Well, so far, mine has been... eventful. All around eventful! I got up to go to work as usual yesterday, and it was a pretty normal day until just after 11, when I smashed a finger against the corner of a metal bar (a clothing rack, actually) and promptly passed out about a minute later. Probably the most embarrassing episode yet. I think the last time I fainted was sometime in 2005 (I passed out twice that year).

This is the third time I've fainted due to pain and the sixth time total. I'd forgotten how much smashing your finger hurts, and the fact that I couldn't scream, curse or cry did not help. Clearly, the next time I stub my toe and scream, I will have to inform my mother that the screaming is for health reasons. I've never fainted when I can wail about it. Anyway, I woke up to about... oh, I'm guessing at least fifteen customers plus three or four coworkers standing around me. Horribly, desperately embarrassing. Not sure how long I was out, but long enough for someone to have run to a nearby pretzel shop and get me a cup of ice water. They handed it to me when I woke up. And naturally, because customers are incredibly curious, none of them left, and I couldn't very well get up. I must've lain there for ten minutes with a crowd around me. And I had to talk three or four people out of calling the EMTs.

It wasn't even a day I wanted to go home early. I was hoping to finish some extra work since Fridays are usually a slow day (for my job, not for the store), but instead I'll likely have a lot more extra work next week. Shit. But I got shuffled out the emergency exit without even being allowed to grab my coat--I had my purse already and my manager drove me home. I carry glucose tablets in it, so I asked one of the watching coworkers to run and get it right after I woke up.

Next eventful thing was actually a good outcome from the fainting! I got home around 11:40 and got on MSN, something I usually don't do until after work, and it turns out my friend L had been trying to get in contact with me! I was planning on visiting her this weekend, but she wanted to know if I could come up yesterday instead of today, because if I came today I would've had to go to a hockey game. I didn't want to go to a hockey game, so I went up last night (obviously, I was fine by then) and came back earlier today. Fun!

And final eventful thing was actually about work again. Sometime last night, J. C. Penney got a bomb threat. Wow. I can't wait until they find the jackass who did that and arrest them. Every once in a while, they get bomb threats for one or the other of the college campuses in my town, but the mall is new.

Oh, and I forgot the best part. On the drive up to visit L (she goes to college at Bowling Green, which is like... an hour away or so), I noticed my butt hurt. See, when I fainted a bunch of people were going on about how I hit my head on the bottom of a metal rack but my head didn't hurt at all and there was only a little mark. It turns out that I might've hit my head a little, but my ass definitely broke my fall. I figured it was one of those bruises that you can't see, since it's my butt and it's... I dunno, all fatty! But no, I looked (out of curiosity) this afternoon, and I have a really awful looking bruise. It's like... bloody purple-red, and vivid. Kind of impressively ugly, and I'm not even sure how hard I must have landed to make it that bad.

So that's me so far. Humiliation, a fun visit with an awesome friend, a bomb threat, and an ugly bruised ass. Kind of... yeah, I'm going to stick with eventful. I'm hoping tomorrow will be very dull.
ikarit: (sasuke/ cursed)
( Feb. 26th, 2007 07:14 pm)
Oh my god, am I blind? How does a woman, especially a woman who's spent the last six or seven years being abnormally proud of her extra-large boobs, never notice that they're lopsided. I have giant crooked boobs! Oh my god, why didn't I ever notice?

I was so proud of them. I'm passingly pretty, possibly capable of an above-decent figure if I lost about ten to fifteen pounds, only just learned (in the past week, even) how to properly style my hair so it looks nice and maybe makes me look a little bit sexy if I make the right face, but through all the trauma of being only "passingly this" and "a little bit that," I could comfort myself with the fact that I had spectacular tits.

And now I realize that all along, I've been blind! They're deformed! They're misshapen! I'm using too many italics and looking up words on a thesaurus to express my grief!

I was planning on going out because I really do look amazing today, but obviously now I can't, I just can't. I can never go out in public again! My life is over and I wish I was being dramatic for comic effect but this is honest dramatics and I am staying in my room and never coming out.

Also, I will never, ever stop crying after I tell Tiffi she was right all along and while my boobs are still bigger than hers (at least I still have that), her are better because they are symmetrical. We have been demanding that boys rate our boobs since high school and I was ahead, I was ahead and now I must give it all up.

I'm going off to bawl my eyes out and then die of devastation.

eta: Because I think I was horribly unclear, I meant one is lower than the other. They are half a size different from each other but I've known they stopped growing.
...okay, so I admit it. I suck at going to the gym. I went one time, nearly passed out and then never went again. I'm cancelling my membership at the Y. From now on, I'm going to be working out at home.

I swear I will. I swear!

Is anyone on my flist a member of Gaia Online? I know [livejournal.com profile] maechi is, but I'm not sure about anyone else. I stay away from the forums because the majority of the members are preteens (or act like preteens), but it's a fun way to kill time when you're bored. I love dressing up my little character. My flist probably wants to kill me for changing my outfits every day. ^-^; If anyone is a member, please say so and I'll add you!

Currently my avi looks like this:
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Inevitably, however, that will change. Probably tomorrow! But today it is Ninja Girl in honor of Shippuden.

SPEAKING OF SHIPPUDEN! Was I the only one who didn't love it? It seemed like the drawing wasn't the best, and I didn't like the character designs very much either. I thought since it was the first of the new series, they'd really try to wow people. As it is, I almost don't want to bother downloading the next episode when it comes out. I haven't really even been into Naruto lately and Shippuden didn't do much to get me back. Anyone have similar thoughts?
ikarit: (soukan/ zen not for the trigger happy)
( Jan. 22nd, 2007 04:02 pm)
weight: 149.2 lbs (as of yesterday night)

Today, I finally went to the Y to work out for the first time in a year and a half. The plan is to go three times a week until I leave for vacation. That should be plenty of time to make myself bikini-ready!

To keep track, I'm going to post my weight at the beginning of every entry. I don't really care how much I weigh--it's inches that are important, not pounds, but I'm not going to measure my waist and hips, so weight is what it's going to be. I'm hoping for 125 lbs, but last time I couldn't get below 135 lbs even when I looked really skinny. Muscle is so heavy! Also, my boobs are like five pounds each, so I choose to believe that's where the extra ten pounds were coming from.

