ikarit: (barney&ted/ hot outside)
2010-06-05 02:48 pm
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go, go, go!

So, I have been on a quest to lose 30 pounds for two months (nine weeks) now, and while there's been a little cheating here and there, I've kept up with it. For the first six weeks, it was a diet change only. Then three weeks ago, it warmed up enough for me to start my summer walking schedule every day. I walk most of the time, but I add in a little jogging at the end.

I've lost 17 pounds so far )

The best part is I feel fantastic. I never realized how all that sugar and fat hurts you. I have more energy, I'm more awake even though I ditched my daily Starbucks, and after exercising, I feel like bouncing all over the house. I always felt better after exercising, but it was more an exhausted type of better rather than an energized type of better. In fact, I was usually twice as lazy after exercising, just because I was so tired. Now, I can work out, and then an hour later I'll want to do it all over again!

Reaching my goal isn't quite as important as it was when I started because right now the benefits are my pride that I can actually do this, and the healthy feeling I get while I am. Not to mention, at this point, I don't really doubt that I will reach my goal, and that I can reach it with time to spare.
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2010-05-23 10:25 pm

idek

[livejournal.com profile] naatz: http://www.ynet.co.il/PicServer2/24012010/2570239/STO07_g.jpg
::headdesk::
it's kinda brilliant.
[livejournal.com profile] karit ...wah?
[livejournal.com profile] naatz: but upsetting.
the photograph!
[livejournal.com profile] karit Is that... I get what it is.
But I'm trying to figure out exactly what they're protestingg?
[livejournal.com profile] naatz: protest in Slovakia.
[livejournal.com profile] karit ...OH.
OH.
[livejournal.com profile] naatz: gay parade
[livejournal.com profile] karit I GET IT.
...ew, dudes. Seriously?
Stick figures?
That is hilarious, yet so... enraging. Hilarious because they are clearly MORONS.
[livejournal.com profile] naatz: would crack me up.
if it wasn't upsetting.
[livejournal.com profile] karit But enraging because they are also clearly ASSHOLES.
[livejournal.com profile] naatz: I'm just gaping at it.
[livejournal.com profile] karit Who deserve a PUNCH in the FACE.
[livejournal.com profile] naatz: yep.
but . . . dude.
stick figures.
I am TORN
[livejournal.com profile] karit I thought the bottom half was like a trash can or something, and there was a ledge.
I DON'T KNOW YOU CAN LAUGH IT'S OKAY
Then it was like, "no, that's definitely his legs... what are they protesting? OH THAT'S A PEEN"
[livejournal.com profile] naatz: okay
cracking up now.
[livejournal.com profile] karit I know.
[livejournal.com profile] naatz: ::cracks up::
[livejournal.com profile] karit I totally understand.
I embarrass myself.
Yet also, have to laugh at myself.
::headdesk::
I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT, IF THAT WAS HIS LEGS, THEN WHY WASN'T IT CONNECTED.
AND THEN I THOUGHT THEY WERE BENT OVER A TRASH CAN. I DON'T KNOOOOOOOW.
I CLEARLY DO NOT HAVE THE PROTESTER ASSHOLE STICK FIGURE MINDSET.
[livejournal.com profile] naatz: XDDDDDDDD

I told her I was going to post it, and she said please do, because if I didn't, then she would. Before we got onto this topic, there was much more idiocy from me on the Supernatural finale. She is my favorite person to talk to. <3
ikarit: (barney/ looking at you)
2010-05-19 11:28 pm
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for anyone who watches glee

I feel it's very, very important to put this out there, as someone born and raised in Lima, Ohio.

The crack houses are actually on the SOUTH side.

I love that show. ♥
ikarit: (sulu/ being awesome)
2010-05-02 09:26 pm
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victory!

And after being stressed as all get out the past three weeks, suddenly everything is in the past and I feel like I can breathe again!

