5 posts tagged “walk”
So, yesterday after work I went over to Aunt Donna's for a visit, which was freaking awesome. Devin and I went for a long walk, hung out down at the lake, practiced a few magickal things, talked forever, listened to music, and then had a garage party with Aunt Donna and taught her some bellydance. I ended up finally crashing on the couch somewhere around 5am.
I woke up around 1pm and got some breakfast. Then my phone rang. It was Bryan. He got a call last night. His grandfather had a heart attack. So he rushed off to the hospital and was there until morning. When he came home this morning he realized that in his rush to the hospital he left the door unlocked. The place was trashed. My new camera and Bryan's laptop were gone, and everything was thrown around. They tore down a bunch of curtains, and my decorative fan off the wall, threw all the dresser drawers around the room and emptied the bathroom cupboard into the sink, plucked all of my skirts off the hangers, and squirted green paint on a part of the Psychedellic Jesus painting that didn't even mess it up at all. They must have been strung out on something to do such bizarre things. My sewing desk was completely untouched, aside from the little fan above it.
I bought a little acer laptop today, and I'm gonna just get a cheap camera with video to replace my nice one for now. I can't afford to spend a ton while I'm saving for a car. We're gonna ask the neighbors if they saw anything, and maybe check a few pawn shops in the next couple days just in case. Bryan's grandfather's in a coma. I'm trying to ignore the robbery a bit. They're just material things that are replacable. Perhaps whoever took them needed them more than me.
Or they were just fucking crazy.
Invited Aunt Donna to my first raw vegan potluck. Talked lots.
Bought a shower filter and did dietician license research.
Tidied room. A bit. Single digit bus walk tomorrow. Up at 5:45am. <u.u>
At Niki's
Friday, September 12th
5:30pm
So. There's this guy at work, right? He's 23 (though he looks about eighteen 'cause he has one of those sort of baby faces, like he hasn't gone through puberty and just happens to have a 5 o'clock shadow), his name's Justin, and he's your stereotypical "I'm cool 'cause I'm a slacker" stock character. He's rarely every doing actual work, constantly making jokes (mostly inappropriate), thinks he's hot shit, and hits on or at least checks out every girl who walks by. Normally people like this annoy the hell out of me. I really couldn't figure out why I don't mind laughing and chatting with him. Until he started to refer to himself as "daddy". Then it all made sense.
He is Dave the Laugh.
So, next time I see him, I'll have to let him know that it's not cool to say "daddy". We say "vati".
Wednesday, August 20th
5pm
I went to the beach with Cameron yesterday! ^-^ I've been wanting him to go with me for three years, and he finally did! And it was so much fun! ^-^!!!! We watched the seagulls (from like two feet away, while they'd sort of hover as the wind blew over them. It was magnificent.), collected pretty stones, and played in the sand and water with our feet. ^-^ It was kind of chilly, and the wind was coming in strong off of the shore, but the water was SO warm. It was wonderful. ^-^
Oh, and there was a tractor.
We found a piece of sea glass, a clear one that got all frosty looking. I wrapped a star pattern onto it with silver wire (just can't escape the CPS XD) and made a necklace from it today. It's pretty. ^-^ I was supposed to wire-wrap a stone Cameron picked up, to make into a keychain. So, last night when I was carrying all my stuff into my room, my hands were full, so I put the stone down my shirt. I ended up forgetting that I put it there, and I couldn't find it when I woke up. <u.u> I looked for it for like fifteen minutes with no luck. It's kind of small. I'll have to tidy my room up a bit tomorrow and look harder.
I also talked to my friend Roseanne. She's this nice, little old lady who lives on my street and walks a lot. I talked to her a few times last year when I'd walk to the bus for school. I told her about switching schools, and that I was going to the beach, and she said how much fun she had at the beach with her friend on Wednesday, and if I ever want to, I can cut some flowers from her little flower garden she was working on when I walked by. ^-^ I'm going to send her a Christmas card this year.
Speaking of neighbors, my really horrible ones (who wanted to eat Aunt Sandy because she was "speeding" into my driveway... not the ones who called the cops on Cameron (and break children's arms) because he was "speeding" out of my driveway, finally got their fence up. Sadly, it doesn't hide their back door OR driveway from our view. And their child's sandbox is still on my side of the fence. ^o.0^
Friday
1:30pm
While it is a day meant to celebrate our "freedom" from a much better country, I must try to remind myself that I should be happy about it, because if my ancestors had not come to this land and "mingled" with the natives, I would not be here to type this. Shame they won the war though, eh? Thanks anyway, guys.
