02.02.12
Posted in betty at 12:38 am by fruhd
January:
- Attempt to recover from The Holidays (check)
- Start putting more towards credit cards (quasi-check)
- Transfer high APR card to lower (mostly-check)
February:
- Donate to friends’ fundraisers (check x3: Jenni, Katie, DiDi Chris)
- Get teeth taken care of (appt sched for next week… haven’t been to dentist in two years… eek)
- Schedule eye appt
- Get straggler bulk supplies from Costco
March:
- Start saving for Taxes (I typically owe a couple K since I don’t get taxes taken out from the non-profit job)
- Get new glasses/frames
- Pay for residual dental work (eug)
April:
- Try to recover from taxes
- Pay more towards credit cards
- Start trying to save
… we’ll see how far I get with this one since it will be my crazy party month: Hair trim (cut?!), Coachella (newbie here!), The Kitchen, Esther’s binge. Many are paid for (bestest sissy ever), but I still like to indulge when the occasion arises…
May: Continue saving and paying off card(s)
June: Get my passport taken care of! Keep saving! Trip is coming up!!!!
July-August: Save and pay.
September: Money out the door… going to Taiwan for first time in probably 11 years. Might go to Tibet, pending details.
October: Recovery. PSYCH. No recovery… Christmas shopping begins…
November: Complete Holiday shopping and family travels.
December: Attempt to scrounge up left overs and crumbs to eat in the home while lighting wrapping paper and remaining paper rubbish for heat… Happy Holidays again.
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01.31.12
Posted in betty, FRUHD, jourant at 9:31 pm by fruhd
So for those of you that don’t know, when I started my “blog,” it was more of a journal. Of ranting. I was very, very angry. Very angry. Feel free to peruse the past. The main page is pretty lamely awesomely dark and emo (woo hoo! year 2000 html ftw!), but the actual jourants are an easier to read grey (yes, with an “e”). Anyway. My subjective opinion was loudly voiced with much, much cussing. And I am going to do that here.
*note*: OK, so coming back after finishing writing, it totally wasn’t a jourant. Not enough cussing, not enough pure anger. Oh, well. I’m old. I did what I could.
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So, 2012. Welcome.
Supposedly a New Year brings new beginnings, but I’m seeing a trend of ends. People are ending long term relationships, people’s general health are (is?) declining, people are dropping dead. I guess in a way that makes a new beginning, but it’s not the awesome “YAY! NEW START!” that people tend to wish for. I hope.
I’m thirty this year. What have I learned? I learned that people need to grow the fuck up. “Man up.” Vag Up. Whatever. Own up to your own shit. We live this life once, right? Shouldn’t we be proud of the life we lived? Shouldn’t we be good people? Shouldn’t we respect others? Those old sayings have been around for a reason.
Guys: What the fuck. You get in a relationship, you say you’re committed, then you cheat on the girl. Worse yet, you make a child thing, THEN cheat on the girl (and the kid). Awesome. Well done. You’re such a stud. Way to make society decline that much faster. You should go burn in the Holocaust of shitty excuses for people.
DON’T play games. DON’T lie. BE honest and faithful. If your faith is failing, maybe it’s time to realize that the relationship is failing. No, wait, before you jump there, maybe your relationship isn’t failing, maybe it’s just life overwhelming you. Take it down a notch. Go back to the basics. Date night. Talk to each other. Look at each other. Remember why you fell for the person in the first place. You didn’t fall for her? Well why the fuck did you screw her, ass hole? Go back in the Holocaust pit, douche bag.
Girls: What the fuck. Who are you bitches that keep fucking these douche bags? Guys are controlled by their penis. You are ruining lives. STOP IT!
There’s this stupid skit that I saw on Madd TV ages ago that Jon³ would always quote later on. I hated it, but lookie here, now I quote it. It went something like: a guy would go to his therapist, and he’d go “I’m depresse–” and before he could finish she’d cut him off and say “well, stop it!” “but, I–” “STOP IT!” and… well… that’s pretty much it. Stop it. Stop doing despicable shit. Stop doing shit you wouldn’t want done to yourself. Don’t like the situation? Don’t start the situation.
