work. He suggested that I stay away from the molding machines (but that's my entire job; those machines!) and/or wear an extra layer of clothing over my stomach area to see if that helps. Just as I was getting ready to leave, the nurse comes back in and tells me I'm not finished yet. I mean christ, what else do they need to do? Doh! A pee test! I didn't care, it's not like I'm on drugs, but just the fact that they would test me over a simple rash - now that's strange. Though I guess I can see why they would.
Anyway, I came back home and got ready to go to Randy's brother's musical. That was rather interesting. He's a big guy for being only 16, probably around the 300lb mark. He's a football player and he lifts weights, so it was just odd seeing him play an Indian in this musical - which happened to be "Annie Get Your Gun". Musicals aren't really my thing, but the kids (listen to me, talking like I'm 60 years old and shit) did a really good job. It was better then sitting at home all night anyway.
Friday:
Friday was lame. I really didn't do much of anything because I was so damn tired and still not feeling good from that rash. I mostly slept. Oh, but I did make an appointment to get my hair done on Wednesday!
Saturday:
We went 'over the mountain' to the mall and had a good chicken salad from
Charley's Steakery. I stopped in at Hot Topic to see if I could find anything to buy, but came out with nothing. So we left and went to Target so I could find some shirts for work. I found these really cute shirts - in the mens department. They have names of countries on them, like I got one with Sweden, Holland, and Ireland on it and also one with a pirate skull and crossbones. I'm sure if you've been into Target lately, you've seen them.
Thinking that since they are men's sizes, I went with a small. It wasn't until I got home that I realized they were way too small, even for me! I was just going to keep them and deal with them being too tight, but I decided I'd just take them back on Sunday instead.
Sunday:
Woke up, took shirts back. Got Large instead. Shirts are a little baggy, but will shrink in the wash (hopefully). Randy and I went to the park and walked a whopping 2 miles. Then we came home and Randy tried making us a really good dinner that consisted of honey and buttermilk glazed fried chicken, but he didn't cook the chicken through all the way so I didn't eat any. Nor did he...lol. Then I spent most of the day doing laundry and cleaning. Dreading Monday.
Monday:
Something really weird is going on at work. People are treating me like I have the plague or they know something that I don't - like I'm going to get fired or something. Everyone's whispering and keeping quiet about something and I don't know what it is. Only thing I can think of is this whole rash thing. My employer is most likely having a shit fit because they are forced to pay for the doctor bill and they're trying to get out of paying it by saying I did something to make myself get the rash. Crazy? I wouldn't put it passed them. They're a really small company and I'm sure every penny counts. After I got home today, they had some guy call from Workers Compensation and he asked me a 100 questions - I swear, they think I'm making this shit up.
I'm going to have to quit there anyway. I'm not going to make myself sick or possibly endanger myself in the future just for a job. I'm desperatley looking, but I'm not finding anything. I'd like a job that doesn't have much of a dress code. Like peircings and tattoos would be encouraged instead of looked down upon. I'd love to get a job at a tattoo shop or even a music store. Now if, Miss Fortune, would just throw some luck my way.....
But there you have it. That's where I've been and what has been going on. I'm feeling anxious about tomorrow. Maybe I'll go in and I'll hear, "Your fired!" - Trump style.
Thursday:
I went into work and after about an hour, I went to the bathroom and noticed that my stomach had broken out in this really weird, hive looking rash. Now, I've been getting rashes the past few weeks, but this was severe. I never seen anything like it before!
So my manager called up Occupational Health and made me an appointment for 2:30pm. I get out there and once they got me back in the room, the nurse started drilling me with a bunch of questions! I was beginning to think I was being interrogated, though I guess when it comes right down to it, I was. Afterwards, the doctor came in. He has a look see and from what I could tell he was pretty stumped, seeing how my shirt covers my abdominal area and does not come in contact with the plastic at work.