The trip to South Carolina went well, and I actually helped out quite a bit. I was worried that with three men plus my mother directing, I'd just get in the way, but that was not what happened at all. My youngest brother got strep throat, so he couldn't really help out much at all, the other brother was helping my mom pack everything in boxes, so it was up to me and my father to do all the heavy lifting.

Literally! I don't know why my brother needs a 70 gallon fish tank, but I can tell you that it is not fun to move that thing.

Then on Friday, it was my mom's surprise party for her fiftieth birthday, and we threw her a surprise party. We were all a little worried she'd be mad at us, but after some initial unhappiness, she had a blast. Yay!

Those two things, plus helping with the Relay for Life garage sale made for a hectic couple weeks. This week we're having a barbeque pork chop dinner, but I'm just cheap (free) labor for that, so I'm not really stressed about it.

And then, just because I'm not stressed and it needed done, I completely tore apart my room today and organized everything. It was an embarrassing wreck, but it always takes me a while to get around to doing anything about it. Still, it's like I was so used to having a million things to do that I have to keep doing things or else I just feel wrong! I'm not done organizing, so tomorrow will be finishing up, plus shopping plus laundry! Yay for having a day off work!
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2010-04-20 10:30 pm
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yes another post, you can die of shock now

It would figure that I'd decide to start updating on the day before my paid account is set to expire. Typical me.

I'm not really sure why I'm posting. I think this week is so exhausting for me that writing all out helps me keep everything straight.

Today was... long. And now I have blisters. Why, why, why didn't I change out of my heels before I ran all my errands. And did my chores. And walked all over the mall. Whyyyyyy?

My brother is moving. )

So with a just a few days to spare, we have to pack for a trip, buy furnishings for an apartment, and oh, on top of that?

Next week is my mother's 50th birthday, and we're throwing her a surprise birthday party. Guess who has tons of things to get done THIS WEEK to get ready for it? Me, that's who, with only tomorrow evening to get them done. Plus pack, plus fit in other odds and ends, plus make sure the dog is taken care of (which is an ordeal beyond imagining--there is a page with full paragraphs on how to feed her, whyyyyy is she so old?), plus RIP OUT ALL MY HAIR AND CRY.

Not to mention that I'm still involved with my company Relay For Life committee and this weekend is our huge garage sale filled entirely with donated items because we have an amazing bunch of employees, and I am basically abandoning a really good friend to do it almost entirely by herself at the very last minute and I feel horrible about it. So of course I'm trying to fit in an hour every day to help her organize and label everything. I hate leaving at the end of that hour, because there's piles and piles of things that still has to be done, and I honestly do not have even another half hour to give her.

Can I curl up into a ball and sleep now?
ikarit: (sulu/ being awesome)
2010-04-20 12:01 am
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life in a bottle

I am an eternal procrastinator. I also sort of plan things out in my head in great detail and then I feel so much satisfaction from my plan that actually following through feels like it just wouldn't live up to my expectations. Like, for example, posting on my livejournal.

I can make really detailed excuses, too.

here's my life now )

And that's about half my life right now. Work and the diet!

This weekend, I'm going to South Carolina to do manual labor (ahahaha, my life's joy, a 13 hour drive to lift things for one day and then drive another 13 hours home, idek--more on that later?), so let's see if I can post again next week. This week? I have a list of things I have to do every day, and I don't think there's enough time to fit it all in. It's gonna be fun!
ikarit: (kirk/ pretty but kind of a douche)
2009-10-24 05:31 pm
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five months since my last post, and this is all i've got for you

So I promised [livejournal.com profile] naatz a couple weeks ago that I would post something to my livejournal. There were accusations and dramatic statements ("If not for Delicious, I would've thought you were DEAD!"), and I was very intimidated. She refused to accept perfectly valid excuses ("I have nothing to post about! Follow me on Twitter or Facebook, I post there all the time!") and as usual with her, pushed me around until she got me to agree with her. (SO TRUE, I AM SO BULLIED.)