And you sad clingers who cling to these douches! STOP IT! They’re DOUCHE BAGS! (I used to hate that term, but it’s a pretty great slur. It’s a bag of some nasty chemicals that’s sole purpose is to try and freshen a vag. That’s pretty pathetic and disgusting and really shouldn’t be around. Don’t douche.) OK, so there MAY be some situations when the guy deserves a second chance. I am quite skeptical about EVER giving a guy a second chance when it comes to cheating, but say there’s a reason (he was roofied and fed Viagra and the girl strapped him down or something. Whatever.)… it happens again? DROP HIM. No third chances. No living together. No favors. No friendship. It’s over. No more. Stop poisoning your life. Stop poisoning your child’s life. There’s no room in this short existence for such toxicity. It’s unnecessary utter and complete bullshit. How can you look back and be proud that you stayed with a “man” who didn’t love, care and respect you for who you are and what you deserve? … Or maybe that is what you deserve.
How can you be proud of keeping around such a horrible influence in your child’s life? How do you think these people end up being who they are?
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In all honesty, I think it comes down to self control. By this age, there should be self control. Granted some people (me) failed at being a kid and failed at being a college student and they didn’t get their school-ditching-crazy-alcohol-induced-cracked-out-party-time in, there should still be self control. At thirty, you’ve had your chance to be that stupid kid. You’ve been the stupid kid. You’ve done the stupid shit. You’ve stayed out way too late (early?), you drank way too much, you met that creepy person from the internet, you’ve dated, you’ve watched TV, you’ve watched movies, you’ve seen your parents fight, you’ve seen your parents make up, you’ve seen people get married, you’ve seen people get divorced, you’ve seen children grow in to amazing people, you’ve seen the light in a child’s eye go out as it loses the excitement of the future (hopefully not?), you’ve brought the light back in a child’s eye, you’ve worked, you’ve dealt with people, you’ve experienced death.
Again, I know there’s those 40-year-old-virgins out there and the super-sheltered, but the majority of people at this point have lived. At least a little. There should be self control instilled. You should know when to stop. You should know when to say no. You should know when no MEANS no. You should know when something is good and worth fighting for. You should know when something is over and it’s time to let go. You should know what is right, and what is definitely wrong.
We all have different interpretations of good/bad/evil/wrong/right, but there are always the basic moral beliefs.
We need to follow our morals again. No more of this stupid shit about “do what YOU want to do, follow your heart and ignore anyone else.” Yeah, your heart will sometimes have a good idea or two, but other times? It’s just a stupid stunt to bring excitement. You need to follow your brain. Your morals. What was crammed down your throat and beaten in to you when you were growing up. “Moral Fiber” as they say. When your “heart” tells you to do something and you feel a little shaky, a little nauseous, and your start getting palpitations? Know when it’s the excitement of a good thing, or your morals telling you to back the fuck out of this plan because it’s going to go downhill fast.
Be good to yourself. Be good to those your care about. Be good to those you don’t care about… they might not have anyone else who cares for them. Be good to your health. Moderation. Self control. If you’re one of my peers, you’re not a young chap anymore. You shouldn’t be drinking so much, smoking so much, partying so much, staying out as late, sleeping around so much, lying, cheating, and harming your body and soul. (Hooooakey. But true.)
Become who you want to be. Strive for the life you want to live. Be a positive life. Live a life that you can be proud of when you look back, because whether you like it or not, you’re going to die– and that death will likely come sooner, in a slow, drawn out shitty process, if you don’t start acting on your hopes, dreams and wishes.
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01.26.12
Posted in fwd at 10:40 pm by fruhd
I will thank Ingrid for this one 
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Three strings walk into a bar. The first string goes up to the bartender and says, “Gin and Tonic, please.” The bartender responds, “I don’t serve strings here. Get out.”
The second string wasn’t paying attention to the first string and goes up to the bartender. The string asks, “one margarita, please.” Again, the bartender responds, “what’s wrong with you? Didn’t you hear me? NO STRINGS.”
The third string, observing the earlier happenings, goes into the bathroom, where he/it looses his ends and ties himself into a bow. He goes up to the bartender, “A vodka martini please, with extra olives.” With a suspicious look, the bartender asks, “Are you a string?” To which, the third string responds, “no, I’m a frayed knot.”
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01.22.12
Posted in betty at 9:49 pm by fruhd
CLARIFICATION: For some reason, the bullet indents aren’t working right at 1/21 – 9pm. The kitty post is SEPARATE. The kitty was NOT deep fried.