It's been a month since I updated, but that's more because my plan was to post my New Year's pictures, but then it took ages for me to upload them and I still have yet to resize and edit them, so that plan is a bust. The ones with me in them turned out kind of fuzzy anyway. That's what I get for having drunks take pictures with my camera. Dammit, there were some cute ones too.

I have an appointment at the local employment agency on Friday, so hopefully soon I'll be working and making money. I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to be doing with the rest of my life, but I'll figure that out as I go.
I think I've got something figured out. Not only does everything I eat go to my hips, thighs and stomach, it goes to my boobs too. I just bought new bras because half my old ones were crap, and they fit perfectly. Just wonderfully, and it was a miracle because I never have bras that fit. I even had a whole trial period to make sure--I got two new bras about a month ago, and then when I figured out which style fit best, I went out and bought three more of the same style. Now, only a week later, they're all too small. All four of them!

The only possible explanation is that the four pounds I've gained since I bought them have gone to make my already huge chest even bigger. Now it is absolutely imperative that I lose weight immediately! Or at least those four pounds!

Um, I am gonna finish eating the two big chunks of dark chocolate sitting in front of me first. They're just too good to waste.
ikarit: (sam/ totally unique)
( Aug. 24th, 2006 05:18 pm)
I haven't been on a walk since Saturday and I think I'm going out of my mind. It's just weird. I'm a wimp, and I just wasn't willing to face the prospect of dealing the sores that would inevitably result from walking with blisters. I think today's the day to start walking again, though, since I've discovered the answer to the question I haven't been able to stop thinking about: what happens if you don't pop a blister? Apparently, you end up with a really thick layer of dead skin. It's a toss-up as to whether it's weird or gross. It might even be both weird and gross!

I really, really need a job. Unfortunately for me, I don't know of a job I could both do and would enjoy doing, much less one that I could actually get hired for. I'm running out of money, and considering that I'm a compulsive shopper and there's all these sales at department stores going on and I've just discovered my obsessive love of skirts when I don't (didn't) own any... I really need to earn some money, because even if I've got three credit cards now, I will eventually have to pay them all off. Without money, that will be somewhat difficult and I hate hate hate debt. I really hate it. Student loans are driving me bonkers. Plus, I need gas money for when school starts. I'll have a twenty minute drive to school every day and a twenty minute drive back, and that'll use up a whole lotta gas.

About two years ago, I posted a whole shitload of quotes. I'd say a couple hundred, maybe more. Since then, I've been sporadically adding any new ones I find, and that's getting a bit tiresome. I've decided instead of doing that (because it's not like anyone but me will ever see them anyway, and I wouldn't have posted them if I didn't want people to see them--I've got my own file for myself), I'll just post them in new entries. It won't be often, generally I could go anywhere from one to six months between adding quotes in the old entry, but maybe I'll do it more if I'm posting new entries. An entry with ten random quotes would be a bit much, so maybe I'll try to do a post every time I hit around five quotes.

They're from various sources--I actually went through quote dictionaries when I was younger, but now most of them come from fics or webpages. Whenever I find one that catches my attention, I add it to my file. It's... a really, really big file by now. Anyone who wants to see the old post can check it out here or I have it tagged under "quotes" and as the first entry in my memories under "Misc."
ikarit: (bones/ human flesh)
( Aug. 20th, 2006 11:27 pm)
The thing about going from a complete and total lump to being somewhat physically active is that you forget what things like blisters and pulled muscles feel like. At this moment, I'm rediscovering blisters in a major way. I should've known to stick with the regular tennis shoes, because right now both my heels have gigantic puss-filled... monsters on them, and my mom gleefully informed me I'm going to be in agony when they pop.

Gross. Even describing them is just gross. I knew there was a reason I'd stuck with the lump-life. The most I ever got with that was bruises from bumping against the edge of my desk or a door or something (I'm really klutzy in that way), and I generally didn't even realize I'd done it until I saw the bruises! No pain with that.

I can't even expect sympathy. *desolate* Both my brothers are athletes--my blisters are nothing to their blisters, plus they generally had to ignore the pain and go to practices anyway. Mom gave me a very descriptive... description... of one Jimmy had a while back, and how he'd had to play even though the raw flesh was rubbing agai--well, anyway. She got very descriptive and I'm trying my best to forget it. I think she was saying "I told you so" about wearing the bad shoes. She warned me about those shoes.
ikarit: (haruhi/ yummy)
( Aug. 14th, 2006 11:16 am)
Dad has narrowed our next-year-vacation down to Cancun or Curaçao. Probably. I'm leaning towards Cancun, because one of the three resorts he's considering has free visits to Mayan ruins! Every day! He said he figured I'd go for that one, and it's the one he's leaning towards too. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, but really, anywhere would be awesome.

I'm still taking walks every day, though since I've finally, finally got my sleep schedule under control, I've changed to taking walks in the morning rather than in the evening. I can do that now since I'm actually awake in the mornings! I'm also vaguely-kinda-sorta on a diet, assuming diet is being used incredibly loosely. This is because our grocery store is remodeling and Mom can't find the snack cakes anymore. She can, however, find the fruits and vegetables, so my only real options for snacks are things like bananas and cherries. Despite all this, I appear to have actually gained two pounds. Hm. I'm not all that worried about it, because it's not the weight that matters, it's the inches. Unfortunately I haven't lost any of those, but at least I haven't gained any!

Other than exercising and eating vaguely healthy, I've been in contact with the college, and I've both changed my major and scheduled my classes. I've got to take an accounting class, ugh. I also talked to some people in the Learning Center about my wrists. I have to have my doctor fill out a disabilities form and then they can work out what I'm going to need done. Definitely someone will have to take notes for me; I can type for an hour or so without too much pain, but writing is almost instantaneously excruciating. I guess because typing uses fingers more than wrists, and vice versa for writing. I'll be able to take quizzes and tests as long as they're just multiple choice or fill-in-the-blank, but I'll have to take any essay tests in the Learning Center with a scribe. It'll be incredibly frustrating, but I don't have a choice. Even if I could work through the pain, I still can't write fast enough to finish within time.

