Yay, the end of the workweek. It was a long one, too. I’m waiting for Matt to come over. He went to his parents this afternoon (they live about 90 minutes away) and ended up taking his dad to the ER. Last I heard everything was ok. Now I’m watching a CBS special about the Grammys. I forgot about ReRe’s performance of Nessun Dorma; it gave me chills just like it did when I watched it years ago.
Ugh I am worn out. Thank goodness I have my facial to look forward to tomorrow.
I sometimes think about getting a personalized license plate, but I never know what would be a cool thing to get. MSMONIQ? FABTSTC? BWORD? Personalised Number Plates is cool site where you can search their selection of private number plates or create your own. It’s really quite an addictive site to search. The company is located in the UK so I’m not quite sure how things work, but why not take a peek? Maybe you can explain to me how personalized number plates work.
I totally PPH this song by Pink, “A Long Way to Happy.”
I was supposed to get a facial tonight but they called to reschedule; two students had the flu. One of the hazards of the beauty college, I suppose. I’m going in Saturday morning, and they’re going to give me $10 off. So, faced with an evening alone with no plans (Matt made plans with a buddy since I was going to be busy), I decided to tackle my closet. I organized the boxes/tubs in there and then put tubs in there, so it clears up some space in my living area. Of course, it doesn’t really solve anything since I still have to empty to boxes but I already feel better not being able to see them!
I have had this song stuck intermittently in my head for two weeks. The guys from Found magazine sang a ditty called, of course, The Booty Don’t Stop. It’s quite catchy, as you can hear for yourself (after you get past the annoying girl).
I got my homework done last night; I was pleased to see that the application exercise for one class is quite easy this week. I just have to create an online profile for some thing the college has. Whoopity doo. I filled most of it out last night. I did have to troll the internet to find some databases that could potentially be helpful … really for no reason. Just “potentially” helpful. Umm yeah. Seems like an exercise to test our internet searching skillz! Lame. I suppose I will have to do some market research eventually. Miss Lucy already has her business-plan idea and she hasn’t even started classes. I have no idea what mine will be about. Something fabulous, no doubt.
Another exciting night at Chez Monique. I came home, ate dinner, did homework and fell asleep on the couch at 8 p.m. Le sigh.
Tonight was the first night that neither Matt nor I were doing anything but we both chose to be at home, alone. Ah, the honeymoon is over. It’s not that I don’t want to see him, I just didn’t want to see him tonight … and I think he felt the same way. I probably won’t see him until Friday and I’m cool with that … especially ’cause tomorrow night I’m going to le beauty college for some pamperin’. I am in desperate need too … my skin needs clearing up like there’s no tomorrow.
I was watching a lecture for one of my classes today; the topic was building relationships. The guy was talking about networking and how business relationships aren’t that different from personal relationships. Intimacy, generosity and vulnerability are key. Being vulnerable isn’t my strong suit, especially in romantic relationships. I’ve been thinking about going to an Al-Anon meeting, I don’t know. I can answer “yes” to pretty much all of their screening questions and after my a-ha moment this weekend, I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that my father’s drinking is going to affect me for the rest of my life, even though he’s been sober for 20 years. Yay for fucking up my formative years. Le sigh.
I have no idea what to get as a gift for this Christmas exchange we’re doing at work next week. I have to fork out $20 for something that will most likely go to someone I don’t even like! I should just get some promotional pens and call it good.
It was back to work for me today. Le sigh. Only a few dozen e-mails were piled up in my inbox. Yay. Actually it wasn’t too bad of a day, despite computer log-in issues. I had a few other things I meant to take care of, but didn’t get around to. Remember when my dr’s office billed my ex’s insurance for a few appointments I had earlier this year? Well, while I was gone I got a bill from the lab because — shocker! — the insurance company denied the claim. Well, duh, ’cause it’s not my insurance. So I need to call the lab. I’m also thinking about switching checking accounts. Obviously I hate dealing with anything to do with money lol. Great trait to have, eh?
I broke down and scheduled a facial at le beauty college for Thursday night. I have not one, not two but THREE pimples either lookin’ nasty or about to look nasty. WTF is that all about? Am I 16 again? Hello stress … and ummm yeah not exercising and eating right lol. But I’ll pay the $25 to have my skin prettified instead of dealing with the root cause.