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Feeling content after a great weekend:
Wednesday, 1/18: Guess it was hump day, but it’s the beginning of the end of the week, right?
- AWESOME yoga class that kicked my ass. I felt pretty awesome.
- Dinner with Curtis (I’m going to keep the kitties alive while he’s vacationing for a week. Yay! Kitties!!!! x) )
Thursday, 1/19: DJ HYPE + Mc Daddy Earl @ District 30
Yes, that’s right boys and girls, THIS old lady went OUT.
- 5:30pm Stayed at work a little late to get some more stuff done, then came home and internetted.
- 9:00pm Was super tired so per Jie’s suggestion I took me a disco nap. Awoke 27 minutes later (approx), popped in contacts, slapped on eyeliner, and out the door.
- 10:00pm Got Jay and met up with Jie and Keenan at the club. Awesomeness occurred. Wasn’t all Jungle, but there was good dancing had.
- 1:00amish Was super starving so left a bit early to Ink and I had half a veggie burger and like 2/3 a brownie sundae. Mmmm.
- 4amish Passed out while internetting. The hall light and my room light were on. I still had make up on.
Friday, 1/20: MAKE HASTE 2: Stay True @ The Urban Hive
I have no idea how I survived the day. I started pretty loopy, apparently I entertained my co-workers. Had a little caffeine, but yeah, stayed awake all day.
- 7:15am Chris morning called me, knowing I had been out way late. I finally got up and showered like a half hour later, was about 15 minutes late to work. Ugh.
- 4:40pm Stayed at work a bit again and talked to our manager. Been having difficulty keeping up with the work load so let her know what was going on. Looks like they’ve put out an ad for another legal staffer… not sure what that means for us. Hope it’s for the better. She said she’d work on looking over the work load and evening it out. I still need to ask for my raise. Sigh.
- 7pm Joshafa had some pieces at an Art show. It was pretty neat. Young talent from around the area. Music was played, art was shown, and dancing was danced at the end. I felt so indie. And a bit old. And a bit lame. So much talent in these “kids” and I still have yet to have my own show.
- 9pm Met up with Jie at Jay’s for movie night. His big screen bulb had died, so he brought out a little screen, but couldn’t find batteries for the remote, so couldn’t get the DVD to work, then didn’t have a cable to hook up a DVD player, so brought out the lap top. It was hilarious… we added an Evo (KICKSTAND!) to the picture (the only one that was running video) and it was fabulous.
The evening instead turned in to game night at Shannon’s. Yay! Puppies! I suck at Trivial Pursuit. Stupid game.
- 1am Went to bed. Well, passed out with the lights on. Again. Without showering. Again. My new bras are getting all misshapened :(
Saturday, 1/21: Dangerclub Fry Party 2012 @ Frostafola residence, Santa Cruz
Oh. My. Getting up was sooooo difficult.
- 9am Jie had to take her car to service and I was supposed to meet her. She called me and the call woke me. AAUGH! Got up, showered, drove over to the dealer.
- 10:30am Drove up to Shingle Springs. Stopped at Panera to meet ma and UPS for “breakfast,” but they didn’t get there ’til 11ish and so we had more of a brunch.
- 12pm Jie and I went to look for a new article of clothing for Chinese New Years. Went to Old Navy with no luck, then Ross, then Marshall’s. Nothing. Boo. What a waste of time.
- 1:30pm CACCC work at the house. I wanted to leave around 2-2:30pm to drive to Santa Cruz, but that didn’t happen. I was soooo tired…
- 4:00pm FINALLY left my mom’s to pack up a suitcase of fluffies. Dropped off Jie to get her car then went on my way.
- 6:00pm Was totally passing out and dying. Stopped in Fair Field to nap.
- 7:00pm Back on the road.
- 9:00pm PARTY TIME!!!!!!!!!!