He left the room and after about 10-15 minutes he came back and said that either I'm on drugs or I'm having an allergic reaction to the plastic and the heat at work. He suggested that I stay away from the molding machines (but that's my entire job; those machines!) and/or wear an extra layer of clothing over my stomach area to see if that helps. Just as I was getting ready to leave, the nurse comes back in and tells me I'm not finished yet. I mean christ, what else do they need to do? Doh! A pee test! I didn't care, it's not like I'm on drugs, but just the fact that they would test me over a simple rash - now that's strange. Though I guess I can see why they would.
Anyway, I came back home and got ready to go to Randy's brother's musical. That was rather interesting. He's a big guy for being only 16, probably around the 300lb mark. He's a football player and he lifts weights, so it was just odd seeing him play an Indian in this musical - which happened to be "Annie Get Your Gun". Musicals aren't really my thing, but the kids (listen to me, talking like I'm 60 years old and shit) did a really good job. It was better then sitting at home all night anyway.
Friday:
Friday was lame. I really didn't do much of anything because I was so damn tired and still not feeling good from that rash. I mostly slept. Oh, but I did make an appointment to get my hair done on Wednesday!
Saturday:
We went 'over the mountain' to the mall and had a good chicken salad from
Charley's Steakery. I stopped in at Hot Topic to see if I could find anything to buy, but came out with nothing. So we left and went to Target so I could find some shirts for work. I found these really cute shirts - in the mens department. They have names of countries on them, like I got one with Sweden, Holland, and Ireland on it and also one with a pirate skull and crossbones. I'm sure if you've been into Target lately, you've seen them.
Thinking that since they are men's sizes, I went with a small. It wasn't until I got home that I realized they were way too small, even for me! I was just going to keep them and deal with them being too tight, but I decided I'd just take them back on Sunday instead.
Sunday:
Woke up, took shirts back. Got Large instead. Shirts are a little baggy, but will shrink in the wash (hopefully). Randy and I went to the park and walked a whopping 2 miles. Then we came home and Randy tried making us a really good dinner that consisted of honey and buttermilk glazed fried chicken, but he didn't cook the chicken through all the way so I didn't eat any. Nor did he...lol. Then I spent most of the day doing laundry and cleaning. Dreading Monday.
Monday:
Something really weird is going on at work. People are treating me like I have the plague or they know something that I don't - like I'm going to get fired or something. Everyone's whispering and keeping quiet about something and I don't know what it is. Only thing I can think of is this whole rash thing. My employer is most likely having a shit fit because they are forced to pay for the doctor bill and they're trying to get out of paying it by saying I did something to make myself get the rash. Crazy? I wouldn't put it passed them. They're a really small company and I'm sure every penny counts. After I got home today, they had some guy call from Workers Compensation and he asked me a 100 questions - I swear, they think I'm making this shit up.
I'm going to have to quit there anyway. I'm not going to make myself sick or possibly endanger myself in the future just for a job. I'm desperatley looking, but I'm not finding anything. I'd like a job that doesn't have much of a dress code. Like peircings and tattoos would be encouraged instead of looked down upon. I'd love to get a job at a tattoo shop or even a music store. Now if, Miss Fortune, would just throw some luck my way.....
But there you have it. That's where I've been and what has been going on. I'm feeling anxious about tomorrow. Maybe I'll go in and I'll hear, "Your fired!" - Trump style.
Guess who called off from work today? Moi. I haven't been feeling good the past few days, but this morning took the cake. I could barely even get ouf of bed. I probably contracted something from the plastic at work and after getting all of these cuts from it, it'd be no wonder that I caught something. Not to mention I get sick so easily.
Honestly, I just think the fast paced nature of the job finally got to me. I called off last month about this time and I was feeling about the same. Of course my doctor has no clue what's arong with me and I'm apparently "fine" and need to take anti-depressants. Which I have in the past, but they never did much for the phsical aspects of my problem. Come to think of it, I never really felt the mental aspects of it either.
Randy left for his interview at Adelphia a bit ago. I hope he gets this job. It's something he really wants to do and plus it should pay enough so I can quit working and focus on other things. But I'm sure that's just wishful thinking.