I also need two keyboarding classes for my major (which by the way, is Medical Administrative Assistant), but the one I needed for this quarter is full. Instead of waiting, I mentioned that I'm a good typist and my advisor gave me a name and a number to call to ask about testing out. It'll be a better option in several ways, but it costs $50 just to take the test, so I'm going to have to get an idea of how likely it is that I'll pass. I'm not sure how keyboarding is graded, but I do type "properly." I was up to 70 wpm in my ninth grade keyboarding class, and I'm a whole lot faster now than I was then. I'd say at least 100 wpm, but I've never timed myself so I could be way off. Maybe I should check on that... (ETA: 90 wpm with 90-100% accuracy without splints.)

I need to call about testing out today, and I also need to head over to the eye doctor to have my glasses adjusted. I mentioned a few weeks ago that my left eye was bothering me and I was wearing my glasses more, but it's been a few months and my eye hasn't gotten any better. At this point, I'm wearing glasses more than contacts and I hate wearing glasses. I'm going to talk to my regular doctor about my dry eyes to see what he says, and then assuming he can't do anything, I'll make an appointment with the eye doctor. But about my glasses, I've been really annoyed because while they fit, they don't sit on my nose the way I like and so I'm constantly straining my eyes. I haven't had eye strain this bad in years. I'm not sure if it's that they're not sitting the way I like them, or I'm not used to wearing glasses, but I definitely need to have something done about my eyes. Even if I get the frames adjusted and get used to wearing them, I look just awful wearing them!
ikarit: (anipadme/ falling into place)
( Aug. 6th, 2006 04:53 pm)
Phase one of the weight loss regimen has been enacted!

Not really. My plan was to get fat burners because I'm lazy, but apparently you're not supposed to take those with my medications. So that plan had to be scratched...

In the past, my problem was that I'd proclaim to all and sundry that I was going to lose weight and it'd last a week before I got bored and gave up. That won't happen now, because I've already started exercising for completely different reasons. Every day for the past week, I've taken a long walk. I've also slowly been increasing the distance I walk each day. I started with half-hour walks, but now I'm up to an hour.

I take walks because exercise (and also sunlight) is supposed to help depression and walking is my favorite way to exercise. It helps me relax and clear my thoughts, plus I like looking at all the pretty houses and beautiful landscaping. Since I'm walking for pleasure, it'll be really difficult for me to get discouraged.

I could also start dieting, but even I can't convince myself that I'd be able to stick with it. I don't even believe in diets. Once I lost weight by living off snack cakes. To this day, I'm not entirely sure how that happened. I certainly wasn't trying to achieve anything, I just really like snack cakes.
Someone should really, really inform authors that "nether regions" is a term that should never be used. Ever. There should be some kind of public service announcement. I see it once in a while and it makes me laugh out loud every time.

Thank god, usually it's not in smut fics. Smut authors generally use better terms than that, even if they are usually just as hysterically funny. Also speaking of smut authors, I've been coming across a rash of smut fics where the author uses "c*ck" instead of "cock." How is that any better? I'm not being rhetorical, I'd seriously like to know.

Segueing onto a completely different topic, it seems that having my little breakdown the other day was what I needed to kick my ass into gear. I've decided that I am going to Rhodes State this fall and I've picked a major. I've got to go to the Office of Admissions on Monday to deal with a few things, and I think I'll actually do it.

I also might reschedule that doctor's appointment I've put off since, oh, early June. My wrists are really bad again, and I'm worried how difficult it will be for me to take notes in class. Typing isn't too bad because the splints help, but that doesn't work with writing. My wrists cramp up after five or ten minutes when I'm writing normally. The speed at which I'd need to write notes would be absolutely impossible, and that will be a huge problem.

But I am really excited about school (well, kind of) and also because my dad told me about our vacation plans for next summer! After he and Mom went to Florida in the spring, he decided that our family needed one last family trip before... well, I guess before Brian and I move out? He wants a last hurrah, I guess. Anyway, for the first time in our lives, it's going to be a major trip. He's not sure where we're going yet, but so far he's tossed out Jamaica, the Virgin Islands and the Bahamas as ideas.

My new goal in life is to lose enough weight to look good in a bikini by next June. And maybe to get tan. And probably have long hair, but I'm only including that because I've wanted long hair since I got it cut short. In 2004, don't ask why I haven't tried to grow it out because it's a long story. If you can't tell, I'm a little bit hyper. I can't help it, I'm excited! I've never flown in a plane, I've never been out of the country, and I haven't been to the ocean since I was about twelve years old. I'm gonna be fixing all three things at once. *glee*
ikarit: (akihika/ end of the world)
( Jul. 26th, 2006 11:50 pm)
My eyes are really bothering me lately. My left eye, really. I've taken to wearing my glasses all the time, because my left eye is constantly dry--I can wear my contacts maybe six hours before it starts bothering me so much that I have to take them out. I'm almost wondering if there's something wrong, but otherwise nothing's wrong.

On the other hand, I'm not really that happy with my glasses either. It feels like they need to be readjusted! The nosepieces feel off, and they're sticking to my nose and it's driving me crazy. I started putting lipgloss on the nosepieces just to save myself from insanity. I'm really not kidding.

I could've handled one or the other, but of course for me, they have to happen at the exact same time. Somewhere there's a deity laughing at me.

Oh! And in other, less annoying news, I went to see Superman Returns this afternoon. No one wanted to see it with me and I did have a free pass, so I just went by myself. I've only ever done that once before and I swore to never do it again because I felt like a total moron, but for some reason I thought it might be worth it today.

Brandon Routh is incredibly hot--I didn't think so before, but damn, I changed my mind within the first ten minutes of the movie. That is one attractive man!
ikarit: (honey/ kyaa!)
( Jul. 24th, 2006 12:58 am)
Erk. Why is it that I love to sleep but hate to go to bed? It's almost a paradox except not really.

It's not noteworthy except that lately I've been going to bed around four or five in the morning and I really, really don't like that because then I wake up at one or two in the afternoon and the day's half over. It's completely pointless. Also, I miss out on all that time where my parents are at work. Solitude is so precious, especially since my mother gets in these phases where she comes in my room and babbles at me constantly.