- Meet and greet by Kev, hi to Joe, went out to hug TSG, hug to Allen, met Christina, then started the foods…
- Fried avocado
- Fried mini caprese salad
- Fried pineapple
- Sip of Junior Mint infused vodka (sooooo gooooooood)
- Fried cheese
- Fried cheese pizza
- Caramel cupcake
- Fried banana nutella potsticker
Didn’t try:
- Fried cookie dough
- Fried corn doggies
- Fried cod
- Fried Swiss Roll
- Attempt of funnel cake
- Fried pickles
- Other vodkas: caramel; red, orange, yellow, green and purple skittles
SUPER cutey kitty!!!!!! Lego looks like Maru!!!!!!!! <3
- Silly internets
- 1:30-2am Bed time
Sunday, 1/22: Chinese New Year’s Eve
- 10am TSG/Frost woke me up. I got like 8+ hours of sleep (I was totally out…), but still so tired I got up, then on the way out grabbed a pack of Swiss Rolls and the left over Cheeto’s. I haven’t had Cheeto’s in like five years. The girl next to me at work has a soda and a bag of Cheeto’s every day for lunch. I have no idea how she’s still alive.
- 10:45am Went to a field to watch the peeps play Ultimate Frisbee. You’d think I would know more about it since my Bro (Zippy) has been doing it, but I knew nothing. I got a quick run down and watched in fascination. Such coordination. ooOooOo. I munched on Cheeto’s until I got a belly ache. They were soooo good.
- 11:45am Headed back to the house since it was raining. Passed out to Food Network. Got woken a few times by the boys being boys (zipping up my sleeping bag and tossing me around, jumping on me, stuff like that. Boys. Ugh.)
- 2:30pm (Holy shit, what?) Woke up to hear we were going to lunch. Got polenta.
- 4pm Said my bye byes and headed home.
- 5pm Fricken hell, really? Passing out AGAIN. Stopped at a Jack in the Box and took a nap.
- 6pm Got an Oreo Shake (haven’t had one in at least a year and a half… soooo goooooooood) and was on my way.
- 6:30pm Started passing out AGAIN! What the hell. Am I anemic again? I have no idea. I’m able to sit through work days, but the car was just killing me I yelled and punched and slapped myself and jumped around in my chair the rest of the way home. People behind me were probably freaked out by the swerving car with the driver’s head popping up and down. Oh, well. I made it home…
- 7:15pm Made it home and fell asleep a little in the car port.
Darks just finished up. Gonna fold them, shower, then pass the hell out again. So tired. But I had a great weekend. Let’s hope I make it to yoga at least twice this week. I SO need it.
Happy Chinese New Year, everyone.
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01.11.12
Posted in betty, FRUHD at 10:49 pm by fruhd
So I’m currently using this plan, which is hosted by Startlogic.com. It will renew at $4.95 p/m, making it $59.40 p/y. This was fine and dandy back in the day when data was stored on “micro” chips powered by live hamsters, but now that my entire website could fit on 1/8 of a jump drive, the pricing is a bit excessive.
I found this plan, hosted by 3ix.org, a few years back when I was doing Passion Parties and it’s an amazing $12.00 p/y. That’s almost as cheap as just holding my domain name.
Thing is, Starlogic has made the control panel way super easy to navigate, so no-longer-nerdy me can update stuff. And all my crap is already on there.
If I switch to 3ix, I’ll have to move my stuff over, main issue being my blog which is a database. I have serious issues with databases. I totally don’t understand how they work or install or store or anything. I don’t know if I’ve even been backing them up correctly.
SO. To those friends or friends of friends of mine who know web stuff:
- Seeing how I don’t really use my hosting for much other than blogging now and the storage of my old stuff, is it worth it for me to move to 3ix?
- Would you be able to help me download/backup/upload/restore my website?
My renewal is coming up in a few months, so feedback sooner would be preferable.
Here’s the stats of the two hosting sites if you don’t feel like looking:
Startlogic:
- Disk Space: 25 GB
- Email Accounts (don’t use; too much spam): Unlimited
- Control Panel: vDeck 3.0
- Web-Traffic Transfer: 600 GB
- Price: $4.95 p/m
- MySQL Databases: 1
3ix:
- Disk Space: 40 GB
- Email Accounts (don’t use; too much spam): 50
- Control Panel: Doesn’t say a version, but it looks like this
- Web-Traffic Transfer: 100 GB
- Price: $1 p/m
- MySQL Databases: 2
Please forward this to anyone you think could help. I could pay. A little. Not much. Maybe a batch of cookies or something. Thanks
(My entire site, full of duplicates and ugly old archived stuff I haven’t touched since ’06, is about 2.5GB.)