So Netta, I have posted! And am clearly not dead. ♥

Truthfully, it's not that I've been completely busy, although I have been a bit busier than usual. I'm still working at the credit union, still liking it quite a lot. Best part is that I like the job, I like my coworkers, and I like my boss. It's like the trifecta of a perfect job. I won't say it's what I want to do forever, but until I get a degree and find my dream job, it is definitely satisfactory!

Some parts of work have been a bit crazy, though. A couple months ago, I volunteered to be on the Relay For Life committee for our company and we're in the middle of planning and selling tickets for a chicken barbecue dinner. I'm the only one on the committee actually at the branch handling all the orders, so I'm kind of the go-to girl for everything as well as trying to keep things organized and hassle-free. I'm definitely not usually committee girl or volunteer girl even if I think it's a fantastic cause, but... well, it's a fantastic cause. We're going to have projects going on all year round, so hopefully we can keep up the momentum we've got going.

Other than that, hm. I had an epiphany the other day. I am a complete clothes horse. I don't know how it happened! I have a bunch of hoodies folded neatly on my floor because I have nowhere else to put them, and I am baffled as to where all these clothes came from. I keep telling people it's because I have my work clothes and then my casual, non-work clothes but since I usually don't bother to change when I come home from work, and I work five days a week, my mother is incredibly skeptical. She believes I need to get rid of about half of them, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I wear all of them! Well, most of them. At least half of them! And I spent money on all of them! I might wear them again someday! You never know when you might buy something that matches perfectly with something you bought three years ago but never wore because you didn't have anything to go with it.

...that happens a lot, actually. Hmm. Does anyone else buy something that you can't wear because you don't have anything to go with it because you think something at some point will go with it, and it'll be really cute? Anyone? I'm constantly grabbing things off clearance racks for that exact reason--if it's $4, why not buy it and then find something to go with it later?

That can't be just me.

It makes me kind of nostalgic. If I had been this obsessed with clothes back when I was in high school, I would've been a lot more popular. Oh, well!
ikarit: (kirk/ set phasers to sexy)
2009-05-26 07:04 pm
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i'm happiest at my geekiest

It occurs to me that telling myself every day that it might be nice to update livejournal is in fact not all that productive. Such is the way of me.

This month, I'm going to blame it on Star Trek, which has eaten my brain. Oh my god, I love that movie. I've seen it three times, once with my mother and twice by myself. I keep telling myself three times is enough, but the last time I went, they gave me a free movie ticket. I kind of feel like using it to see something other than Star Trek would be an affront to all things good and geeky.

And just to make me love the movie even more, in dragging my mom to see it, I found out that she actually watched the original series on television. I came close to crying. I knew I had to get my love of sci-fi tv shows and movies somewhere, but prior to then, it had remained a mystery. It totally made up for the fact that she still doesn't understand the storyline of the movie and I have explained it to her five times.

I decided to stop while I was ahead and not tell her that I ship Kirk/Spock.

Although, as a girl who watched Star Wars every day for an entire summer (usually more than once a day), should I should feel like I'm betraying something? Because I really, really don't.

And anyone looking for good Star Trek fics can check out my delicious bookmarks. I have gone from 2 Star Trek fics (both bookmarked at the time because they were crossovers with other series I'm a fan of) to 124 bookmarks in two and a half weeks. It's a new record for me!

ETA: Oh, I forgot! I have a dreamwidth account now. Username is ikarit, feel free to add me if you like. Not really using it for anything right now except as a backup.

I also have two invites. Just comment if you'd like one.
ikarit: (doctorrose/ so close)
2009-05-05 03:02 pm
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being good at something is actually kind of fantastic

Still liking my job. Last week, I overheard my new boss call me "awesome." It was a great feeling.

