pants too short aren't ok!

weekends are becoming the only time i have a life.

during the weeks, i work.

and when i'm not working,

i'm at the gym.

where i work.

so its still like i'm at work.

and if i'm not there,

i'm a lump on the couch.

therefore,

my weekends are my time to unwind i guess.

this weekend that was not the case.

i worked both saturday and sunday.

boo.

but the highlight of my weekend was seeing my crew kiddie friends.

there were tons of them around.

it was fun.

went out to dinner on saturday night.

got bar food of course!

then drank.

too much.

it was nice to catch up on the past 9 months of life.

you never really realize how much

can happen in a 9 month period until you

try to recap it in one night.

wow.

of course it was necessary to do shots.

why?

i'm not sure.

so after making the walk back to my friends house,

i realized there was no way i could sleep in skinny jeans.

so i asked to borrow a pair of sweatpants.

seems simple right?

you'd think.

my friend is probably 4 inches shorter than me.

her height is all in her torso.

mine,

is all in my legs.

every pair of pants she gave me were like capris on me.

i felt it was necessary to sleep in a pair of pants that actually fit me.

so after trying on 3 pairs, 

we found ones that fit well enough to pass.

it was just craziness i tell you!

BELIEVE

of course i traveled on the second busiest traveling day of the year

in case you didn't know,

the wednesday before thanksgiving

is the busiest traveling day of the year.

any guesses on the second busiest 

day of travel is?

thats right.

last friday.

some people have the long weekend.

(like myself)

(yay presidents)

some schools have the whole week off this week.

and it was valentine's day weekend.

you put those three together and its almost

as busy as thanksgiving.

and guess who's flying on that friday?

thats right...

this girl!!

i haven't flown since may.

that was to compete in nationals.

and there were lots of people with me

so i was very confident in traveling.

and the time before that?

senior year of high school.

i'm not what you would call a world traveler. 

surprising i know.

and do you know what else sucks on the second

busiest day in airports?

security.

the line was long.

people were close.

and it was hot.  

after the long lines,

and an hour of waiting,

it wasn't that bad.

the weekend was great.

got to see some old friends.

and meet some new friends.

then i had to fly back.

security was a breeze this time.

(apparently monday wasn't as big

of a traveling day).

although i thought it was odd that security

let the girl in line behind me through with a 

screwdriver.

it was ok because it was less than 7 inches long.

anyone else think thats odd?

but delayed planes make for a very boring wait.

there's not much to do in airports.

you have to pay for internet.

people are always talking over the intercom,

usually two or more people at a time.

so you can't even understand what 

either of them are saying.

but through all the drama of airports,

i've learned that i am a world traveler,

and that i don't really mind flying as much

as i thought i did.

woohoo for me

BELIEVE

(that you can survive through

airport security and delays)

when did shopping get stressful?

friday i went shopping.

and by shopping i mean i think i actually bought 3 things.

woah crazy shopping trip.

i went with the intentions to buy one item.

a case for my new fancy mac.

i have already managed to scratch it.

(oops)

so this was becoming a necessity.

i wanted to make sure she was covered 

and protected for the upcoming trip.

so my friend asked me to ask the mac peeps

if they will install memory on her computer that she 

bought elsewhere.

so one of the geniusy guys walks up to me 

and asks me if i need help.

and the conversation occurs as follows:

me: "actually i have a question for you"

mac dude: "what can i help you with ma'am"

(side note: when did i become a ma'am? wtf)

me: "i have an older mac version and i was wondering

if you would install memory for me that i bought somewhere else."

mac dude: "do you mean ram or giggabytes?" 