I love my mother, but sometimes she makes me twitch really, really badly.

Tonight I will make my stand! Tonight I will go to bed at a reasonable hour (okay, that means like two am because I need some time to work up to an actual reasonable hour) and I'll probably still sleep in because it's habit but then tomorrow night I will go to bed even earlier and maybe I'll get lucky and wake up before noon!

That'd be so fantastic.

You know, I'd almost believe what I'm saying except I say it every night.
ikarit: (bones/ frozen pig)
( Jul. 14th, 2006 03:41 pm)
Happy birthday, Nathan! As my present to you, I bought myself a digital camera and took a few pictures of my short hair (well, okay... more of a present to myself, but it's all you're getting). Y'know, because you've been saying that you can't picture me with short hair, even though it's been short for like two years and I've shown you other pictures before.

Here you go! )

Now's as good a time as any to jump back into livejournal. I've been sporadically easing back into my old routine, beginning with going through my friends list a few days ago. I also decided that part of the reason I was so overwhelmed a while ago is that I had a lot more people on my friends list than I should've--people I haven't spoken to in a very long time.

So some people might've noticed that I did a bit of defriending--it wasn't personal, we just weren't close or hadn't spoken in a very long time, if ever. When my journal was friends locked, I didn't do it because anyone I unfriended wouldn't be able to read my journal, but now it's public and it isn't a problem. Hopefully everyone is okay with that, if not, comment on this entry. I don't think it'll be a problem. On the same token, if anyone's been wanting to defriend me and didn't do it for whatever reason, feel free now. Er, unless all your entries are friends locked... then I'd be sad.
ikarit: (naruto/ the end of all innocence)
( Apr. 17th, 2006 08:43 pm)
You know what? I'm defying convention and from now on I'm going to wear a bra to bed. Because dammit, it does NOT cause cancer and it's just fucking more comfortable! I don't care if it's weird, I really don't!

It's indisputable that someone's boobs are too big when they think bras are so comfortable that they want to sleep in them.

And can someone poke me repeatedly until I start writing the fic bunny I just got? Because if I don't write it now, I'll never write it. Wait, no, don't. Wait, do. Wait--oh, hell. Do whatever you want. o.o
Today I have learned a valuable life lesson: Never try to eat Go-Gurt (yogurt in a tube!) on no sleep just after you've gotten out of the shower, for you will inevitably overdo yourself trying to get the yogurt and SPRAY IT ALL OVER YOUR FACE, CLOTHES AND OF COURSE, ALL IN YOUR HAIR.

Katie's comment: "Well, at least now we know it's possible to take your eye out with yogurt. I didn't think it was, but you've proven it."

I haven't laughed so hard in ages.
Busy, busy weekend! I didn't manage to do half of the things I was planning accomplish. It figures that the only tasks I managed to complete were the ones that really, in the long run, are pretty insignificant. I ran a bunch of errands on Friday; I went to the chiropractor because my back started hurting again, I ran to a few stores to take a look at futon prices (for my apartment next year), I picked up my W2 form from Penney's (why they didn't mail it out, I will never know) and I got my hair cut.

I have bangs now! I had little straggly hairs around my face that were driving me nuts--they weren't long enough to tuck behind my ears and too long to hide--so I asked the hairdresser for advice on getting bangs, and so now I have bangs. There are mixed reactions. Mom claims to love my hair, my dad and brothers were pretty ambivalent, and Tiffi didn't like them at all. I haven't really seen anyone else, so that's all the opinions I've gotten. As to my own opinion... I think they're different. I like them. I'm not going to keep them, since the whole point of getting them was just so I could grow them out, so it really doesn't make a difference to me one way or the other. I've had many, many worse hairstyles. It is giving me opportunities to try out different ways to fix up my hair. I've been doing a zig-zag part that's pretty cute.

Other than that, the only other thing I got done was to play poker last night with a bunch of people Tiffi introduced me to. It was fun, although I'm not very familiar with poker in the first place, and they were playing a version I'm not familiar with at all. I played one game and that was it. I managed to stay in for a while just because I kept folding, but I eventually got bored of being completely confused so I went all in and lost. Whew! It was kind of a relief, since I hate feeling ignorant. Still, I'm going to try playing online and familiarize myself with the game because there's a poker game every Saturday. If I knew what I was doing, I'd probably have had a lot of fun!

I really need to study for an exam I have tomorrow. I'm way behind in that class, and if I don't study my ass off, I'm going to bomb it. Really, really bomb it. That was one of the things I was planning to do this weekend. The other things were filling out all the scholarship applications I printed out on Friday (because I needed information from my parents and my grandfather), and the last thing was to work on my rental application (since I need Dad for that one). Argh! Oh well, I'm coming home next weekend and I've still got time.
I got my new glasses today. It's... interesting.

First thing I noticed was that I spent nearly $300 on a pair of glasses with the thinnest possible lens only to recieve... a pair of glasses with what appears to be not very thin lenses (or rather, kinda thick lenses). This makes me wonder exactly how thick they would have been if I had NOT spent $300 on them. I'm not entirely sure I want to know, or else I might have to kill myself.

I'm not sure if my vanity will allow me to wear them in public. They don't look so bad on me, but...

That brings me to the next point! Wearing glasses with the correct prescription is WEIRD. It feels like I can't see, because I can see the edge of the glasses and just... I dunno. Plus there's the fact that it's a stronger prescription than I'm used to, and it's kinda making me dizzy. That always happens until I get used to it, it's just that I'm usually getting used to it with contacts, which are much better for that sort of thing. There's no 'edge' to contacts like there are to glasses.

I'm already getting a little more used to the new prescription. Very nice! Now to talk myself out of my vanity so I can wear them in public. Maybe.
First of all, why did no one point out that I'd misspelled odyssey in the subject of my last post? ;_; I just noticed it a minute ago and I feel like an idiot... I really do know how to spell it, seriously. My fingers just don't like me very much, and occasionally insist on arbitrarily substituting random letters instead of the one I want. Does anyone else have this problem, or is it just me?

