94+11

Alright people, it's bad enough that it's like 105 degrees outside (94 actual + 11 for humidity) and that my freshly done hair is now a frizz ball...but what's even worse is that my (dear) roommate leaves the air conditioning to set at 82 degrees during the day, so I walk into a very stale, humid air inside as well. Can a girl get some cool air? I mean, I'm always cold and phening for heat, probably one of the best things about attending good ole U of M, so when I'm complaining about the heat, you know it's bad. Don't get me wrong, I love heat, however, sweating profusely is not attractive, nor desired.

I know the point is to conserve energy and all, and I totally agree that the air does not need to run during the day, but can we settle for like 76? Especially on days when the state is being issued to have a heat wave. Especially with my crazy past of passing out randomly...I mean, can you imagine, me, innocent old me, walking in after a long, hard day's work and just collapsing to the floor? Not being able to breathe because it's so STIFLING hot? Not a pretty sight. At all.

This one is for all my frizzy-haired people, just trying to get by and make it through this extremely dreaded heat. And the heat wave is just going to continue...

A lazy Monday...

Random thoughts on a Monday:
I don't know why but every time Monday rolls around, I just wish it were any day but. I should be thankful to get up and go to work, but I'd rather stay at home sleeping. The fact that I feel like every Monday has been either ridiculously humid, or ridiculously dreary/rainy or anything else negative you can think of.

Today Jeanne got engaged and I am thrilled for her. Carlos seems to be the man of her dreams...and seeing stuff like that gives me hope that one day it will be me. I remember during my last break up, she wrote me one line: "He'll be sorry". I laughed through my tears and I'll never forget that. I hope she's right...not only will he be sorry, but I will find the man of my dreams. Someday, when God feels like I'm ready for it.

In other news, people at work were getting on my damn nerves. Once again, legal, the coupon folks, one of the women in sales, the list could go on and on. But I guess I should be thankful to have a job and a I shouldn't complain about it.

I did not go to the gym today, instead I stuffed my face with a red velvet cupcake when I got home. And boy let me tell you...it was damn good. Tomorrow I will make it up, so I don't feel bad. It'll be ok.

Right now I'm gonna go an watch Fat March...drink my water, and soon go off to bed. I am exhausted...

Another lazy Monday....

Missing the locks...

I miss my long hair. Looking at my main pic, I am loathing Alta and her palace a whole heck of a lot. (Alta is the woman who cut my hair, when I asked for a trim). So right now, I look more like this:

instead of the long haired goddess that I had grown to know and love (see profile pic). (Notice the tip of the hair falling just slightly on the clavicle bone...) And granted, I was in desperate need of a good choppin', because my hair is slowly but surely growing back just as healthy as ever...but the point is, I NEVER asked for a cut. Especially two days before my 4 days before my 26th birthday. In any case, what's done is now done and I guess I should just be thankful I have hair and that its growing back to be nice and healthy. :) Off to bed, to dream of becoming Rapunzel.

I hate bad news...

Today my mom told me a family friend paased away unexpectedly from heart complications. I am so devastated to hear this news because he was young and still had so much life to live. I feel devastated for his family - his wife and 7 children; including a 13 year old daughter, who will never have her dad again. This is just heartbreaking.

On a more positive note, I got through my 5k and I'm feeling great. Off to bed, to dream sweet dreams, I hope.

My prayers go out to the Kravatz family suffering from the loss of a wonderful, wonderful man.

Awesome Quote

Today I came across the most amazing quote.

A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
-- George Moore

Gosh I wish I could say that to a certain someone so badly...

Happy 4th

The rain ruined my darn parade. It was cloudy and then eventually rainy. Even my bright ass hobo-inspired yellow hater top could not challenge the sun. Hey, I tried, people. I was well-behaved though in the food and drink department. I had the following:
1) 1 cheeseburger w/ ketchup
2) a small (and I mean bite-size) serving of baked beans
3) a small and once again I mean bite-size serving of pasta salad
4) a mini chocolate cookie
5) 4 Corona lights
Given the fact that I love to eat and I house all the All-American classics every holiday I get, I did pretty darn good. Granted, I could have done a little better on the beers, however, they were light and they were spaced out over time. (I also drank water). The rain did make my hair frizzy as ever (thanks rain) and I had to cover my fun yellow top, with a bot so fun boring black sweater due to the drop in temp...I guess the fact that we (meaning me and all mis amigos) made it through another fourth - safely and soundly - is a blessing. No fireworks, once again thank the rain. But that doesn't mean I'm not creating my own fireworks ... called my life.

Fixed!!

My closet if fixed. Word. I am thrilled. Now, I can start picking up the pieces. They say everything happens for a reason and I believe it to be so true. This whole experience, closets AND life is just making me stronger and better. Time to get ready for the fourth!