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01.09.12
Posted in quote at 10:54 pm by fruhd
Setting: Fancy restaurant; the menu states to turn off electronic devices.
*electronic bell ringtone chimes*
Chris: Uh oh. Someone’s alarm is going off.
Keenan: No, that’s just angels.
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01.03.12
Posted in General at 11:15 pm by fruhd
I was all “wait, has it been a year?!” and I looked up my old chats and such and YES! As of today, it’s been exactly a year since my last permanent skin marking, meaning I am now eligible to give blood (yes, you have to wait a year…)!!!! … but … alas. I do not weigh enough. Bugga.
Well… crap. I had all this stuff I thought about blogging and now I can’t think of any of it… I guess it’s time for bed then…
Well, for Chrstimas I got three Coach purses. Main one that I’m using is from mom, motive being “change your current purse, you look like a hobo-gypsy.” Really? Hobo-gypsy? Where did she even learn that?
Let’s see… the new year has begun. My resolution:
I need to get up. It’s been said many times before, but I really need to. Good lord. I’m turning 30 this year. Shit.
So yeah. I need to grow up. And with that, I need to go up. I need to grow me some hair on my small, but firm and nicely shaped, balls, and ask for that raise. I have taken on way too many responsibilities and do way too good of a job for them to be paying me shit. I need to be independent. I need to be happy with myself. But first. Get up.
I’m still about 14 pounds lighter than I was last year. I feel I’m in a different world. My head is in a different state. My goals are up in the air again. I mean, I still have the same long term goals, but the short termers to get there are different… my path is totally grey (yes, grey) and I think I’m OK with that. I’m going to push forward, but take it a day at a time. We’ll see how it works out.
Here’s to 2012 : The beginning to the end. Of the beginning. Of an end.
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11.04.11
Posted in General at 11:13 pm by fruhd
Brrr. My fan in my room has been off and after digging through my pajama drawer my ugly shirt is on. I’m so cozy now. I love winter. Well, when my limbs aren’t falling off from the cold. I may need to clear off the night stand soon and turn on the space heater.
Amity (AKA Mrs. Gleason)’s wedding was fabulous. She was gorgeous and happy and super mellow/easy going. Dark Harbor wasn’t TOO bad. It was just dark hallways and people dressed in creepy dead-like outfits and make-up who snuck up on and followed you. (No poopy pants from Betty!) The ceremony was quick and absolutely adorable (Russell wrote it the night before…) and the costume party after was good times. So happy for her to have her man. A good man. Well, a better-be-good man. He’s so gonna get hurt if he turns out bad. Which he won’t. So it’ll be good.
Chris’ dad’s funeral was today. Jie joined me. It was nice. Quick military ceremony followed by life “celebration” at the funeral home followed by drinks, grub and gathering at the home. I love that family.
Amity insists I need to stay single for longer. I guess since I dated I wasn’t really “single.” I think about it, though, and I don’t really understand why I should be. I’m supposed to find myself… but I have no idea what I’m looking for. If I want to start a family, I don’t have years upon years to discover this unknown self. I guess I won’t have time after I start a family either… but who’s to say I ever will while I’m single? She insists I need to learn to appreciate living by myself, and knowing what it’s like to really find someone special. Really? I guess it’s kinda nice to come home to the home the way I left it (well, except for the extra rabbit shits strewn about the living room floor), and it’s nice to not have to think of something to eat since it’s just me and so cereal or pie is acceptable for dinner, but other than that it’s just cold and lonely. After Jon I didn’t really take the guy for granted like Am did. I appreciate people and see their strengths and what they bring to my life. My mom calls me an old wise soul since I’m able to do so at such a young age. I know what I want, I know what I don’t want, I know what I can handle, I know when to appreciate, I express my gratitude.
I’ve been second thinking marriage. I read an article and this part really hit me:
Imagine marriage didn’t even exist as a thing. Like imagine you didn’t live in a society where marriage is expected and where you continually get shit from people for not “tying the knot.” Imagine all of those social pressures were gone, nobody was nagging you about it. Would you still make the promise to stay with this person forever? Are you getting married because you want tobe married? Or just because that’s what people do? A stunning number of marriages seem to happen because of the latter.