The full-time position at the branch closer to my house opened up for applications on Friday. I decided, after thinking it over this past weekend, that I'm not going to apply. Not only is it not likely that I'd get it because it was posted earlier than I thought it'd be, but even if it's full-time rather than part-time, it's not as good in the long run. It's only a receptionist position. Where I am now is technically a receptionist position, but I have more responsibilities and a higher chance of promotion later on.

Plus, my boss told me that she would not be at all surprised if it's a full-time position by the end of the summer. No guarantees, but that's okay. I keep saying that I want to take some business classes. If it's not full-time later, then I'll actually have the time to start taking them and no excuses not to. We'll see.

There is a very definite downside, though. If I'm not full-time soon, it will be quite a while before I can move out unless I find a roommate (unlikely). Ah, well. As my mom keeps telling me, it's better to stay home now and save.
ikarit: (taylor/ *sneak*)
2009-04-16 07:51 pm
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whee, a week of adventure and sleeplessness!

I started a new job this week. It's still at the same credit union, but instead of being a teller, I'm a receptionist/new accounts support. Generally, the receptionists do not really do very many new accounts, since loan officers handle those, but the job is at a very small branch where there is one full-time loan officer, and one loan officer that is only there a couple days a week.

It's not so much a step up as it is a step sideways. Perhaps a bit up, but the pay is the same. I'll be getting about two or three more hours a week on average, but that was luck. When I applied, I was told it would be almost ten hours less than I was getting, but it was what I really wanted to do, and a good opportunity to get my foot in the door on that aspect. I was actually the only one who applied for the job. Not sure if it's because it's in a really out-of-the-way office or because it was advertised as only three days a week.

I'm also putting my hopes on something else... I already know a full-time receptionist position is opening up this summer. I know that every part-time teller is going to be applying for it in hopes of getting a full-time spot, but since I am the most recently hired employee who would be vying for the job, there was almost no chance I'd get it. I don't have the experience that every other single person working at the credit union has. Working as a part-time receptionist, though, gives me an edge. So I'm hoping for that!

I was completely terrified over the weekend, worried (as usual), I'd made a mistake in applying. I really loved the people I was working with before, and basically I'd just settled in there. But it's going well. It's a lot easier than teller training was, which is a surprise. I made it halfway through the first week of teller training before I came home and cried hysterically to my mother. Compared to that, this is wonderful.

It's... good. Certainly difficult, since I have to learn about CD rates and loan rates and mortgage information. I already know the basics, but nowhere near enough to be able to answer the in-depth questions I need to be able to explain in detail. But I'm learning fairly quickly, and I'll learn the rest! I need to start going to sleep a bit earlier when I'm in training though. I'm working 9 to 5 this week and next, and going to bed at my regular time of 12:30 is killing me.

Also, I joined Twitter earlier in the week. You can find me as ikarit. I will slowly be adding as many of you as I can!
ikarit: (amanda/ !@#$)
2009-03-20 06:15 pm
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fair warning: this entry is not going to be that great.

I am still a little bit worked up, and my mind just keeps jumping around like I swallowed a bunch of caffeine pills. I don't really think I'm making that much sense.

Today was a boring day at work that ended with a shock. I know I haven't posted in a while, so, in case anyone (probably everyone) forgot, I'm working at a local credit union now as a teller. Started at the branch two minutes away from my house and I worked there for eight months, and then a month ago, they transferred me. They gave me two choices about where I would go, but it still sucked.

And then today. Am so, so glad I had the choice about which branch to transfer to, because the branch I didn't choose? Got robbed this afternoon.

I freaked out a little from the robbery, and then it occurred to me that I might have been there, and freaked out some more. Of course everyone is incredibly upset.

This is the fourth or fifth robbery locally just within the past few months, but it's the first one at any of our branches and I guess I just had a mentality where I thought it wouldn't actually happen to us. Rather silly, especially because there was an incident with a gun in another one of our branches a couple months ago.

