To sum up

I've made some resolutions. Not New Year's resolutions, because I don't think they'd stick. Plus I'd prefer to make change more often than once a year. More like I Had A Personal Crisis resolutions. I want to talk to my friends more. I tend to put it off a lot, and I'm sure I won't have many friends soon, with the way I'm going. I'm also resolving to become less fat and lethargic. I need to change my life, before it becomes too much to handle. It's getting close.

My resolutions, the pressure I'm already feeling to follow through on them, and my innate certainty that I'm not going to be able to are all combining to really depress me.

A day for me

It's amazing how much happier I become when I don't have to go to work. Bless the snow.

I could have done without this morning

Fairly often, I'm very grateful that I have my sweet and understanding honey. He's very good for cheering me up and putting things back in perspective.

Reading and enjoying (yes, they are simultaneous)

The Princess Bride, the abridged version by William Goldman. Surprisingly enough, his long drawn-out intro was sort of worth the read. Although it could have been conveniently summed up into "I took out the parts that weren't worth reading if you want an action-packed novel", instead of telling us his somewhat but mostly not relevant life story.

** UPDATE: I was just informed that there really is no such place as Florin or Guilder, and that Goldman really did write The Princess Bride instead of just abridging it. Why not just give me a paper cut in the eye and pour lemon juice on it?

Yo yo christmas and babbling for a long time yo

And so we had that happy-give-much-and-get-some-stuff-you-actually-want-and-eat-far-more-than-could-possibly-be-good-for-you time again. And I am proud to be able to say that I didn't gain any weight during it. Well, maybe gained back a couple pounds, but since I only lost them in the past week or so, it doesn't count. Right? Right?

I finally finished the quilt for my honey. Hopefully he'll like it. I'm really not sure if he will. I have a really bad habit of needing to get the perfect present for everyone, and worrying about it till they've assured me over and over that it's okay. The unexpected stockings with stuffers that I got my parents went over well. As did the roommate presents. And I think the niece/nephew presents. It's hard to tell with those, my sister-in-law doesn't like junk or clutter. Sometimes the things I think are cool coincide with her ideas of crap. If you ever want to make me angry, tell me to stop getting you junk when I mention that I got your kid a birthday present.

So I didn't get what I asked for this year. I requested a bread maker. Instead I got a table and chairs. Which is another story. I was going to purchase them earlier on sale, but the store was out and wouldn't do rain checks and wouldn't order them in and wouldn't be getting any more in till after the sale and wouldn't even give me the time of day. Jerks. So I asked my kindly parental units if they could see about getting me one from their local store, which is very good about things like that. And lo and behold, they had Amy's bewanted wooden marvel. It's very pretty, real wood. As opposed to the cheap particle board replicas I usually put up with. Not that Amy and quality go together, but there has to be an exception to every rule.

Another good present for christmas was finding out that a buddy of mine didn't get smushed in the earthquakes in Indonesia. He went travelling over the holidays, being far from home anyways. Some presents money can't buy.

Some days I just need a hug

Which is why I'm so happy my honey is coming for christmas. He makes me smile, even on crappy days like today.

In the headlines

Hey, did you see, Bush is Time magazine's person of the year. Isn't that great? He must be a hero!

I love people

When one of the managers under you is causing problems, sending home the employee he was picking on probably isnt' going to solve anything.

Hairror

So many of my terrible ideas start out with "I was bored." This was one of those times. I decided to perm my hair. Which is fine. I had nothing better to do with it. Other than getting it "trimmed", aka hacked so short my scalp goes with it, and letting it grow back to a decent length. Except that the top isn't nearly as curly as underneath. It's not so much curly as it is slightly wavier than my natural wave. And then it's riotously curly underneath. So I feel like a moron. I'm sure it looks okay to regular people who don't give a damn about my hair, but from my mirror view I look like an idiot. Hooray for modern technology!

Still more on the not knowing what to do with my life

So yet again I have no idea what I want to do. D.D. asked me today what my long term goals and plans are. I still don't know what I want to do with my life. I've been taking voice lessons to upgrade that enough that I could teach at some point, but it'd still be a couple years, and I'm not sure I really want to do that. I've been more motivated the last couple days about doing grad studies, which I would have sworn off until this weekend. And I was thinking about doing a Siast certificate in something, probably mechanics. And then I was thinking about maybe doing a technical writing certificate. But for that I'd have to have proof of previous work in the area, and I don't. I don't know. Yes, I could go to a career counsellor, but in the end, they won't know what I want either. And what I want changes from day to day, and minute to minute. Ideally I would like to marry money, and then I could dabble and do things for a short while until I get bored. Yay for daydreams!

You know what I also really hate?

People who neglect their blogs. I appologize to the millions who have been waiting breathlessly for my next post. You can breathe again. Freaks.

You know what I really hate?

I bloody hate when someone tells me to change some very minor details that nobody else has or will notice, by putting in their 2 cents in a snotty superior e-mail, and then when I do it, picks it apart in another snotty superior e-mail. I wouldn't mind so much, but he sits 2 FEET AWAY FROM MY DESK. Being an unsociable chickenshit is no excuse. Get off your bloody ass and tell me to my face.