Friday, July 30, 2010

July 30th 2010

I know that no will be reading this out there in cyberspace.  Which is fine because I really just want a place to right my thoughts down.  I want to have something to do... I don't know it seems like everyone around me has something in the life that they do.  I have nothing, and when I try to get something it lasts for a day a week at best and I give up so honestly I'm kinda interested how long it will take me to stop doing thing.   Well, my goal is to stick with this blog thing for one year and see where my life has gone.  As you grow up you realize that time seems to go by so fast, honestly I can't believe it's 2010.  As a child time moves so slow it's crazy but I guess it's because then we have something great to look forward to.  The two big events every year for kids Summer Vacation and Christmas/Holidays, something your birthday can be included.  Now, summer sucks, holidays suck, and another birthday awesome.  Well anyways here I go....

Friday July 30th 2010

I woke up today late (9:00 AM) got up took a shower because someone (my boyfriend) took the fan out of the bedroom and into his office and so I was sweaty and gross.  Nice.  Anyways after the shower tried to wake up Mr. Lazy Pants and see if he would be going over to his "parents" house to mow their lawn.  No dice he was mopey and inaudible.  So I went downstairs and started breakfast.  Haha I like how I said that but really I made myself a bowl of Cheerios, toast, and yogurt.  Go me!  Then I was out the door to go to the doctors across town.  I had been to the doctors Monday of this week and I was getting my test results.  Before you think this is a sad blog, I was getting a routine physical.  Turns out great, no longer in any health risk.  I haven't heard that since I want to say high school.  So I was astonished on that fact that I didn't have to worry about my health as much any.  Everyone should always worry about there health but I think not hearing your cholesterol is too high and in the danger zone or your boarder line diabetic.  Scares me.  Also I've lost almost 15 pounds which most women would probably cry if their weight was mine but whatever I was proud of myself.  I am doing something to better my life.  I also have gotten on Cymbalta.    I will be taking 30 mg first for about a week and then upping it 60 mg for the remaining of the month and then going back for a check up and see what to script me.  Now, I am at my place of work.  BORING. I honestly can say I can't stand what I do.  I work as a front desk agent for this small company, Marriott yeah didn't think you've heard of it :).  The only thing good about this job is the stupid shit people do.  I mean seriously.  But, today has been relatively slow.  Which is good and bad.  Good because I don't have to deal with anything bad because now time seems to move SLOW.  After work at 11 pm  I will be going home and straight to bed because I have to wake up early because I have to be back at work at 7AM.  Lovely huh.  I love that because I don't have a college degree I'm forced to work shitty jobs, that pay nothing. It's not like I chose not to go to college (in fact I'm in it now) it's just how the hell am I suppose to pay for schooling to get a degree when the job that I do have doesn't pay me enough?  I mean to be honest I've always had this dream to write someone like Oprah or Ellen who give away shit all time and just ask them if they would pay for my college... I mean technology it would be a tax write off for them.  I mean it would be just pocket change for Oprah but I can't ask it's not in me to ask for money from strangers.  I mean if they asked me or just gave it to me that would be different.  Anyways I'm getting off topic.... this Cymbalta stuff is making me so nauseated it's ridiculous!  I'm really dizzy too but I know those or common side effects.  Well I'm getting pretty tired and this laptop is really hot in my lap so I'm going to sign off for the night.  Hopefully I'll be motivated to write tomorrow.  We'll see....


Ashly

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