It turned out to be a BB gun and not a real one, but still scary. Incredibly scary for me, because my mom also works at the same credit union as a teller, and that happened at her branch. I was incredibly proud of her at the time, because she was the teller who kept calm while a man waved around what everyone thought was a gun and called the cops.

I'm not too incredibly worried for myself, because my branch is, for a bunch of reasons, an unlikely target. But Mom's branch is probably the next obvious target after the branch that got robbed today, and I think the thought of Mom getting robbed is about five times more terrifying than if it were me.

Not the best ending to a day ever.
ikarit: (rose/ grin)
2009-01-18 02:31 pm

all these years of being too pussy to do blue or purple highlights and this is what i get

I haven't been able to stop laughing since yesterday. I've been planning to have my hair highlighted since this past summer, and I finally made an appointment last month. I was so excited. It's been so long since I've had it done that I even sprung for the most expensive, classy hair salon in town.

Yesterday was the day of destiny, and as has been the plan, I asked for blonde and light red hightlights. Strawberry blonde, I said.

It came out light blonde and orange. Bright, burnt orange.

For about five seconds, I was speechless, and then I couldn't stop grinning. I have no idea why, but I adore it. I love it to pieces. I look in the mirror and laugh and grin.

Orange, really? But it's true. My hair has very obvious orange stripes, and I think it's adorable. Very punky, but adorable. And it doesn't help that I also got it cut in a very distinctive style that I adore even more than I do the color! Plus, for someone who is absolutely hopeless at styling hair, I can actually style it and it looks perfect, and it takes like ten minutes from start to finish. Super easy!

I will attempt pictures, but so far it just isn't showing properly on camera. Looks like a pretty normal dark brown in photographs. I will have to work on that.

In other news, I have become obsessed with jdramas. So far, love love love Hana-Kimi, Hana Yori Dango and am partway through Nodame Cantabile which is bizarre but cute. Am midway through downloading the first three episodes of Gokusen. I want to look into a few kdramas. I watched the first few episodes of Coffee Prince a while back, and I want to finish that, then try to find a few more.

Plus, of course, thank you to everyone who commented on my last post. I am still upset about Ginger, but more upbeat now. I think denying that it was happening and then having a bunch of things happen that made it impossible to ignore she wasn't going to be around forever kind of made me panic. But she's all right for now. Healthy, and still my darling dog. I am learning to relax and just love her each and every day without worry, simply being grateful that we have her.
ikarit: (amanda/ vulnerable)
2009-01-05 11:31 pm

there are some things i never want to see coming

After quite a long time pretending the inevitable was never going to happen, reality's been kicking in hard for me the past few months. My dog, Ginger, is getting old. This past September, she turned fourteen, and the only difference between ages fourteen, ten and five were that when she was younger, she slept less. But she still had so much energy, so much speed and bounce and strength

But in the past two or three months, it seems like she's slowing down more and more each day. Sleeps longer, is harder to wake up. She's having little accidents on the floor every day. Mom has to wash her bed every day because she has accidents while she's sleeping. She's so, so slow, and mostly blind and incredibly hard of hearing. It's hard for her to jump up on anything or anyone. And I just--god.

Every single day, I pick her up and cuddle her and I can't help thinking--every time--this could be the last time I hold her. And I honestly have no idea how I could be okay in a world where she isn't there to hold. To bounce around and drive me nuts and beg for treats and hog my bed like it's her bed and just be so lovable it hurts.

I don't know how much longer we have with her. Maybe days. Maybe much longer. Please, longer. Months and months longer.

And now I'm really making myself bawl, because just those lines--I am hoping for months with her. I am measuring the time we have left with her in months. I can't even dare to hope for one more year. How can it be at the point where I think months is stretching it?

