After a nice, slightly crazy, weekend in vegas, I find that my school starts too early in the morning. I wonder if I could do evening classes... and still feel like I'm doing my part in society.
My 'friend' from texas is visiting san diego. Guh. It would be alright, because you know I can't be a shut in all my life, I should be doing something outside of school and home-stuff. What the problem is that he seems to have a huge freaking crush on me. Yesterday he was telling me that he felt like I was the only girl he had ever connected with... just because I agreed that the movie "choke" was a retched, horrible movie. Opinions on movies is totally worth basing your soul mate on! Guh... then he kissed my forehead. No bueno. I wanted to barf.
Now I'm eating lovely leftover greek food and watching Dave the Barbarian. Eventually I have to go get my I.D. back from my friend's house.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Tripping Parole
With gas prices what they are, I find that sitting at home rather than wasting the money, I can have a semi-fulfilling life. Of course I could always get the guys who have crushes on me to saddle up and take me somewhere, where they could pay for me, but that has more drawbacks than $70 a tank + being lame at home = combined. I decided it was time to stop using *the crutch man* when he told me he'd cut himself if he didn't find someone to cuddle with soon. eek!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Soul Applications
Communication Style
Paige Law, you are an attentive and perceptive listener. You tend to be sensitive to other people's feelings. When speaking, you avoid conflict by choosing your words carefully. You are especially skillful at maintaining harmony. Your style of persuasion is diplomatic and tactful.
Also, Paige Law, you use a diplomatic tone in order to work peacefully with people. You do not intimidate others and, in turn, you do not appreciate verbal intimidation.
Your style of communication is easy-going and indirect. You express yourself in a calm, caring, and consistent manner.
Paige Law, you feel that cooperation and teamwork are very important, and you set clear time frames to complete projects. You plan actions carefully, allow for time considerations, and maintain harmonious relations with colleagues.
You function best when reporting to a strong leader. You are good at prioritizing work, establishing routines, and getting things done on time.
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Wow. That's one in-depth job application. They wanted to know everything about me except my shoe size, and then they told me who I was. Weird. You hear me 24 hour fitness? Weird!
Have a crazy video.
Paige Law, you are an attentive and perceptive listener. You tend to be sensitive to other people's feelings. When speaking, you avoid conflict by choosing your words carefully. You are especially skillful at maintaining harmony. Your style of persuasion is diplomatic and tactful.
Also, Paige Law, you use a diplomatic tone in order to work peacefully with people. You do not intimidate others and, in turn, you do not appreciate verbal intimidation.
Your style of communication is easy-going and indirect. You express yourself in a calm, caring, and consistent manner.
Paige Law, you feel that cooperation and teamwork are very important, and you set clear time frames to complete projects. You plan actions carefully, allow for time considerations, and maintain harmonious relations with colleagues.
You function best when reporting to a strong leader. You are good at prioritizing work, establishing routines, and getting things done on time.
***
Wow. That's one in-depth job application. They wanted to know everything about me except my shoe size, and then they told me who I was. Weird. You hear me 24 hour fitness? Weird!
Have a crazy video.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Newenimproved!
You're looking at an employee of today.com! Not that I really know what that means yet, but it sounds impressive.
All I know so far is that if I write a 100+ word blog, I get a dollar. I can write as many as I want to in a day, but I'll only get paid for the first. It's not an ordinary blog, though. It's one of those advice blogs, that makes me seem important and knowledgable. psh! lol So I thought to myself when I applied "what's something that I'm so good at that people would have no choice just to worship me for trying to help them with it?" Eh, I couldn't think of anything. My fallback was writing, and so I just wrote my first post on what my writing-advice-blog will cover in the future. Fun fun!
I'm not worried about getting traffic, because I get paid whether I have traffic or not. Maybe in the future I'll get better at writing blogs to attract audiences so I could get paid more than a dollar a day... but that's the future... right now i want to get paid to have fun.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Red Album
I taste- brownie batter! er... I mean- freedom! which happens to taste a lot like the remnants of brownie batter that I sucked off the bottom of a mixing bowl just now. Yes, I also smell cooking brownies/freedom as well :)
Yeah, I figured that last week's ordeal was just to ridiculous and meant something more severe than I wanted to believe. So last night, after seeing a movie with B (what happens in VEGAS. it was cute but a little cheesy) I dropped him off at his house and he kissed me on the cheek a little then proceeded to smile at me and pet my hair... yeah, no. The night had been weird anyway, that was just the final straw. But I wimped. I didn't think to break it off till I got home and by that time he wasnt answering his phone. So I did the only sensible thing: I texted him. Now I guess he knows we're broken up, he should because the text went through. Even though he hasn't replied yet, I feel so FREE! Almost immediately after texting him I was like "woo! I feel so light now!"
