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my life's on repeat

I have to go work really soon. I thought writing a nice little entry before I head off would be a good way to end the freedom of staying home. Yesterday was such a long day! Marc had asked me if I could come in a little early since we were so back-logged on testing a certain product they wanted to ship. How about 8:00? Sounded great to me....8-4, a nice little break from these nights of getting home at 6:15, sometimes later. So, yesterday I got out of bed at 6:30, showered up, ate some breakfast, and went to work early, the dew splattered all over the car, the air crisp to the point of needing to wear a sweatshirt.

I didn't mind. I miss my winter clothes.

Work went well; tests were done. At 2, I looked at the clock and thought: "Two more hours! If I was leaving at my normal time, I would still have 3 1/2 hours minimum!" Then i started to wonder...Marc never did tell me if I could leave at 4. So I asked him, and of course it was "why don't you stay til 5:30." Noooo! Of course I didn't say that. Really, what is an extra hour-30 minutes. ($15 extra, that's what!) :-)

So I stayed and washed crucibles and performed some more tests and left red-faced and tired. I went to bed at 9:20, and here I am....already having to go back to work! I can't wait for the weekend.

There is so much that needs to be done around here. For some reason, I thought since I was in a clean, crisp, new house there wouldn't be any dust bunnies in the corners of the rooms, or dust on the furniture...or crumbs or what have you. But there is! (of course). So I'm hoping to get the house cleaned and maybe even some unpacking started. Well, it's 8:58. I have to run downstairs and get my uniform our of the dryer, fold it, and then get out of here.

ps: I wish this blogging service had the little thing where you could post your emoticon/musical selection thing like Xanga does. Oh well! For the record, I'm listening to a really good album by Rosie Thomas. It's very melodic and pretty and nice.

too many blogs, too little time

I can't write a very long post right now. It's after 7, and we haven't even had dinner yet (I just got home about 30-45 minutes ago). We're having fried egg sandwiches (grandma's style), and I'm in charge of frying them up. It's these lighter kinds of dinners of which I am most fond.

I'm wearing my wild tiger shirt from high school with some grey shorts, feeling as relaxed as ever. The reason being is our shower was finally fixed. I don't know if I've even mentioned it before, but the 1st time we used our brand new shower in our new house, water leaked all over the basement floor. The original plumber wouldn't come over and fix his crappy-ass plumbing job, so it was up to John and I to get ahold of a plumber. Between this town and the town we used to live in (5,000 population, combined?), there are TONS of plumbers...wait. Let me finish. Plumbers that do not return phone calls and/or do not want any business.

Well, we finally got ahold of one yesterday, and he came out this evening and fixed the shower. So I was able to take my first shower in over a month. An occassional bath is nice, don't get me wrong. But day after day after month of baths just causes soap build-up and non-relaxations, FRUSTRATIONS!

So it's off to fry up some eggs!

new clothes

I just want to go out and buy tons of awesome clothes. every now and again, I'll see a picture or a girl on TV and just want her outfit because it's so...everything I'm looking for but can never find.

Right now, I wish I could go to all the right stores and find every cool outfit I've ever coveted and buy it...for me...and then wear it on a trip...a trip far far away...an old suitcase with old-but-new clothes that I can show off to everyone, but to no one who knows who the hell I even am.

But mostly, just show it off to myself. I'm wearing a brown sweatshirt with stripes and wishing it was fall or winter, but not summer. i love most of my outfits, but I only wear them for 30 minutes a day...cuz I wear a white uniform. I'm not complaining, I'm just going with the stream of my thoughts...were one leads, another follows.

dawning

Oh how I want to eat a snacky-cake, but I had three cookies at work! If there was a way to post little music notes, there would be some around my first sentence. That was written in a sing-songy way.

AHHhhh, I need a weekend to get away...I want to go to Utah. I just want to drive there and say "Hi Utah!" and maybe walk to the Target (sick, I know, but it was a big ordeal for me last year), and by the court house and maybe stay the night and eat breakfast somewhere and then drive home. That's what I feel like doing.

You know, i realized something this morning as I was driving to work, blasting "Left and Leaving" in the car...those days seemed SO hard, like the end of the world, like life was so done-for. And, driving to work, I kind of snorted and said, "I wish it was 2000 again and I was going to college listening to this stuff again."

BLAH? wAAAHHH??? If I was physic or something and had been sitting on my bunk bed in my stupid Soulfly-covered dorm-room walls listening to #4 and #7 on repeat (as I did for hours and days and months on end), crying and hitting myself and crying to John on the telephone "WHY DID YOU LEAVE? I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!" and dragging my parents to there to talk to me and yell at me and swear at them and make my mom leave and go out to the car and my dad to leave in a hurried tone, if I had envisioned myself driving to work wishing for these days gone by, I would have cracked.

Cracked. I so thought I would have had a better ending for that longer-than-long sentence.

Oh well. I would have been speachless and not have believed a word. But it's true? Maybe? I don't know, now that I actually think about it. Those days might have been worse. Maybe what I'm really longing for is that freedom and youth and chance to re-live the last 5 years again.

Time is going by too quickly for me.

no work please

I don't want to go to work today! I just want to lay on the couch and watch movies and TV and eat cookies and drink water. All of course, with my best friend. I just don't feel like working today.

activity, please?!

In Twenty minutes, we were going to meet John's dad over at our old house to do some of the last movings. But we're not going to go anymore. John has a really bad headache. I've been longing to just sit at home and act normal, baking things and watching movies, sitting in the sun and watching it set as the street lamps light up, in unison.

But something about that seems so wrong. It feels like I should be getting up, going somewhere, doing stuff, shopping, walking, talking...

I bought more curtains today. They are an off-white linin color. Now I really want to paint the room. It's just TOO white now. I love blue curtains, but our bathroom and this room have the same color blue, our bedroom has a lighter blue, and another room with blue curtains would be...

...too blue!

I think I shall paint the walls blue instead!

Reminder!

It's hard, being in the middle of a move like this. I really want to bake some cookies. I wanted to make some several weeks, when my parents were here, and now, ever since then, at work, I dream about punching out and then coming home and baking glorious cookies. However, when I do get home, I am always to tired to do so.

Too many weeks have passed without cookies.

And now I can't even find any of my cook books. I decided to come online to find a recipe, but I can't find THE ONE.

Today has been good. I got most of that stuff put away. I bought AWESOME CDs last night! I listened to them in the Xbox as I cleaned this a.m.

Ida
M. Ward
Rosie-Thomas

and

Cat Power's debut album.

WOOO-HOO emo and indie and avantgarde!

Mellie's favorite stuff. Lately, we buy two or three CDs and two of them end up not meeting expectations. Our buys last night made up for all of those.

I love getting up early. Please help me to get up early on Monday. I hate getting up at 8:00, rushing to leave the house by 9:00 and punching in at 9:30. I need to start getting up at 6 or so; that way it will feel like I have so much more Day.

Back to the recipe hunt!