I've never lost a pet before. We are so lucky we've had her for so long, and yet, no matter how long, it's not going to be long enough. If we have to lose her, losing her like this, slowly, still having her bounce around and driving us bonkers every day--less and less time each day, but still every single day--then we're so much luckier than others. So much.

How does anyone imagine a world without the animals they love? How am I supposed to do it? Maybe I shouldn't try, because the only use that would be is in preparation for losing her, and I don't think there's anything in the universe that would prepare me for that.
ikarit: (tenrose/ all smiles)
2008-11-05 12:15 am

if i'm going to break my posting drought, this is when i want to do it

I think this is the first time in my entire life I've been glad to live in Ohio.

After obsessively watching the election campaigning for the last month, I screamed when Ohio was called for Obama.

And at 11pm, I screamed again. And then I cried.

Never been so proud to be an American.
ikarit: (taylor/ oh noes!)
2008-09-15 11:10 pm
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i have to keep telling myself if i strangle him, he won't be cute anymore

I love my brother. I love my brother. It's like a mantra. I really, really do. He just drives me nuts about 80% of the time. Teenagers couldn't have been this brain-explodingly frustrating when I was one, right?

(At this moment, my mother has to be feeling the urge to hit me and having no clue why...)

Phone's ringing, and I can't figure out why no one's answering it. I grab it, look at caller id, it's a university that's been calling for Jim when he hasn't been around to take their calls. I knew he didn't want to talk to them, but they still have to be told that, or they'll keep calling. Duh.

So I answered it.

Me: Hello?
Young Girl Recruiter: Hi, I'm calling from *** University? Could I please speak with Jimmy?
Me: Sure! I'll go get him!

*walks across house*

Me: Hey, Jim, phone. *holds out phone, mouthpiece facing him*
Jim: *glares* I'M NOT HOME.
Me: But--
Jim: *shouts angrily* I'M NOT HOME!

Um. Um.

Me: *mortified, puts phone back up to ear*
Me: ...
Me: ...he's not home.
Young Girl Recruiter: *is already laughing*

So then naturally I couldn't help but start laughing too, and the conversation was concluded between gasps for air.

Just another example of what happens when your parents and older sister spoil you mercilessly. I have only myself--and okay, my parents--to blame.
ikarit: (hiro/ i will save you!)
2008-09-02 11:46 pm
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this is the best meme ever

Ha! From [livejournal.com profile] houses7177. I had to do it. It combines two of my favorite things: subtly dissing Republicans and naming things!

Come up with five names that meet the following criteria:
1. Sports name
2. Nearby area, possibly nostalgic, but not where you're from
3. Nearby place, no necessary association
4. "Cool" name
5. Mythological name

Referencing the Original--
From Wikipedia: [Sarah Palin] married her high school boyfriend, Todd Palin, on August 29, 1988... The Palins have two sons (Track, 19, and Trig, four months) and three daughters (Bristol, 17; Willow, 14; and Piper, 7)... Todd Palin has said Track's name came from the interest Sarah's parents had in the sport and the fact that he was born in the sport's season; Bristol was named after Bristol Bay in Alaska, where Todd grew up and where he does commercial fishing; Willow was named after Willow, Alaska; Piper got her name because it is uncommon and "a cool name"; Trig's name is Norse for "strength".

1. Arrow (because I am still excited that I hit things on Sunday.)
2. Kendrick (for Kendrick's Woods, a park out in the country near my house.)
3. Cairo (a nearby small town whose name rhymes with 'tarot'.)
4. Dream (because I am really sleepy right now)
5. Persephone (from the Greek goddess of fertility, spring and Queen of the Underworld.)

Hardest one was the "cool" name. Oh, stupid names, how I love you!
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2008-09-01 10:40 pm
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still red, but no longer grumpy

I have stopped whining now. Mostly. The sunburn's too painful not to whine at least a little, especially because it seriously amuses my entire family. And it's not like I would've found out Obama was in town while he was still in town, so I wouldn't have gotten to see him anyway! Plus Ren Fest was just so fun I can't help but be cheery about the whole thing.