Sorry it's been so long. First I spend like an entire week at Niki's, and was simply having too much fun (AND WALKING TOO MUCH. HOLY SHIT.) to type. Then after I got back home, my mom decided I don't do enough chores to deserve internet access. Fine, mother. I won't use the computer. But don't come complaining to me when you're sad because you pay all this money out every month for absolutely no reason.
Anyway, I managed to get it back two days ago (after spending the entire day pulling weeds and mowing the lawn) but I just couldn't be bothered to type until now.
So, during my week at Niki's (more or less) I experienced many things. There was walking. And some more walking. Lots of penises and drunk girls. (Aunt Sandy's bachelorette party.) Dancing ALL night (ending around 6am when I went for a walk). Getting invited to an Autumnal Equinox bonfire at my aunt's. A metric shit-ton of Pokemon. Pizza. Crisis. Parents sucking at being parents. Rain. Sun. Waiting four hours for Wendy's to open and then deciding not to take Devin's money. Sitting awkwardly while Devin and Chris ate. Walking. Getting invited to the bridal shower at 10pm. Tv shows about fat people. Being Aunt Sandy's "amateur nutritionist" until the wedding. About six more shit-tons of pokemon. Spending ten years trying to get a ride to the store. Flat tire. Walking in the rain. At night. Imagining being pulled over for weaving on the sidewalk. Hiding my cards for fear of them being stolen. Along with everything else I brought over. The Espeon-Charmeleon incident. Niki, the fairest bitch of them all. XD Amazing water from Iceland. Strawberries. Blueberries. Making the best blueberry pancakes ever with Niki. Poo that looked like charcoal from eating so many blueberries... and that's probably a good place to stop.
I felt a bit slow for not realizing it earlier, but I've figured out what I want to do with my life... as far as a first career goes. I'm going to be a nutritionist. I've been interested in how food affects the body since like sixth grade when my mom took interest in Somersizing (Suzanne Somers' weight loss eating plan), and over the last year or so I've become completely obsessed with natural health. And people are always asking me, you know, "Is this healthy? What about this?" And I'm always trying to push my views about food on other people, so what better job would the be for me than telling people what to eat?! XD!!! I just can't believe it took me so long to figure out. It wasn't until I started planning stuff with Aunt Sandy that it really clicked.
The problem was, though, that my college didn't have a program for that. So, I started researching and in just a few hours I found my dream school. It's an online school, so I wont have a schedule to work around when I try to get a job (SOON). It's almost the same price as Land O'Lakes. EVERY class is directly related to the career. There are no pointless unrelated requirements. You can work at your own pace, so as long as I can afford it, I can finish up faster. Anyway, it's called Clayton College of Natural Health. It's accredited by a credible-looking source, though the accreditor is not on the U.S. Department of Education's list. That doesn't mean that the material and degrees are not legitimate, though. It ony means that graduates of the college won't be able to participate in certain federally sponsored events that require the title (Ph.D., etc.) they earned there. I looked through the list and there isn't even an accreditor there that's for nutrition in any way shape or form. Fuck you, Department of Education. You and your love o'drugs. I may become an herbalist too.
I also met a lovely dragonfly when I was weeding the front flowerbed. I really wish I'd never sat on my camera. I still can't afford to get a new one yet. I don't even know if I'll be able to afford my books for school. My mom offered to help me with my books a few weeks back if I couldn't afford it. I may have to use the $150 that Cameron gave me for graduation to use for an emergency. The tuition is quite literally all of my savings. I'll have thirty-five dollars left. So now I can't even get a laptop yet. Gimme dat jarb.
I've started doing yoga again. I've finally managed to get myself on a... not quite NORMAL, but rather, an EARLIER sleeping schedule. I've been waking up in time to do this yoga program that's on at 6am on the Oxygen network, called Inhale. I discovered it after staying up all night watching infomercials one new years eve (or rather, day) a few years back. I would stop for different reasons. Either I'd have to go to school half way through, or they would replace it for a while with Xena, or I just couldn't bother to get up that early, etc., etc. For the last year though, my main reason was that my wrist has grown this big crazy bump, and it would hurt when I did poses that require you to put your hands on the floor put weight on them. But, I'm managing to do it without much discomfort, and I'm convinced that it's going to go away. I thought so for a long time, just because it would fluctuate in size, sometimes shrinking. But when Niki's mom mentioned yoga when we were talking about stress last week, I showed her and she said she had the exact same thing and it went away (after some years, but still).
Also, I walked to the library last week (which took about an hour) and picked up a couple books.