Yesterday I had two exams (or midterms... but it's not mid term, so I don't think it's the proper choice), and I thought I did pretty well. It turns out that studying actually does help! Who'd a thought? *somewhat guilty smile* Math, I'm sure I'll get at least an A-, probably an A. *crosses fingers* For French, I thought maybe I'd get a B. I guessed on nearly all the True/False questions, and I knew I bombed la France d'outre-mer section. But we got them back today, and I did so much better than I thought.

Despite guessing on most of the True/False questions, I didn't miss one of them. I did bomb la France d'outre-mer like I thought, but it was only worth four points and I'd managed to guess one. The rest were all stupid little mistakes, missing an accent here and there, and forgetting to make a noun feminine instead of masculine. I could've just kicked myself--I know that stuff.

My score ended up being 95.75% before the bonus. With bonus, 98.75%. I got an A! Once I got over the shock, it was one of the happiest moments of my life. ♥ I called Dad right after I got out of class just to squeal about it. After he finished telling me how proud he was, he gave me more good news. My glasses and contacts are in, and he's going to be mailing them to me on Saturday. Wheeeee! Today is a very good day. :) I really hope that my math instructor has finished grading the exams before class tomorrow, I'm really anxious to see how I did.
The eye check-up went very well. My eyes are still getting worse, but the change in prescription is smaller every time. I curse my father's recessive genes... it's all his fault. I asked the doctor how bad my eyes were. He said I was actually off their scale, but if he had to guess, he'd say something like 10/400. I have no idea what that means aside from the fact he said the 10 meant I'd have to be 10 feet away to see the big E. (Well, I definitely couldn't see it from the 15 or 20 feet in the examining room--not even a hint of black. I couldn't even tell there WAS a letter showing.)

...oh, I just looked it up. That means I can see at 10 ft what people with 20/20 vision could see at 400 ft? God, my eyes really do suck. But why do I have a 10/400 instead of 20/something? Is 10/400 equal to 20/800?

Insurance covered my contacts, but I also needed a pair of glasses that I could wear to class if I want to. My old pair is about six years old, and I wouldn't be able to see the blackboard with them. I'm vain and refuse to wear thick lenses, which makes it a bit difficult to get anything at a reasonable price. In the end, I decided to go for the thinnest lens possible, which still might be thicker than I would be happy with. The total was nearly $300, and because my insurance only covers glasses or contacts, not both, I have to pay for all of it myself. Ugh, why are glasses so expensive?
ikarit: (naruto/ irresistible)
( Aug. 2nd, 2005 06:24 pm)
Well, I finally decided it was time to get highlights again. I'd called a few salons and found out that highlighting is incredibly expensive (I am not paying $50 for some colored streaks in my hair--I'm poor enough as it is), so I went to the local beauty academy instead. They have half off coloring on Tuesdays, so I got really nice blonde highlights for $16.25. Wheeeee!

Kiel got home from Africa late last night, so today he and Brian were supposed to get the parts for my computer. I don't know if they did or not, Brian had to go to work and I was at the salon getting my hair done, so I guess I'll find out after he gets off. I'll have to give approval for everything, of course, but they were supposed to have a list of parts.

We do have to get everything ordered today, because Kiel and Brian have to go to their school Wednesday and Thursday (they're leaving at 4am tomorrow morning) to do scheduling and placement tests. Since I only have just over two weeks before I move in, they have to rush on that to make sure they'll have the parts in time to build it. Brian and Kiel still have until a whole month yet, so they're not in such a hurry.

Speaking of my computer, Dad might be getting me that flat-screen monitor after all! He said we'll see what kind of bargains Kiel can find... I have a lot of faith in Kiel, so I'd better be getting that monitor!
ikarit: (anko/ she's a sweet & sour lady)
( Jul. 15th, 2005 09:52 am)
I emailed my roommate last night. On the paper that was mailed to me, they only had her phone number, but when I was trying to figure out how to activate my UT email account, I found her email address accidentally. I felt really stupid emailing her, but it's better than having to call, anyway. Let's just hope she actually checks her email, huh?

I'm going to the gym again this morning. In previous weeks, either Lindsay or I had to work in the mornings, so we only went once or twice a week. This week, we both have horrible hours, and the same for next week. So three times this week, and three times next week. I really like not working, but it's frustrating because I really, really need the money for school supplies.

For weeks, I've had my bedding all picked out. It's really cute, candy pink and soft lime stuff. But we got a new catalog, and it turns out that that color scheme has been discontinued. It's the only one that has. They replaced it with hot pink and bright orange. What kind of substitution is THAT?! Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to find something new, huh?


I think I'll go with a blue instead... and once I have that, I can buy towels and things like that. Color coordinating doesn't really matter, of course, but it's not hurting anything. I don't have to worry about it now, anyway. I've still got over a month before I have to leave. I also found out last night that my move-in day is August 18th!

Also, again, anyone who went away for college--where there any items you didn't expect to need? Regular everyday things you overlooked?

[livejournal.com profile] ryokoblue said she was surprised how many hangers she needed when she went away... which was a huge help, because (for no apparent reason) I assumed hangers would be provided. I'm not too bright, okay? I need any help you can give me!
I was in the bathroom earlier, brushing my hair, and I noticed that my boobs look gigantic. I look like I've got... bowling balls on my chest or something!

No, seriously. I think they're bigger. Literally bigger. I noticed it yesterday, I just didn't really look. I thought it was just my imagination or the shirt I was wearing, but Netta asked if they felt bigger, and... after asking her how I was supposed to feel if they were bigger... and having her inform me that she meant check my bra...

They're seriously bigger, I think. This bra used to be a bit too big. Now... it's not.

What. The. Hell.


They were supposed to get smaller now that I'm exercising. Not BIGGER, dammit!
Lindsay and I both had to work yesterday, so we went to the gym this morning. I just got back, and these two conversations happened just as I walked in the door. They're both about summer gym class... today was Jimmy's last day.

Me: *walks in*
Bri: *stares*
Bri: You didn't pick up Jimmy?!
Me: *panics*
Me: You were supposed to! Mom said you said you would! Mom said I didn't have to! We had a whole conversation about it last night! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO!
Bri: No, I wasn't! You were!
Me: You were! Mom said!
Jim: *walks in the room*
Me: ...
Bri: *laughing his ass off*
Bri: Jimmy, why'd you have to walk in now?! I had her going!