(i think that was the other choice, really i have no clue)

my head thought: 

oh shit i don't know,

what's the difference?

i must have been giving him the 

weirdest look because the mac dude follows with:

"well are they two small disc looking things?"

again my head thought:

i have no freaking clue mac dude

me: "oh yeah thats what they look like."

mac dude: "well actually you can install it yourself"

at this point i just wanted to be like well actually, 

i'm totally lying and i have no clue what your talking about.

but i was kind and just followed him to the mac.

he gave me a total tutorial of how to change ram.

in a computer i don't own.

for the ram i don't own. 

and i'm not sure i ever got an actual answer.

after this i was so confused and just wanting to leave the store,

i walked out without my case,

only to have to go back a little while later to buy a case

for a totally different computer.

the guy was looking at me like i was a total idiot.

whatever mac dude, i have no clue what the hell ram even is.

next time i'll tell them right up front its not for me.

after about 10 minutes of feeling like an asshole,

i decided to continue my shopping "spree".

i went to nordstrom.

looked around at all the sweet clothes they had.

the ones i'm too stingy to buy.

then i saw a scarf 

that i couldn't live without.

it had all sorts of bright annoying colors.

i fucking fell in love.

so after purchasing that,

i went to the shoe section,

just to look of course.

then i fell in love again.

ed hardy got my heart.

so i had to buy them.

but its ok i love them!

but damn you ed hardy.

then i had to have a drink because 

that trip was so stressful.

BELIEVE

(that shopping trips can go from

feeling like and asshole to falling

head over in heels in love...

twice!)

how does a commercial become the center point of my post?

i'm watching my shows tonight.

greys and private practice.

i just saw a commercial.

about karate.

it made me start to think about karate.

i took karate.

for like a year.

i started as a white belt.

(duh)

then i grew up and was a yellow belt.

i was getting real good.

then i got a green belt.  

i was fucking kicking asses and taking names.

then i quit. 

people were started to find out and i thought they were going to test my skills.

i didn't want to have to show them my skills.

or more like i thought i was going to be a loser.

who the hell takes karate?

yup me.

i do.

well i did.

i just naturally know how to kick ass now.

ok.

this is random.

this weekend i saw "its pimpin' pimpin'"

a stand-up comedy routine from kat williams.

pretty much i almost peed i was laughing so hard.

hilarious.

my favorite part,

"poor little tink tink"

watch it.

its a must. 

holy shit you will die.

cause i almost did.

it will make your day oh so much better.

thats all i got.

my life has been boring the past few days.

i'm going to the mall tomorrow though.

that is always interesting.

anyways.

you know the drill.

BELIEVE

still failing the earth...one styrofoam cup at a time

last week seemed to drag on foreverrr.

i was busy all week, 

constantly doing something and getting home late.

i was not a big fan of that.

days that normally go by fast,

seemed like long days.

what the hell is with that?!

 

my weekend though...

it was pretty great.

got to spend some time with the broski.

(i can say the sister too, 

but i spend lots of time with her anyway.)

spent time catching up with a friend whom i hadn't seen in a while.

it was nice to shoot the shit with him.

he harassed my life.

i took it.

he seems to put me in my place.

i laugh, what else can i do.

of course i watched the big game.

i didn't care who one.

i've always been one for the underdog,

but i had to be honest with who i really thought was going to win.

the steelers.

i do have to admit though,

it was closer than i thought it was gonna be.

bruce sucked.

i think they should bring back mtv halftime shows

so what, a boob popped out.

get over it already.

the mtv shows will forever be better than any of the shit that occurs now.

the gym and i are no longer friends.

although i find it interesting 

i think i look better when the gym and i are on a break.

whatever.

i usually feel like shit when i don't go to the gym.

i need those endorphins.

maybe i'll get back into it this week.

we'll see.

i blame it on the weather. 

if it were nicer out,

i would be more tempted to go for a run.

stupid winter.

i heard phil said more winter.

i hate that groundhog.

as long as i can remember he's said more cold.

and even when he said more warmth,

it was still cold.

i think its all a hoax.

another stupid holiday to add to the list.

i got my fancy new sigg water bottle yesterday.

i really like it.

i drank water out of it all day today.

i think i'm the most hydrated i've ever been.

just so i could be like 

"i got a new water bottle, like it?"

everyone seemed to think it was pretty cool.

obviously. 

i felt like i was saving the earth a little bit today.

until i got a coffee at lunch and it was in a styrofoam cup.

fucking dunkin' donuts.

then i got fruit from a little market store place,

and that was in a plastic container.

so i'm still failing the earth.

sorry earth, i'll try to be better tomorrow.

BELIEVE

(if you can't tell, i'm trying some new blog styles. be patient with me. i gotta find something new to fit me.  i'm getting bored with the old format. get used to this.  i get bored with what i'm doing with my life quite often!)