I think I wanted it just because it’s what people do. It’s what society does. But in all honesty? It doesn’t even mean much anymore. OK, so to certain people, it means the world… and to certain people, it still has value. But to the rest of society? It’s just done because it’s what’s expected. It’s done to make the parents and/or the grandparents happy. It’s done because the girl wants her fairytale ending. It’s done with hopes it will “fix” things. It’s done so the child isn’t “illegitimate.” But three to ten years down the line? A horrible divorce is all that’s left.
Um… I don’t want that.
Considering none of my relationships have lasted (and I was SO sure Jon was “the one”) what’s to say my husband wouldn’t just turn out to be a mistake five years down the line?
Chris and I were good. I loved him. He loved me. I appreciated him and his presence was enough for me… but I didn’t trust him, and I hoped for marriage. I wanted marriage so badly, that not having it pushed me away. I decided if he didn’t want to marry me, he wasn’t committed to me, and I went cold and distanced myself and built a fortress. We fell into a rutt, the fiery love become a mild comfort, and we grew unhappy. I ended it because I didn’t get my fairytale ending… but Chris was committed. He loved me. He wanted to be there for me. I just refused to let it in. What’s to say marriage would do anything for me, ever? The irrational thinking I have is ME.
But am I just saying this because I don’t want to be alone? Am I just reasoning myself into settling, or being with someone who might not be perfect? Is anyone really perfect? Will I really find someone in my life time who fits me perfectly in every way? Unlikely. That’s why it’s called “settling down.” You settle. But again… that’s just what society does, right? I don’t have to? Or do I want to? It’s such a cycle. And it just propels me deeper into a cold lonely state. You would think i would be comfortable here by now…
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10.24.11
Posted in General at 10:20 pm by fruhd
Amity’s wedding is in five days. I let my hair grow, I let my nails grow, I acquired red red lipstick from my sissy (Nars Velvet Matte Lip Pencil, Cruella), I have a lip line protector (Body Shop Lip Line Fixer), I’m going to try and wear contacts for the next few days to prep my eyes, maybe wear heels to prep my feet, I have my costume, I got some leggings to wear under the costume so when I start dying of heat I can strip and still be decent, and I’ve gotten her final gift. I hope she realizes she’s not getting a personal Betty-visit for a long-ass time. The Amity Wedding tag in my Mint account has just tipped $1001.
I got a facial today. First “extraction” experience. Quite amuzing. Kinda wish I could have watched. It’s so disgusting, but satisfying and addicting. The person who did it thinks my skin is borderline dehydrated at the moment, and since I’ve been cutting back on the red meat my body has been slowly detoxing and thus the crazy break-out on my forehead. Apparently the forehead shows reaction to the digestive tract… the chin is hormonal. Whatever. This shit needs to stop. I’m totally over it. Gonna stop the acid and treatment for a while and use the stuff she suggests for a few weeks. If there’s no difference… I don’t know. I just hope it’ll get better.
Chris’ dad passed last week. He’s been sick for a long time, but it was a sudden turn and he passed quickly. I wanted to visit, but didn’t feel right doing so. He was such a great man. He was only three months older than my mom. Death just hits differently when the person is young.
I’ve been wanting to just spend the day in bed, curled up around cow with Jim and my pillows. I guess it’s good that I have to work seven days a week, or I would. The loneliness hits my throat and I have trouble swallowing sometimes. I’m cramping pretty bad. I’m pretty annoyed that I’ll be on my cycle for the wedding trip. I hate packing all that crap. I hate that on my weekends I sleep less than I do during the week. I hate that I don’t wake up in time.
I got groceries at Raley’s today. Non-organics are so disgustingly cheap. The bok choy was ridiculously huge and it was 96 cents a lb. It’s $1.98 at co-op. I got fruits, almonds, avocado (good for skin healing), bok choy and tofu and the whole bag was around $25. Then I came home and finally got around to “cooking” it… and the bok tastes like windex. Organic it is.
The Paralegal at work is officially starting her new job November 14… and her plan (independently from mine) was to train me to take on the role. Heidi (supervisor) is on her Honeymoon until Monday, so we’ll see how it goes. I was going to ask for a raise since probation is up, but I’ll wait for this… it’d be silly to ask for one again right after :p
Oh, crap. I ate so much bok, rice and tofu that I don’t know if I can eat pie… but… the pie… it will go bad soon… I must… I’ll just have some apple pie cold without the ice cream. Yeah. No fillers. Just pie. I can do that.