I was laughing despite myself. ^-^; BUT THEN! TWO SECONDS LATER! WHEN I'D STOPPED THROWING A FIT!

Me: Hey, Jimmy, you went swimming today, right?
Jim: *confused*
Jim: No.
Me: *totally confused*
Me: Then who was the group of kids I saw at the Y today? I thought that was your group... your teachers were there!
Jim: *shrugs*
Me: Oh... then what did you do?
Jim: Went swimming at the Y.
Me: ...

Why am I so gullible?! WHY?
Just before 10 tonight, Jimmy decided (for reasons unknown to man or beast) to cook eggs for himself. Lovely, delicious, sunny-side up eggs. Yum.

When Brian saw Jimmy cooking eggs, he decided that he wanted eggs and (most likely) demanded that Jimmy make some for him, too! Jimmy (most definitely) refused, so Brian scowled and made his own eggs.

When I came home from work and saw one brother eating eggs and the other making them, I demanded that one of them make eggs for me, too! They both refused. Brian laughed, that rat fink. Jimmy, at least, had an excuse; he needed to take a shower. And he didn't laugh. He gets a bonus point in the best little brother contest I just decided to have.

I had to make my own eggs. How shocking! Usually I can at least convince one of them to do it for me. I have no idea why they agree to do it for me, but I think it's best I don't question my luck.

I did have to clean my navel ring first. Sometime during the five and a half hours at work, it became undeniably infected. (Before I went to work, it was deniable.) Augh. I called Angie on my way to my car, and asked her what it was she'd told me to use in the case of infection. She said Desitin Creamy.

...why is something used to treat diaper rash an effective treatment for an infected piercing?

I was really surprised when Angie answered her cell. I'd expected her to be at work, but she said that she was in Sandusky. She and Michael (her fiancé) are going to Cedar Point tomorrow. Funny, because L's going the day after tomorrow. Coincidence! I, of course, am not going at all. Ever. I like roller coasters, but not enough to put up with the boring drive. If it were next door and I could come home in five minutes, that would be okay. Otherwise, not so much.

Let's see... in other news, I talked to [livejournal.com profile] naatz about serious stuff. Me, her, depression, liars, dragging down... all sorts of good things. I'm kinda worried about her. She's okay, but having trouble with a friend. Still, on another level it was nice. We don't talk as much as we used to, and I miss that. We do end up arguing a lot when we talk, because we're both stubborn people with different opinions on a lot of things we feel strongly about, but... Netta! Talking with Netta is happy times.

Yes, now I'm done. I had more to say, but... I've gone topic crazy! Look at all the tags! I think it's time to end this entry. I'll just talk about the rest some other time! Sometime when I'm less exclamation point happy!
How am I supposed to take Ginger for a walk if it's raining, may I ask?! I'm trying to be good, and the weather just won't let me. *sulk*

Got up at 7:45 because I had a doctor's appointment at 8:45. I was already awake before my alarm went off, so it wasn't much of a problem... I can't believe I wake up so early. I wouldn't have gotten up if I didn't have somewhere to be, but just the fact that I wake up is startling. I'm not a morning person. At all.

Doctor put me on another medication to help with my anxiety... I'm hopeful that will work. I'm not really depressed anymore, as he pointed out, just incredibly nervous and anxious. It's hard for me to function, I'm so anxious all the time. Now I have more medical bills to pay, though it will be worth it if this new medication helps.

Lindsay called while I was waiting for the doctor to come back... she's sick, so we can't go to the gym. We can't go Monday, either, because she works in the morning and I work in the evening. I actually relieve her at 4... so that's why I want to take a walk! So I can get my exercise in today! I would've gone for a walk anyway, most likely, because I've gone on a walk for the past two days. It's just that I've never taken a walk in the morning before! And I'm all dressed to go to the gym, so it's perfect for walking! And Ginger would love me forever!

But no. It has to rain. Just brill. @_@ I have to use my new icon to cheer myself up.


[ETA: ...wait, never mind. Ahahaha. ^-^; They're right where I left them... in my jewelry box. I didn't think to check there.]

[ETA2: fifteen minutes later... Um, someone please remind me next time that just because the rain slows down and nearly stops for a while does NOT mean it's safe to go for a walk yet, because it could start up again. And it might be worse than it was before. *annoyed and wet*]
ikarit: (sasuke/ ill fight for everything i am)
( Jun. 17th, 2005 02:36 pm)
Hm... shows what Angie knows about navel rings. She said it would really hurt the second day. It's the fourth day, and it hasn't hurt yet! It's stung a bit, but only because I'm really paying attention to it. If I wasn't so obsessive, I probably wouldn't have even noticed.

My head and neck are feeling better, too. Not well, but back to how they were before these past few weeks. That's definitely an improvement! Dizzy spells are mostly gone... I had trouble at work last night, had to sit down a few times. I wouldn't have fainted, but it certainly wasn't any fun standing up.

I did promise I'd explain what I decided about my neck, though~! So here it is... I always think the worst at first, and completely freak out. Then once I calm down, I see the more logical explanation. I probably just slept on it badly one night, and then instead of letting it be, I wrenched it more and more until it's a constant pain. Hopefully a chiropractor will fix that...?

Now to focus more on getting prepared for school...
Wai~! I did it. I really did it! I got my belly button pierced. ^-^ My parents are frustrated, but I didn't tell them beforehand, so they didn't get the chance to talk me out of it.

Angie came with me, and she told me everyone said it hurt a lot, but I guess it really didn't sink in, because I wasn't expecting it to hurt as much as it did. It was very painful, and the lady said I have tough skin... she had trouble getting it though. She had to pause for a second and get a better grip or something. In any case, it felt like I was being eviscerated!

I might be exaggerating a little. *g*

I guess the dizzy spells I've been having didn't like all that upset, and I hate reacting to pain so I was very still and as expressionless as possible... it must have exhausted me, because afterwards when she was starting to explain caring for it, I fainted.

