Tuesday, December 22, 2009

I'm like a firecracker, I make it hot

First off I would like to say, I LOVE VACATION!! I like to have the option that if I don't want to do anything, I don't have to! But with that said, I've had quite a productive day!! I wrapped the few presents I have (2), still need to find a box for the other, and wait til payday to finish the other and buy one more. Stupid money. It's always M.I.A. from my bank account. Its like a freakin game of hide n seek. (if you hadn't noticed I get easily distracted and wander in some other random direction) Back to my productive day, it also included the beginning stages of cleaning my "getting ready room". Bet most of you can't say you have one of those, can you? Ha! Well I do! A nice master bedroom dedicated to this princess getting beautified every morning. Needless to say, being a girl, there are clothes EVERYWHERE!! So I started going through everything, and came across this brilliant idea! Since I will be moving within the next couples months why don't I just start packing up some clothes! Genious! This idea gave me even more inspiration because I cannot wait to move into my new house! (more on that later) But, having self-prescribed ADD I quickly decided I needed to shower instead and haven't quite ventured back in that room to continue cleaning :) oh well, tomorrow is another day. I also spent about a half hour on the phone with AT&T for them to tell me, oh well there's some sort of glitch with Blackberry right now so that might be the problem, but I really can't tell you for sure. Glorious. Thanks for your help and 30 mins of my life that I'll never get back. (FYI if I text you and you keep getting the same message over and over again, its not me being obnoxious, blame it on the blackberry.) I've had my phone for about a year and a half (a lifetime, I know) so not only am I not eligible for an upgrade until May Day, but my year long BB warranty is up also. No replacement phone for me. Mind you, I tried everything to get my phone to break "accidentally" before the warranty was up and this mother f'er wasn't having it!! NOW it wants to break. Really? Asshole.

On to the next issue...I hate boys. I might as well become a nun. Just send me to a convent!! I think thats what they're called, I'm not religious, I really don't know. What I do know? I can watch Home Alone over and over again. But seriously though, when am I going to come to the realization that Jason is never going to change?! UGH!!! A boy with whom I'm totally in love with and he's everything I've never wanted. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?! No clue, but it is. Ask me if I have a bf and I'll say, "ummm, I have a Jason?" What kind of answer is that?! People can tell me over and over again what I need to do, but until I'm ready its not gonna happen. Ya know, I like to think of myself as a good looking young lady (one that could use to lose a few pounds, but why pick?) Shouldn't there be a row of Prince Charmings lined up at my door just waiting for a chance to speak to me?!?! *pop* (that was someone bursting the bubble I like to live in 99% of the time)

Ok, I have so much to talk about, but I feel like I need to be somewhere else doing something else (ADD) so when I come back to write more about the thoughts going through my head, please be prepared for the following topics:
Ciera's engagement (I'm such an asshole for this not being the first thing I talked about)
Social Networking and why I hate it, yet am totally obsessed.
Red Velvet cupcakes
NYE '10

I know you're so excited you can hardly contain yourself. So until next time...I need a cocktail. Kisses, buh-bye.

3 comments:

  1. Yeah am I your first post...Ok so you don't have self prescribed ADD you have self diagnosed ADD...The good thing is they are both treatable with Vodka! Yes nuns do live and work in convents and you should stop kissing one ugly frog and find that prince!

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  2. oh! hahahaa thanks for correcting me!! and yes vodka cures everything!

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