After waking up this morning to the new freedom I went on OkCupid to re-take my dating persona quiz, just because I felt like such a diff person. Not only was the quiz results re-vamped since I last took it, I also answered questions differently, which made my over all score out to be: peach. Something about being sweet, I don't remember. Whatever it was, it was much better than Wild Rose, which basically just called me a picky bitch.
In other news, the car accident last week didn't hurt my neck, but my neck is pained anyway. Weird huh? Yeah, so it's not very exciting but I'm going to start physical therapy soon to hopefully fix it. Yup... the exciting life I live...
Yeah, I figured that last week's ordeal was just to ridiculous and meant something more severe than I wanted to believe. So last night, after seeing a movie with B (what happens in VEGAS. it was cute but a little cheesy) I dropped him off at his house and he kissed me on the cheek a little then proceeded to smile at me and pet my hair... yeah, no. The night had been weird anyway, that was just the final straw. But I wimped. I didn't think to break it off till I got home and by that time he wasnt answering his phone. So I did the only sensible thing: I texted him. Now I guess he knows we're broken up, he should because the text went through. Even though he hasn't replied yet, I feel so FREE! Almost immediately after texting him I was like "woo! I feel so light now!"
After waking up this morning to the new freedom I went on OkCupid to re-take my dating persona quiz, just because I felt like such a diff person. Not only was the quiz results re-vamped since I last took it, I also answered questions differently, which made my over all score out to be: peach. Something about being sweet, I don't remember. Whatever it was, it was much better than Wild Rose, which basically just called me a picky bitch.
In other news, the car accident last week didn't hurt my neck, but my neck is pained anyway. Weird huh? Yeah, so it's not very exciting but I'm going to start physical therapy soon to hopefully fix it. Yup... the exciting life I live...
Monday, June 2, 2008
Amputee
The rental car is a Chrysler! Oh OH! After only getting it off the lot, I already felt in-tune to the automobile. It's my baby already, even though I don't think it gets as good gas mileage as my volvo does. Is there a chance that my old baby has something over my new baby? Something as vital and surprising as gas mileage? dOOOOd!
Last night I didn't sleep a wink. Not a wink. There may have been a wink, ok I admit I'm sure drifting in and out of sleep was done over the span of an hour or so, but I swear even during that I was aware of my body in bed and miserably not asleep. All I could think about is what really bugs me about B possibly being with another girl at the Cove. Automatically two things: One, since we're not a 'couple' technically he's not cheating. Two, he doesn't take me to the effing Cove, much less put his arm around me in the places we do go. Actually those simple, sudden reactions really sum up my 'pissed offedness' just fine.
So at midnight I throw my pillow off of my head, where I had been attempting to smother myself into slumber, and gave up on wallowing in doubt. The next route was to text B about it- which serves two purposes: I don't wake him up when he has work in a few short hours, and two: I can lay down my crazies in direct but less confrontatious manner. Even though it was supposed to help me sleep, it failed to calm my mind. My only peace last night was that B would wake up in the morning, see my texts, and contact me at some point in the day to respond in some way. That was a twenty hour open window for him to say something to me: the girl he's supposed to love, feeling hurt and confused, saying she needs time to think things out. I honestly don't think he was 'giving me my space.' More like avoiding the topic. Another hit of honesty, the vibe I get from this situation and the shit storm of yester night, is that he's way absorbed in his magnets and is kind of glad that I'm mad at him because it means his ploys to push me away have worked. Damn.