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10.17.11
Posted in betty at 7:55 pm by fruhd
I went and read some old posts. It was quite entertaining. I sure was an angry ball.
Cereal for dinner again. Then apple pie. The start of baking season has been quite slow since I haven’t had a stock of eggs. Hopefully I’ll remedy that tomorrow.
My weekends don’t stop. I was glad for November to come, but there’s still events… and then December means Christmas and shopping, so… January. I’m waiting for January:
- 9/10: Out of Town - LA for Amity’s Bridal Shower
- 9/17: Out of Town - Lafayette for Stokes family picnic
- 9/24: Libra party @ Alvarez
- 10/1: Annual exam. Yay.
- 10/8: Out of Town - Palm Springs for Amity’s Bachelorette Party
- 10/15: Regular work day for CACCC
- 10/22: Advance Health Care Directive event at Sac Sheriff
- 10/29: Out of Town - Long Beach for Amity and Russell’s wedding
- 11/6: Out of Town - Sunnyvale for CACCC Fundraising event
- 11/12: CACCC Board Member Retreat cancelled (thank god)
- 11/19: mini break for betty? yes? please?
- 11/26: Out of Town - CHIANG GANG UNITE!!!! Thanksgivingmas* in Camarillo with the WHOLE gang. It will be epic. With babies. And shopping.
- 12/3: Out of Town - San Jose for CACCC Volunteer Appreciation Event
- two weeks of shopping and CACCC
- 12/24: Out of Town - Driving between Mountain View and Shingle Springs for Christmas
- 12/31: Going to sleep at 10pm for New Years
- 1/7: OMG I CAN BREATHE AGAIN!
I must say I am definitely looking forward to Thanksgivingmas* this year. It’s going to be so awesome. Every one of the cousins is going to make it down. Yay xD
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Lost and lonely. Thought I could dull the pain a bit, but it didn’t work. Not sure what I was thinking… these things never do. Guess I’m just getting tired of being alone again and was desperate for… something.
Everyone is in a relationship, getting married, or having a baby. Everyone. Was talking to Chris about how much it sucks being old, and he brought up a good point… unless I go for someone younger, chances are I’m going to have to open my options to divorced men and/or fathers. At this age, the “good” guys have probably already been taken, and if they realized they made a mistake, they’re now divorcees or dads.
Think about it… if the guy is 29 and still completely single… there’s a reason.
I’m just not sure if I’m able to open myself up for that.
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Amity’s making me go to this Dark Harbor thing after Dress Rehearsal. I thought it was just a tour of the Queen Mary, but no, it’s a haunted house thing. Great. I’m totally going to shit and piss myself then not sleep for a week. At least I’ll be in normal clothes and not my costume.
Working 60 hours a week is not awesome. PMS is even more not awesome. I re-calculated my debt calculator (it’s been two years already?) and if I consistently put $650 towards my debt, I’ll be done in 5.5 years (and that’s including the majority of my $30k in student loans.) So I’m hoping to get this raise I’ve been hoping for… because I’m going to start to lose it really quick if I have to keep working for CACCC. The Paralegal doesn’t seem to be leaving any time soon so I’m not getting any training, but they asked me to start learning some new things for November to help out with the administrative work on the collector’s side. Not sure how I’m going to meet the legal office goals with these new tasks, but we’ll see.
I got horrible sleep this weekend. Yesterday was a lazy day of slow waking and groggy afternooning. I passed out on my bed at like 9:30pm with the lights on. I forgot to set my back-up alarm and my phone alarms didn’t go off (again) so I was woken by a call from a colleague at 9:45am. Yeah. I start work at 8am. Fuckshitpiss. And what the fucking hell? I didn’t wake up after 12 hours of sleep? Are you kidding me? I fucking suck. I guess I COULD blame it on PMS, but whatever… I’m a fucking disaster. At least my phone rang with the phone call. Shit. Guess I need to religiously reboot my phone every night before bed.
Pie should really cool faster. Two hours is totally unacceptable.
*The Chiang family celebrates Thanksgiving in Southern California in our late Grandpa’s home. Since we celebrate Christmas with our respective immediate families, we do a family Christmas celebration after Thanksgiving dinner. It’s quite ridiculous. And it means all Christmas shopping for the family must be done before Thanksgiving weekend.
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