I think I need a nap. Speaking of which, I had this crazy dream last night. I dreamt that Quinne came to where I work and stole me for a few hours to do a photoshoot.
It was so hilarious because my mom and I work at the same place and she got on my case about doing nude photographs. I think I just ignored her the entire time and eventually she came to see that SG wasn't like a hardcore porn site. Frankly, I don't much care either way what she thinks. I'm 23 and I can make my own decisions. I don't exactly know for sure if she knows of my plans, but I did mention to her before about doing nudie pics for some extra $$$. She just laughed. Oooohhhh if she only knew.
Well, I'm off to take that nap. Let's see what interesting things I can dream up now. Like getting tons of money for simply being me. Yeah, that would be nice.
Honestly, I just think the fast paced nature of the job finally got to me. I called off last month about this time and I was feeling about the same. Of course my doctor has no clue what's arong with me and I'm apparently "fine" and need to take anti-depressants. Which I have in the past, but they never did much for the phsical aspects of my problem. Come to think of it, I never really felt the mental aspects of it either.
Randy left for his interview at Adelphia a bit ago. I hope he gets this job. It's something he really wants to do and plus it should pay enough so I can quit working and focus on other things.
But I'm sure that's just wishful thinking.I think I need a nap. Speaking of which, I had this crazy dream last night. I dreamt that Quinne came to where I work and stole me for a few hours to do a photoshoot.
It was so hilarious because my mom and I work at the same place and she got on my case about doing nude photographs. I think I just ignored her the entire time and eventually she came to see that SG wasn't like a hardcore porn site. Frankly, I don't much care either way what she thinks. I'm 23 and I can make my own decisions. I don't exactly know for sure if she knows of my plans, but I did mention to her before about doing nudie pics for some extra $$$. She just laughed. Oooohhhh if she only knew. Well, I'm off to take that nap. Let's see what interesting things I can dream up now. Like getting tons of money for simply being me. Yeah, that would be nice.
[Edit] Just got my email from Stephanie and I passed the first stage to becoming an SG! Rock on! Now to get my first set shot and sent in. I have several ideas for themes, I just hope I can get the props/supplies necessary to do them.
Not only that, but I also want to clean some things up physically. Now while I'm not really large in size, I'm not as small as I'd like to be either. I want to clean up my eating habits and start really taking care of myself, after all, I have to put my best face (and nekkid body) forward. I'm not doing the self improvement thing specifically for SG, but more SG is my inspiration to want to try harder at what I've been trying to do for the past several years on my own. It seems I have a better driving force when I have an incentive to do something. Ha, don't we all?
Hopefully Randy will get his job at Adelphia and things will finally be just peachy. Then I can quit my shitty job and focus on other, more important things! His interview is on Wednesday, keep your fingers crossed. [/Edit]
I finally applied to be a SG on Saturday. But after reading this thread in the SG Hopefuls group, I'm beginning to think that maybe SG isn't the right place for me to model.
Why? Well, it was mentioned that SG's need to turn heads. Assumingly meaning, the pink hair, piercings and tattoos are what turns heads. Because lets face it, the only way you draw attention is either a.) because your drop dead gorgeous cheerleader type or b.) you have modifications (such as the hair, ink and holes) to draw attention to you. I am neither of these types.
But you know what? I tend to spark other people's interests because they just have no clue what the hell is going on in my head. I'm quiet and often wear things that other people don't. Sometimes I even do random acts of craziness that make people wonder what drugs I'm on. But that's just who I am.
I agree with the point of the post. Many people are asking why their sets are being rejected, when its often plain to see that the pictures were taken in bad lighting or at bad angles or even the theme of the set has been done 10+ times. Then we have girls just being told they "don't have the look". Well, guess that's me! I don't have crazy hair, I don't have the tats either. Last I checked, I didn't know that it was a requirement (and I'm pretty sure that its not anyway). My point being, I thought I would never hear another SG or pretty much any member on this site, for that matter, telling someone else that they don't exactly fit in. I thought SG was about strong, sexy, unique women. Just because I lack the body mods, does that make me less of a 'unique' person? I don't think so, but then again, I'm not the owner of this site.