He has a week from yesterday to contact me, and redeem the situation. It's not about him being at the beach with a girl, it's how he's handling this situation. There's a very slim chance that he'll make the cut. By next sunday, if I'm not convinced that he hasn't been consciously or subconsciously trying to push me away, then he's gone. It'll take a lot on his part and I know he doesn't really have it in him to work at placating situations. It's all on him. I wonder if I should tell him that. Will the deadline pressure help or hurt his chances? I say that I just tell him that I don't believe he really wants me anymore, and that if he can't prove that he does, then why the hell would I stick around? Sounds reasonable to me.
I kinda like the way I ramble when I've taken half a sleeping pill! I can't let this go to waste! MUST .... WRITE.... BEFORE I PASS OUT!
Last night I didn't sleep a wink. Not a wink. There may have been a wink, ok I admit I'm sure drifting in and out of sleep was done over the span of an hour or so, but I swear even during that I was aware of my body in bed and miserably not asleep. All I could think about is what really bugs me about B possibly being with another girl at the Cove. Automatically two things: One, since we're not a 'couple' technically he's not cheating. Two, he doesn't take me to the effing Cove, much less put his arm around me in the places we do go. Actually those simple, sudden reactions really sum up my 'pissed offedness' just fine.
So at midnight I throw my pillow off of my head, where I had been attempting to smother myself into slumber, and gave up on wallowing in doubt. The next route was to text B about it- which serves two purposes: I don't wake him up when he has work in a few short hours, and two: I can lay down my crazies in direct but less confrontatious manner. Even though it was supposed to help me sleep, it failed to calm my mind. My only peace last night was that B would wake up in the morning, see my texts, and contact me at some point in the day to respond in some way. That was a twenty hour open window for him to say something to me: the girl he's supposed to love, feeling hurt and confused, saying she needs time to think things out. I honestly don't think he was 'giving me my space.' More like avoiding the topic. Another hit of honesty, the vibe I get from this situation and the shit storm of yester night, is that he's way absorbed in his magnets and is kind of glad that I'm mad at him because it means his ploys to push me away have worked. Damn.
He has a week from yesterday to contact me, and redeem the situation. It's not about him being at the beach with a girl, it's how he's handling this situation. There's a very slim chance that he'll make the cut. By next sunday, if I'm not convinced that he hasn't been consciously or subconsciously trying to push me away, then he's gone. It'll take a lot on his part and I know he doesn't really have it in him to work at placating situations. It's all on him. I wonder if I should tell him that. Will the deadline pressure help or hurt his chances? I say that I just tell him that I don't believe he really wants me anymore, and that if he can't prove that he does, then why the hell would I stick around? Sounds reasonable to me.
I kinda like the way I ramble when I've taken half a sleeping pill! I can't let this go to waste! MUST .... WRITE.... BEFORE I PASS OUT!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
you N me
Last wednesday or thursday I got rear ended by a red neck in a shiny sporty toyota. Thank goodness he had insurance and now alls I have to do is put my car in a specified shop at a specified time and drive home in a shnooty-booty rental car. wOOtrz! As easily as the situation could have been horrific, someones got to be looking out for me to make it this carefree.
I'll tell ya what's not carefree though: feeling unloved. On friday someone asked B if we were a couple, and he looked at them flat out and said "No." With me sitting right there, gaping at him like a dying fish. Well skippy-do-da. He's practically run-off of the paige highway. Not just because of that, but it is the big tipping point. Bastard.
When I was wallowing in the aforementioned crap-fest today, I got to writing, and decided that there's too much information for ATHENIAS to keep it at one book- so we're going with three. A trilogy. A frikken epic. Doin it for the lolz? Not so much, but it will be a bundle of lolz I'm sure. Once I can make myself sit down and get it written. The problem is the internetz. Too distracting. It would be nice not to have it on this computer so that I can get some work done.
I'll tell ya what's not carefree though: feeling unloved. On friday someone asked B if we were a couple, and he looked at them flat out and said "No." With me sitting right there, gaping at him like a dying fish. Well skippy-do-da. He's practically run-off of the paige highway. Not just because of that, but it is the big tipping point. Bastard.
When I was wallowing in the aforementioned crap-fest today, I got to writing, and decided that there's too much information for ATHENIAS to keep it at one book- so we're going with three. A trilogy. A frikken epic. Doin it for the lolz? Not so much, but it will be a bundle of lolz I'm sure. Once I can make myself sit down and get it written. The problem is the internetz. Too distracting. It would be nice not to have it on this computer so that I can get some work done.
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