It wasn't so embarrassing as the hospital incident, even if I was very confused when I woke up. Angie was very upset, she doesn't deal well with crisis situations, so they sent her off for pop. I was all right anyway, once they got a cool compress and Angie came back with the pop. The lady who had done the piercing was very professional and had been given CPR training as part of her job, so she knew what she was doing. I'd realized I was going to faint, and sat down, and then when I passed out, she got my legs on the table and it was all very good.

Anyway, I made a very good choice on the navel ring, but I didn't realize it at the time. It's got a dark blue stone at the bottom, and it's very pretty! I didn't really care whether I got a stone at first or not, but I wanted to look at them, so she got them all out and showed me all the colors. They all seemed sort of cheap looking, I'm not sure why... the one I liked was nearly the last one.

When I realized how much it cost ($37.45--$5 extra for the stone), I almost changed my mind and went with a plain one. But I didn't, and I was glad of it when I went back to get pierced and she told me it takes six months to a year to heal! The extra money is definitely worth it if it's going to be my only option for so long... I knew it would have to be in for a long time, but not that long!

I'm supposed to clean it with very warm salt water every day for the next two weeks, but I wonder if that starts tonight? I think I will... best get started as soon as possible just in case, and Angie said she would recommend doing it longer than two weeks just in case. I think that's a good idea, so that's what I'll do!

Once all the piercing and fainting and resting was taken care of, Angie and I got food! I was really hungry... needed something to get my mind off the stinging. The rest of the evening was fun, even if we didn't really do much else... I didn't feel like doing a lot of walking, so we went back to her house and watched movies and talked. Even though Angie borrowed my Star Wars boxset at least a month ago, she'd still only watched A New Hope. We watched The Empire Strikes Back. It'd been a while since I'd seen it... so many things I'd forgotten!

Now I need to eat again, because my neck hurts, and it's making me dizzy again. Augh. Oh, about my neck problems, I was being silly, and I'll try to remember to explain some of what's happened since last night in my next post.
I love this icon! Ilana is my bestest friend in the whole wide world! Aside from all those other bestest friends I have, of course! :D :D :D

I'm disturbingly happy today, and I don't know why. The temperature has gone down (79 degrees), but the humidity has gone up--way, way up. So really, no difference there. I like it a lot. I'm not sure if I like it because I really like it, or because I'd be miserable if I didn't. Either way, I'm happy.

It's the first time in my life that lukewarm showers seem to be of a temperature equal to the surface of the sun. Usually, I take scalding hot showers. Cold showers are... odd. Once we get our air conditioner back, I don't think I'll be taking any more, but for the moment, they are absolute bliss.

Mom, Dad and Jimmy went up to Michigan for the weekend. Jimmy had a soccer tournament. Since Brian turned 18 last November, he can finally stay home while Mom and Dad are away, so he and I were home alone all this weekend. If you can call it that... Brian didn't spend very much time here at all. I'd say a total of two or three waking hours? And he spent Friday night at a friend's house (because his friend has air conditioning... Brian is such a mooch!).

Since all our windows are open, I get kind of creeped out even when my parents are home... I don't know why. People don't get robbed or anything around here (that's not to say it won't happen, but just that my worry isn't based on any real experience)... but anyway, since Mom and Dad were gone, I was really kinda nervous about the whole thing. Locking doors doesn't do much good if all the windows are open (and at easy-to-reach levels). I think I might have been bothering a few people on MSN and AIM the past two nights to distract myself from it... but no one yelled at me, and they were all very good distractions, so thank you guys. *loves to death*

I'm not sure if I'm just really optimistic, or if it's really true, but I think I look a bit skinnier. I'm not sure, but even if it's not true, that means that I'm more at peace with my body, which can only mean good things! Lindsay has to work a lot of morning hours this week, and she's driving up to Michigan for a few days to see her boyfriend, so we won't be going to the gym regularly this week. That's okay, we'll go when we can. What's important is that we don't skip because we're being lazy.

...yeah, definitely skinnier. These jeans used to be very skintight, and now they're definitely a bit loose. Mom, Dad and Jimmy just got home, and Mom confirmed that I look thinner. Yay! I'm even more cheerful now. XDXDXD This is a very good day! (Note: I haven't actually lost much, if any, weight. This is just apparently fat turning into muscle. I'm getting leaner, not lighter. Which is more than fine by me!)

Hm... people say dogs can tell when their owners are coming home. I've heard that lots of times. If so, that would explain why Ginger was bouncing off the walls fifteen minutes ago... I'd thought about taking her for a walk to calm her down. I'm really glad they're back for her sake, aside from mine. She hardly eats when they're gone. I filled her water and food bowls around noon, I think, on Friday, and it's just past noon on Sunday... they've barely been touched. I understand this is common for dogs? Poor baby... misses her family so much she doesn't eat. She was fine all weekend... didn't mope or anything, just wasn't eating. Ah, still. Whenever we went camping (which she loves), she didn't eat much either, so it's probably just anxiety.

I still might take her for a walk sometime today. I haven't taken her for one this year, yet, and she loves them so much...
ikarit: (forehead protector)
( Jun. 3rd, 2005 03:40 pm)
Waaah, have to go to work in like twenty minutes. No fun.

Oh, well, at least I've had a nice long day at home. I woke up at 8:30, went to the gym again with Lindsay at 10:30 and got a summer membership to the YMCA. Now I absolutely have to keep going with this, because if I don't, I will have wasted nearly $80. Ack. Actually, I don't think it's going to be a problem, because I'm having a blast doing it.

We spent thirty minutes on the bike... things... and then did the Nautilus machines. Only the lower body ones--both of us have pulled muscles in our arms from Wednesday. Ouchies--same places too, right in the front by our chests. It's like... boob muscle. @_@ Anyway, at the end, I was really sweaty. It was pretty disgusting. And of course it was twice as hard to keep doing the bikes. Last time, we did the Nautilus machines first, and even then, my legs didn't start really burning until nearly the end. Today, I felt it right away. Last, we did this little crunch thing--lay down on this machine and pull up with your legs and arms. It was REALLY hard. I did ten, and I could barely get the last one. Wow.