Anyway, my hopes of becoming a SG have just been bombed. Even if my 1st application is accepted, I'm going to beat myself down because I will feel I don't fit in and I'll have to step it up 110% to prove my worth. Though I'll probably do that anyway since I'm a perfectionist to the core. That and maybe get those body mods I've been putting off for the past few years.
Perhaps I have taken that entire post out of proportion (because you know me, I over analyze way too much) but I guess we'll see what happens.
On a different note, work sucked today and I'm so glad to be home. Too bad I have to do it all over again tomorrow.
Not only that, but I also want to clean some things up physically. Now while I'm not really large in size, I'm not as small as I'd like to be either. I want to clean up my eating habits and start really taking care of myself, after all, I have to put my best face (and nekkid body) forward. I'm not doing the self improvement thing specifically for SG, but more SG is my inspiration to want to try harder at what I've been trying to do for the past several years on my own. It seems I have a better driving force when I have an incentive to do something. Ha, don't we all?
Hopefully Randy will get his job at Adelphia and things will finally be just peachy. Then I can quit my shitty job and focus on other, more important things! His interview is on Wednesday, keep your fingers crossed. [/Edit]
I finally applied to be a SG on Saturday. But after reading this thread in the SG Hopefuls group, I'm beginning to think that maybe SG isn't the right place for me to model.
Why? Well, it was mentioned that SG's need to turn heads. Assumingly meaning, the pink hair, piercings and tattoos are what turns heads. Because lets face it, the only way you draw attention is either a.) because your drop dead gorgeous cheerleader type or b.) you have modifications (such as the hair, ink and holes) to draw attention to you. I am neither of these types.
But you know what? I tend to spark other people's interests because they just have no clue what the hell is going on in my head. I'm quiet and often wear things that other people don't. Sometimes I even do random acts of craziness that make people wonder what drugs I'm on. But that's just who I am.
I agree with the point of the post. Many people are asking why their sets are being rejected, when its often plain to see that the pictures were taken in bad lighting or at bad angles or even the theme of the set has been done 10+ times. Then we have girls just being told they "don't have the look". Well, guess that's me! I don't have crazy hair, I don't have the tats either. Last I checked, I didn't know that it was a requirement (and I'm pretty sure that its not anyway). My point being, I thought I would never hear another SG or pretty much any member on this site, for that matter, telling someone else that they don't exactly fit in. I thought SG was about strong, sexy, unique women. Just because I lack the body mods, does that make me less of a 'unique' person? I don't think so, but then again, I'm not the owner of this site.
Anyway, my hopes of becoming a SG have just been bombed. Even if my 1st application is accepted, I'm going to beat myself down because I will feel I don't fit in and I'll have to step it up 110% to prove my worth. Though I'll probably do that anyway since I'm a perfectionist to the core. That and maybe get those body mods I've been putting off for the past few years.
Perhaps I have taken that entire post out of proportion (because you know me, I over analyze way too much) but I guess we'll see what happens.On a different note, work sucked today and I'm so glad to be home. Too bad I have to do it all over again tomorrow.
Nothing like coming home from work and looking like a heroin addict. My arms look like I missed with a needle about a 100 times. The plastic that comes off the machines have these little jaggy edges and I always manage to cut myself to hell and back on it. Needless to say everyone picks on me and asks why I can't hit the vein better. 
I really need to get out of that place. Today had to be my worst day ever out of the 18 days since I've started. The machine ran way too fast and the damn thing kept screwing up. Not to mention I was working with the crazy German lady today. We all poke fun and call her "the crazy German lady", mostly because she doesn't hold anything back. If she has something to say, she says it, even at the expense of your feelings. Personally, I don't have a problem with her. Just the fact she's German makes her grade A in my book. Did I mention I love German people?
Anyway, the day just seemed to drag on and on until 3:00. I was so glad to get the hell out of there and start my weekend. Thank god I don't work Fridays!