It's a two hour drive, which was really nice because I like driving and L hates driving so it always works out. I really, really love long drives. I think at least a little bit of the anticipation for going was the drive, and the fact that I'd be the one driving.

We got there just as it opened at 10, and spent almost the whole day there. It was really, really big. I was surprised. I knew it was big, so I don't know why. It was very nice. I loved the shopping, and the shows were fun. L didn't want to play any games, but I wanted to try the bow and arrow. I never hit the target, but I always hit something. I consider that a resounding success! My arm was killing me by the last arrow.

And I've got a few pictures of the day! Whee! )

We left an hour before it closed because L had worn boots so her dress wouldn't drag on the ground. I wasn't really surprised that about two hours into the day, her feet started to hurt. At around 4:30, though, she was done. It took us about a half hour to get from where we were to the exit. She was just so slow because her feet hurt so bad. On the drive home, she took and look and there were four blisters already. Ouch! They were not pretty.

It was fun. It was really fun. I can't believe I have never been to one before! I am definitely going again next year.
ikarit: (daniel/ overwhelmed)
2008-08-31 11:05 pm
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...

...

Barack Obama was in my hometown today and I was at the Renaissance Festival?

At the Renaissance Festival.

(Am now look like lobster.)

Why couldn't this have happened any other day? Any other?!

It was a fun day. A super fun day. I loved it. Fun, fun, fun.

It lasts months. I could've gone tomorrow! Augh! AUGH!

Also, might then not now look like lobster. Mom is vindicated. Has given panicked orders for sunscreen my whole life. Forget it one day and look what happens. LOBSTER.

Am lobster, in pain, L ended up with four blisters on her feet--WHY?!

Renaissance Festival > Sunburn + Blisters. L and I agree totally.

Renaissance Festival > Barack Obama? I... I... have to think about this. RenFest lasts MONTHS. MONTHS. AUGH.

Maybe I'll hold off posting again until I'm more rational, can accomplish complete sentences and... not in agonizing pain. I need more aloe vera.
ikarit: (hiro/ i will save you!)
2008-08-29 10:42 pm

whoever invented birthdays should be shot

It starts out fun. Someone's celebrating the anniversary of the day they were born, and then the next thing you know, you've eaten six pieces of pizza and four heavily frosted cupcakes.

I can't help it. If there's chocolate, it's like a compulsion, I can't just leave it sitting there!

Can I please throw up now?
ikarit: (snape/ the high point)
2008-08-23 12:50 pm
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hot dogs make the world a better place

I think the most satisfying part of work is that I can be my own little whirlwind of activity, with cars lined up in the drive-thru, counting money, bundling money, juggling deposits and withdrawals, everything just strewn across the counter--just basically insanely and crazily busy--and then at the end of the day, still come up balanced to the penny.

It's a really satisfying feeling, and makes all the frustration worthwhile.

The fair was this week. I didn't manage to get out there until Thursday, but that was okay. I honestly haven't been to the fair since either high school or middle school. L and I escorted her five year old nephew around and it was a lot of fun. I forgot how much fun the fair is.

Also how good the food is. Gimme hot dogs, fries and elephant ears over fancy stuff any day. I got home and was so full I thought I'd puke. I love fair food.

L wanted to go to watch the horse races. I saw two of them and was so bored I could not wait to go back out and check out everything else. Horse racing is okay when it gets exciting, like a real race to the finish, but I just don't see the point most of the time.

Next weekend is what I'm really looking forward to. I'm going to the Renaissance Festival! I've never been to one before, and I think it's going to be great. I have been waiting for this all summer! It's pretty much the only vacation I'm getting, and I don't think it technically counts if it's on a weekend and not even in a different state, and in fact, less than a two hour drive, and only for one day! But it's still the only one I'm getting, so I'm calling it a vacation anyway.