While I'm on the subject, I should mention that I think I'm having issues with my right knee... every once in a while while I was doing the Nautilus machines, I had sharp pains in it. I don't know why, I wasn't lifting that much and my left was fine. I think I've just got a bad knee... we'll see, I guess. Both my parents have bad knees, and have both had knee surgery for various reasons, so I guess it makes sense if I have a bad knee. No fun, though.

I came home to help clean up for Brian's graduation party tomorrow. Vaccuumed the whole house and washed little candy dishes by hand. I even cut some celery, which I didn't technically have to do today. Still, I figured I might as well get it over with, right? Right!

I'm feeling pretty good, overall. It's a nice day, and I've been productive. Now it's off to work where I will have absolutely nothing to do, and will most likely die of boredom within a half an hour.
Another new layout... this is the one I wanted before. I really love it!

If my arms hurt yesterday, then today they kill like a sonuvabitch. Seriously, OW. I hate pulled muscles at the moment. There's no greater evil. It's my upper arms, right by my boobs. If this is the first step in smaller tits, I just might reconsider my options.

I'm joking, but still. I hope they're a bit better by tomorrow... I'm going to the gym again then. We agreed on three times a week, and since I'm paying for the membership, I am SO going to stick to that. I'm hoping they let me pay by month, because there wasn't an option for that on their webpage, but Lindsay says she knows some people who were just members for the summer. Let's hope!

After about a year and a half of paid membership, I finally made my first poll. I was pretty excited (it's the little things that make me happy); so far there've been 135 votes. It's in [livejournal.com profile] _we_are_lost, that's why there are so many. Mostly I'm just pleased that it was a funny poll. Lost joke! Who are you for: Team Jack or Team Locke? I am Team Jack all the way!

Locke creeps me out, that's why.
ikarit: (sakura/ omfg)
( Jun. 1st, 2005 01:28 pm)
Wow, I'm completely worn out. My arms hurt! This morning I got up early and went to the gym with my friend Lindsay. It was pretty nice... new building (it was the YMCA) and BIG and there's lots of cool stuff. We were on the exercise machines for a half an hour or so. They had one for like every muscle... I forget what it was called, but they were in order and it was interesting. After that, we were on the bikes for a half an hour.

I ache all over, but it's a nice kind of ache, so I'm pleased. I'm talking to her right now, and we decided we're going to try to go to the gym together three times a week. We have to go together because we're both so lazy that we'd never go on our own. Going together, we won't be lazy.

Of course, that means I'm going to have to get a YMCA membership, eep. That's kinda expensive, but if we do go every three days, it will be worth it. That's another incentive--if I'm going to spend money on it, I definitely do not want to waste my money. Today I didn't have to pay because Lindsay had a guest pass, but she only has so many guest passes, and I don't want to make her use up all of them anyway!

My goal is to lose twenty pounds. I'm flexible on that, though, because I know muscles weigh more than fat, so if I don't lose that much (or any), I will be fine with that. I'm more concerned about losing FAT. I want to work on my thighs and hips. Oh, and if my boobs get smaller, that would just be awesome.

Yes, smaller. I don't know how long it's been since I've ranted about that, but let's just say that in the past month, I have SERIOUSLY wishing I had 1) the money for and 2) didn't have so much antipathy towards plastic surgery, because otherwise I would really have a breast reduction. It is nearly impossible to find a bra that fits me. It is entirely impossible to find one that's the right size. I'm a 32 or 34DD, but the smallest most stores have is a 36. Even then, a 36DD is RARE. So yeah... I never have bras in my size, I always just make do with ones that fit. I really, really, really want smaller boobs, okay? It is like my dream. Even just a D instead of a DD would be great. Like AWESOME, actually.

It is possible, right? *suddenly worried* I think it is, and Lindsay thinks it is, because breasts are like fat, but what if we're both wrong? That would TOTALLY SUCK. Augh. Hm, I will look it up the second I'm not lazy. Which is probably never, or at least a few days from now. If anyone knows for sure, tell me? *cries*

Oh, and my cold is definitely going strong now. I am sneezing like crazy, and when I'm not sneezing, I'm coughing. Yay for me. *sulking*
I've just gotten back from the mall. Tiffi and I walked around for a couple hours, talked, made fun of stupid people... all sorts of fun things. It was great! I'd forgotten how fun she is.

Just before we left, though, she reminded me how completely oblivious I am. There were these guys at the cellular phone stand. I hate cell phone stands, especially after the last time I walked past one, I was too polite to just walk away and ended up talking to the employee for five minutes about how I didn't need a cell phone because I already HAVE a cell phone, and it was even the same company. Anyway, I don't like those stands in the mall.

So I try my best to ignore them, and if one of the guys working was looking at us, I chalked it up to evil cell phone guys who talk to me and make me miserable because I can't just walk away. Other than that, I mostly just tried to look anywhere other than that stand, because if you get eye contact, they start talking to you! Sometimes they talk even if you don't make eye contact, so I walk as fast as I can past them.

I'm wearing this really thin, really small burgundy t-shirt today. It's got a little lightning bolt just above my left breast, and it says "Metal Radio" in lightning-like lettering, and the M in Metal looks a lot like the M in the Metallica logo. It took me a second, but when one of the cell phone guys called out to me, "Metallica! I love Metallica! The M is just like Metallica" or something like that, I figured out what he was talking about. Of course, my shirt has abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do with Metallica (it's American Eagle, for Chrissakes), so I just nodded, rolled my eyes and kept walking.

Then after we were away, Tiffi says matter-of-factly, "he was looking at your breasts."

Me: "...what?"
Tiffi: "The writing is right over your boobs, Jennie. He noticed the M because he was staring at your breasts."
Me: "...oh, god, you're right."
Tiffi: "I noticed they were staring at us the first time we passed, too."

And so it's shown that I am so incredibly oblivious. That would NEVER have occurred to me. And she's right, I think he probably was staring at my breasts. Wow. I just don't NOTICE guys staring and looking at certain areas and stuff. I just don't.

...to further prove my point, I only know of like three times in my entire life that a guy checked me out, and for every one of those times, it was pointed out to me BY A FRIEND afterwards. It's actually rather sad, don't you think? Funny, but sad.


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