So now what to do this weekend? Probably not a damn thing. I really want to get my labret pierced, but I also need to save my money so I can move out of here. I suppose we'll see how much extra $$$ I have after paying bills. Ugh, bills!
I'm still working on my SG app. I'm trying to decide what pics I'd like to submit. I guess any would do really, but since I'm such a perfectionist, I have to pick just the right ones. That and I really, really despise my good camera. Doesn't make sense does it? But really, it just picks up every damn flaw and amplifies it x100. Like the cuts on my arm from work and my scars on my stomach from my gall bladder surgery would be like BAM! In your face. Not good.
Here's some pics I took last Sunday that I never got around to posting.
^^ WTF is the point of this? ^^
^^ This is my purdy little town ^^
^^ Odd ^^
I really need to get out of that place. Today had to be my worst day ever out of the 18 days since I've started. The machine ran way too fast and the damn thing kept screwing up. Not to mention I was working with the crazy German lady today. We all poke fun and call her "the crazy German lady", mostly because she doesn't hold anything back. If she has something to say, she says it, even at the expense of your feelings. Personally, I don't have a problem with her. Just the fact she's German makes her grade A in my book. Did I mention I love German people?
Anyway, the day just seemed to drag on and on until 3:00. I was so glad to get the hell out of there and start my weekend. Thank god I don't work Fridays!
So now what to do this weekend? Probably not a damn thing. I really want to get my labret pierced, but I also need to save my money so I can move out of here. I suppose we'll see how much extra $$$ I have after paying bills. Ugh, bills!
I'm still working on my SG app. I'm trying to decide what pics I'd like to submit. I guess any would do really, but since I'm such a perfectionist, I have to pick just the right ones.
That and I really, really despise my good camera. Doesn't make sense does it? But really, it just picks up every damn flaw and amplifies it x100. Like the cuts on my arm from work and my scars on my stomach from my gall bladder surgery would be like BAM! In your face. Not good.Here's some pics I took last Sunday that I never got around to posting.
^^ WTF is the point of this? ^^
^^ This is my purdy little town ^^
^^ Odd ^^
Weekends fly by way to fast. I can't believe tomorrow is Monday already and you know what that means, the beginning of another work week.
Hopefully though, some things will change within the next coming weeks and I can get out of that place. Randy goes for his interview at another garage door company. The main reason he wants another job is because he wants daylight hours so we can spend more time together. The downside to this possible job though, is it only pays $12/hr to start where as he's making $14.47/hr at his current job. That's about $5k less per year. On top of that, the job location is about a half hour away, so that requires more time and also more money for gas.
So I'm not really sure that it's worth him taking the job. It's in the area I'd really like to move to, but if we have to make a major change in lifestyle just to do it, I'm not so sure I'm willing to compromise.
I guess we'll make our final decision on Monday after Randy has his interview.
Adelphia also called him for an interview, but he hasn't been able to call back yet. I hope he can get hired with them as a cable technician. They make quite a bit of money from what I understand. It works better to my advantage if he gets that job so I could focus on my education and go back to school.
I also decided that I'm definitely going to apply to be an SG. I have tons of ideas for sets and from what I can see, most of them haven't been put to use by any current SG's so, I'm pretty excited about that. I'm not sure when I'm going to apply though. Right now, with our current living situation, we don't have a whole lot of privacy and I wouldn't be comfortable shooting my first set right now. So does anybody know how long you have to send in your first set after being accepted? Reason I ask is because we have definite plans to move within the month but I don't know if it would make sense for me to apply now or wait until we're settled. I heard that it can take up to a month for them to respond to your application, so I may be better off applying now. But then if they accept it earlier and if I'm required to have my first set in within two weeks (for example) of them accepting, I may be screwed. I suppose if it really came down to it, I could always do my first set at another location or something. I don't know, I always tend to over analyze shit. You wouldn't believe the debates I have with myself over just what to eat for dinner!
Another possible set back is, I'm looking to get another computer. This one is about 5 years old, and though its very decent, I just want a new one! Though I should be able to use the new one right out of the box, you never know if I'll have compatability issues with my camera or what. Highly doubtful, but that's just me over analyzing again. So perhaps it is just best if I wait to apply....or is it? AAHHH!!