I’ve never watched the Family Guy but I’ve started to lately. It’s hilarious. I know, I’m late to the party. Whatevah.
Total songs: 3,783, which according to iTunes is 11.3 days worth of music (includes some audiobooks).
Sort by song title, first and last: AAA by Paul Westerberg and 99% of Us Is Failure by Matthew Good
Sort by length, shortest and longest: Telephone (Interlude) by Mandy Moore (0:15) and Storm 1 by Nature Quest (30:04). STFU.
Sort by album, first and last: “Absolutely: Best of ABC” and “80s Power Ballards”
Sort by artist, first and last: ABBA and 98 Degrees
Top five played songs: Forget About It by Alison Krauss, Night Moves by Bob Seger, Goodbye is All We Have by Alison Krauss, Forever by Vertical Horizon and We Hide & Seek by Alison Krauss
Find the following words and list how many times they come up: Sex (18), Death (3), Love (289), You (628), Home (31), Boy (83), Girl (134)
First five songs which come up on party shuffle: Dim All the Lights by Donna Summer; Let’s Make a Night to Remember by Bryan Adams; Space by Something Corporate; The Stuff that Dreams are Made of by Carly Simon; and Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter, Paul and Mary.
My hair has been behaving much better since I moved; I went from hard to soft water and there are some days where I don’t even need to straighten my hair. At my last hair appointment, Miss Amber artfully hacked more hair off with the razor and it’s been perfecto. It’s been a long time since I’ve had long hair — a couple of years at least — but if it stays straight, I’d be loving it. Maybe I’ll see how long I can take it …
Last night I had Mexican with my friend Jennifer … we went to a hole-in-the-wall place by her house and it was delish. I had enchiladas suizas and ate all three of them. The beans and rice weren’t too great so I left them mostly alone, but the sangria was yummy.
I woke up about 9:30 this morning then spent about an hour working on a paper that’s due today. I have an assignment for another class that I’m going to start on after I’m done with this post; I don’t think it will take me too long to do … fingers crossed. Maybe I’ll go get some coffee first.
Another day chock full of awesome excitement. Earlier today I was working on a paper that’s due tomorrow; I felt completely inept; and my choice of workspaces included the family room where my mother was watching Bats on Sci-Fi or my old bedroom, where my dad was on the desktop computer. Ummm yeah. Fantastico. I am generally stressing out over everything and anything and could use a nice big hug from Matt right about now. Speaking of, I called him this morning but got his VM. Considering my current grumpiness, I nearly hung up without leaving a message then decided that wasn’t really called for! He left me a msg while I was out with my friend Jennifer; I’ll talk to him tomorrow.
I did a bit of shopping today … big spender bought a couple of shirts at Super Target (although they overcharged me for one and I have to go back) when I went with my brother on his field trip to find the FIFA 08 game for his PlayStation 360. I also got a new food bag for the cat’s food and a $3.99 polarfleece blankie from IKEA. Yeah, I’m awesome. I met three of my cousins, along with my aunt, for lunch today. It was super freaky yummy. I love that garlic sauce. I think it’s just garlic, olive oil and a bit of lemon juice. I may try to make some.
I talked to Matt for about 90 seconds today; he called me while he was at my apartment feeding the boys. He seemed grumpy. I didn’t feel like dealing with him and didn’t argue when he wanted to get off the phone. I’ll give him a call tomorrow.
Yesterday I was going through some books in my old bedroom and found some materials related to my father’s stay in alcohol rehab. It gave me a lot to think about, that’s for sure.
Oh, guess what? Limo Guy offered me money in exchange for my umm company. Can you fucking believe that? Miss Laci came up with the best response which was along the lines of, “You can’t afford me but I’m sure you’ll have no trouble finding a real prostitute.” His clueless response was something like, “I haven’t heard from in you in forever and want to see you. I’m not a limo driver anymore. I’m a bounty hunter. Call me.” WTF? Fucking dumbass.
It’s not that I don’t want to see him, I just didn’t want to see him tonight … and I think he felt the same way. I probably won’t see him until Friday and I’m cool with that … especially ’cause tomorrow night I’m going to le beauty college for some pamperin’. I am in desperate need too … my skin needs clearing up like there’s no tomorrow. 