Think I'm gonna go relieve some of this stress with a good shopping sesh. But before I go, here's a bunch of randomness for your viewing pleasure.
Hopefully though, some things will change within the next coming weeks and I can get out of that place. Randy goes for his interview at another garage door company. The main reason he wants another job is because he wants daylight hours so we can spend more time together. The downside to this possible job though, is it only pays $12/hr to start where as he's making $14.47/hr at his current job. That's about $5k less per year. On top of that, the job location is about a half hour away, so that requires more time and also more money for gas.
So I'm not really sure that it's worth him taking the job. It's in the area I'd really like to move to, but if we have to make a major change in lifestyle just to do it, I'm not so sure I'm willing to compromise.
I guess we'll make our final decision on Monday after Randy has his interview. Adelphia also called him for an interview, but he hasn't been able to call back yet. I hope he can get hired with them as a cable technician. They make quite a bit of money from what I understand. It works better to my advantage if he gets that job so I could focus on my education and go back to school.
I also decided that I'm definitely going to apply to be an SG. I have tons of ideas for sets and from what I can see, most of them haven't been put to use by any current SG's so, I'm pretty excited about that. I'm not sure when I'm going to apply though. Right now, with our current living situation, we don't have a whole lot of privacy and I wouldn't be comfortable shooting my first set right now. So does anybody know how long you have to send in your first set after being accepted? Reason I ask is because we have definite plans to move within the month but I don't know if it would make sense for me to apply now or wait until we're settled. I heard that it can take up to a month for them to respond to your application, so I may be better off applying now. But then if they accept it earlier and if I'm required to have my first set in within two weeks (for example) of them accepting, I may be screwed. I suppose if it really came down to it, I could always do my first set at another location or something. I don't know, I always tend to over analyze shit. You wouldn't believe the debates I have with myself over just what to eat for dinner!
Another possible set back is, I'm looking to get another computer. This one is about 5 years old, and though its very decent, I just want a new one!
Though I should be able to use the new one right out of the box, you never know if I'll have compatability issues with my camera or what. Highly doubtful, but that's just me over analyzing again. So perhaps it is just best if I wait to apply....or is it? AAHHH!!Think I'm gonna go relieve some of this stress with a good shopping sesh. But before I go, here's a bunch of randomness for your viewing pleasure.
Yay, another week of work down! It's so sad that I actually have to give myself a "pat on the back" for making it through a week of work. Most people, not even my co-workers, realize how much of a difficult time I have trying to do something that 98 % (maybe that figure is too exaggerated seeing how most of the population is out of work...but you get my point) of the population does every single day of their lives. I think I may have mentioned it awhile back on my MySpace, but a very good read that portrays exactly what I go through on a daily basis is at The Spoon Theory. I think it puts a little bit more weight to my griping all the time...lol.
This weekend will probably be another boring one. I would like to start getting things cleaned up around here so I'll have an easier time moving out. I hate cleaning, sorting, and packing all in one shot. So I figured I'd start the cleaning and sorting now, that way when it comes to packing - all I'll have to do is stick the stuff in a box and move it to the new place.
Randy and I haven't found a new place yet because we've been trying to catch up on the bills, which we finally have. So now we're trying to save up enough for first month's rent, a security deposit, some new furniture and a little extra for whatever else that may come up. We're also saving up to go to the Celtic Fling at the end of June.
More importantly though, Randy and I are saving up for our wedding! It was so cute. Today when I called Randy on my lunch break, he was looking at various places to go on our honeymoon. Not sure what brought that on, but he's planning on finally getting married next year. We haven't really been able to sit down and talk about dates or how we're going to do it. So far we know we'd like to get it done at the PA Ren Faire.
Since we're both Irish/Celtic, I wouldn't mind having an Irish handfasting wedding either though. All I know is that it will most likely be small since my family consists of my mom, dad and grandmother. Randy's side is a bit bigger, which kinda makes me feel awkward. I may have a total of 5-8 people from my side show up because that's all I have left. Everyone else has already passed. His side may consist of 20-30. Maybe we should just elope and get married in Vegas, at that snazzy drive thru instead!
As much as I hate work and being away from home, I love how everything is starting to come together for us now!
Oh yeah, watch Samurai Champloo tonight. 1 am EST on Adult Swim. Do it.
This weekend will probably be another boring one. I would like to start getting things cleaned up around here so I'll have an easier time moving out. I hate cleaning, sorting, and packing all in one shot. So I figured I'd start the cleaning and sorting now, that way when it comes to packing - all I'll have to do is stick the stuff in a box and move it to the new place.
Randy and I haven't found a new place yet because we've been trying to catch up on the bills, which we finally have. So now we're trying to save up enough for first month's rent, a security deposit, some new furniture and a little extra for whatever else that may come up. We're also saving up to go to the Celtic Fling at the end of June.
More importantly though, Randy and I are saving up for our wedding! It was so cute. Today when I called Randy on my lunch break, he was looking at various places to go on our honeymoon. Not sure what brought that on, but he's planning on finally getting married next year. We haven't really been able to sit down and talk about dates or how we're going to do it. So far we know we'd like to get it done at the PA Ren Faire.
Since we're both Irish/Celtic, I wouldn't mind having an Irish handfasting wedding either though. All I know is that it will most likely be small since my family consists of my mom, dad and grandmother. Randy's side is a bit bigger, which kinda makes me feel awkward. I may have a total of 5-8 people from my side show up because that's all I have left. Everyone else has already passed. His side may consist of 20-30.
Maybe we should just elope and get married in Vegas, at that snazzy drive thru instead!As much as I hate work and being away from home, I love how everything is starting to come together for us now!
Oh yeah, watch Samurai Champloo tonight. 1 am EST on Adult Swim. Do it.
So I finally got a SG account! I've been visiting the site so often, I figured I might as well just give in and get one. I've wanted to do it anyway, since I wanted to check it out before I decided if I wanted to become a SG myself, for sure.
I'm a bit reluctant to put my application in because I don't exactly fit the Suicide Girls theme. When I first started coming here, practically every model was inked and pierced in some way. As time went on, some of the girls seemed to get a bit less 'edgier', still gorgeous nonetheless though.
Here I am, no tattoos and the only piercing I have is my ears, only once. I want to get so much done, but I never really had the $$$ to do it. Or when I did get the $$$, I ended up spending it on something else. Perhaps I just chickened out instead, afraid of the pain I might have to endure. I hear so many different 'pain stories', I should just quit procrastinating and get it done and find out for myself!
So anyway, that has been my major setback in applying. Now that I have this account, I'm one step closer in doing so I think. I'll get my ink and holes in due time, perhaps that will be my niche. My sets would show my transformation from "Girl Next Door" to "Tattooed and Pierced Girl Next Door".
Ah well, I suppose we'll see. Thanks to everyone for the warm welcome to SG, by the way! Now I'm off to find me some food.
I'm a bit reluctant to put my application in because I don't exactly fit the Suicide Girls theme. When I first started coming here, practically every model was inked and pierced in some way. As time went on, some of the girls seemed to get a bit less 'edgier', still gorgeous nonetheless though.
Here I am, no tattoos and the only piercing I have is my ears, only once. I want to get so much done, but I never really had the $$$ to do it. Or when I did get the $$$, I ended up spending it on something else. Perhaps I just chickened out instead, afraid of the pain I might have to endure. I hear so many different 'pain stories', I should just quit procrastinating and get it done and find out for myself!
So anyway, that has been my major setback in applying. Now that I have this account, I'm one step closer in doing so I think. I'll get my ink and holes in due time, perhaps that will be my niche. My sets would show my transformation from "Girl Next Door" to "Tattooed and Pierced Girl Next Door".
Ah well, I suppose we'll see. Thanks to everyone for the warm welcome to SG, by the way!
Now I'm off to find me some food.